sensitive teeth

Jun 06, 2008 - 16:36 PM PST

The world was hot and sweaty. Cigarette smoke poured from vents and everyone drank 40’s like evian water. “how do you like the band” this anonymous fly in my ear, his spit drying on my earring. James Riley? James I? I cant remember. He invited me here, placed his sweaty palm on my gorgeous back and tickled me right above my ass crack. “how do you like the band?” it was his friend’s band, the reason we were here. I was here in search of indie delight. Get my fix for the craving ive been having. Stefs gone, madis gone, jess is gone. Im a goner. Going, going…. “swell” I told him and nudged my hip against his hip and smiled. James..something was smiling, his huge forehead reflecting the purple and orange and yellow lights of the stage. They were folky and screamy and dreamy. Conor oberst meets metallica? Maybe. His babydoll face showed me nothing of innocence and pure intentions. James something or other wanted to fuck me, fuck with me, tell all his buddies at target and id be the slut of target. Maybe then id get more attention from the boys at work. Like I need it, needed it. I talk to Jenn, the only other girl I know who spells her her name with two n’s. not one. And shes not a bitch, not that I can see. She doesn’t fool around with me, shes funny, shes fun. As fun as you can be at work. Shes sarcastic and embarrassed, like me. But shes cooler. Everyones cooler than me. So here we are, at the log cabin, James Big Boy Riley has my ass cupped by his bony fingers and im all tingly and dizzy from the smoke and I wonder why the owners of this “fine” establishment are letting these kids drink 40s and get away with it. Everyone gets away with drinking 40s with me. Everyone gets away with being young but me. Everyone has sex drugs alcohol and college in the bag. No one else worries about their friends, their parents and family like I do. Well im going to get fucked tonight, probably by james riley and he’ll like it cause hes getting warm pussy for free. That kid is such a doushe bag. He probably likes that movie science of sleep for the sheer fact its artsy and foreign and indie kids have to like that shit. That movie is a piece of shit and I like indie shit but I wont fake liking that movie, I cant. I liked jackass 2 better and that makes me human cause I want pain and laughter and watchin this guy get a leech to suck on his fucking balls. That’s fuckin television.

How do I like this band? Well james I or james riley, I don’t like it at all . I don’t like your friends, I don’t like your dick hardening near my ass, I don’t like this fucking log cabin, I hate target, I like to fuck my boyfriend and make him scream oh my god, not you. The only time ill make you scream oh my god is when I kick you in the fucking balls you pretentious little shit. You thnk youre so james dean but your just fucking…fucking…worthless more worthless than fucing david spade.

I grab a cigarette from a kid standing by me, say light me up Scotty, he giggles and lights me and im all, break on through little brother, lets see what the partys like on the other side. I leave James whatshisdick and saunter, I love to saunter, saunter over to a table where a bunch of boys are leaning. I see them scratching their noses, a girl is in the area; stay calm boys! They scream to their testicles. I hate them. So I giggle, and flip my bangs, drag on my cigarette, let the smoke plume from the corner of my mouth, a boy asks me what my name is. I recall Grease and tell him, Frenchie. I laugh at myself, they look around at each other as in, what the? And I giggle some more. Inhale, exhale sweet beautiful toxins of the night. Which one of you boys is gonna buy me a drink? I ask for evian, they don’t get the joke (see above numbnuts) so I flip my hair and ask for a soda, hold the ice. Ive got sensitive teeth I whisper.