Monday, January 12, 2009

my search for the perfect boozeground

It has been four useless months of waiting for my plane to take off, and yet I'm still standing on the same stupid ground I have been standing on since the day my legs are strong enough to dry hump my pillow. Day after day and even month after month, the same thing happens. All I have are plans that are solidly carved on the walls of my temple and constantly painted with new thoughts of an either extremely impossible shitload of hopes or an empty and mindless concept of what to do the day after I pass gas on my employers face.


What do you do when you are stuck in a moment? How do you get out of a four-month old hiatus if one of your foot is comfortably nailed on your couch? What will Jesus do when the only thing that can keep your boat afloat is a good TV show and a dose of aimless conversation? I say, two things: A widely-known cure for the depressed and big weepers that comes in a bottle of icy and dripping beer, coupled with a long and hard puff on that white stick of heaven called yosi! There are times though when after a long day of of hardthinking, hardwork, and hard fuck (with boredom that is), even knocking down bottles of booze and inflating my lungs with unwanted air, I still cannot find a certain place interesting enough to execute my a drinking stunt. If I want to chug down bottle after bottle 'til I literally speak drunken hindi, I would need a hotspot, hot enough to make me explode into a vomit of insane frustrations.

After unloading all the baggages stuffed in my nose, I finally got it -- the perfect place to pass around shots or sweep a bottle of horse-esque ecstasy. It's a small room, that fits four to five (if one of you is a nugget) persons. It has 3 holes on one side where the light comes in, and the wall is painted with graffiti and dry puke. The smell is remotely similar to what you imagine when watching Jessica Alba bathe in a foamy tub, but good enough to arouse your thoughts. Ah! I feel like getting the best deal from a mafia trade off. Do you want to know where it is? Do you? Really?

(to be continued)