I disagree!
Twas the night before Saturday
My first free one in months
My mind was racing
Trouble was on the horizon......
I get done at about midnight and decide to meet up with a guy friend at a late night spot not far from where I work. He was with 2 older men (Johnny and... ), 2 middle aged men (Big P and....), and a girl (Margaret we will call her), all of which whom I had never met before. Picture this, short little bald italian guy in a pimp ass suit, talking dramatically with his hands and in the godfathers voice..... Saying over and over "You better get the fuck of here with that fucking shit right now!"
That first spot was a bust, so wandering was a must.... As the night raced on I notice Johnny making out with Margaret in our Stretch Hummer Limo that Big P hailed while trying to get a cab for us. Creepy... Yes, trouble... Probably! But that's just the pot calling the kettle black isn't it!?!?
So as the trouble continued... We end up getting some bottles at a few clubs, and we run into a stripper we know, we will call her "Rachel"... She won't leave our side and goes on and on about a Blackhawks player she got a piece of the previous night, who coincidentally was also in the club we were at.
We will call him "bomber".... she went into detail with us on how they did it last night but he won't talk to her now. So my guy friend tells her he knows what to text him to make him respond. She gave him her phone and he wrote " I'll show you my boobs for a pair of season tickets." We watched him look at his phone, look at her and then look at his phone again, whisper in some other girl's ear and leave the club.
Then more shenanigans go on..... Margaret and Johnny are at it hardcore, hands down pants in the middle of everyone. And then I notice that this girl, Margaret, has BRACES, so I start to get even more creeped out.... My mind was racing, how old is this girl... wait... How young is this girl is a better description? Who is she? Why is she letting an old man get in her pants? And where are her parents?
It's the next morning and I notice a bag on my counter. A Coach bag. I'm not one to give a shit about designer stuff but I am concerned on where it came from... So I did the logical thing, emptied this bag out for clues, Hangover style.
This is what I learned. It was Margaret's Coach bag and after looking at her unusual ID, she was 18... Let that sink in for a second... 18! She had a Link card, 5 condoms, and in her wallet was one of her debit card receipts with more money than I have in both of my accounts! This lead to some serious questions in my mind... First... Why was she out with these old men, is she a hooker, and how the hell do I get this bag back to her?!?!
So as I relived this story and pieced more and more of it together, the day passed... night came and just when I thought all these memories were behind me, and I could rest creep free... there's a Blackhawks game going on... and Rachel the stripper from the night before appears on the TV, and just happens to be the girl to hit the puck!
Memories race back... When in doubt, creep.
#KRP
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