sesspool

i headed up town one bleak afternoon. even though there was some moonlight madness celebration bullshit going on, i just figured i'd o do nothing but burn out and munch all night until i peaced. fortunately (i think,) i ran into my buddy, who had two 60 pounders of rum.

a few of his homies and a few of mine all got fucking ridiculously hammered. after we chilled violently for a bit, we rioted up to the park where there were about twenty other kids our age. there were a bunch of fucked up adults who were drunk. at least. :s

me and my buddy jones smashed in the door of a dugout near the baseball fields, and ten of us flooded inside. we all grabbed metal pipes and baseball bats, then went out and smashed the rest of the doors. a few kids started beating on eachother, but we were just blazing near the first dugout.

a girl and this kid who's in jail now, were in the dugout, and he kicked the door at us and somehow it slanted sideways in so they were locked in, but we could see them a bit.. then they both started puking on eachother and passed out.

after that i pretty much blacked out, i kept taking slams until the sixties were gone. i've been told this is how the night rolled though.

some buddy shouted "PISS ON THEM!" and went and took a piss on the two passed out kids. there was a clear shot through the door. over the night at least seven of us all pissed on them, while they were lying in their own puke. it was a gnarly fucking sesspool of vomit and piss.

ugh. i hate thinking about it.

i hardly remember that though because the cops came up to me and arrested me. primarily because i'm black, i think. they gave me a quick ride to the drunk tank, but i beaked them. they had to wrestle me to the ground a couple times, and when i was trying to shove past them in the cell he tripped me and threw me into the cement outcropping that's supposed to be a bench. i woke up hungover as fuck.

walking home in the morning i cruised by the dugout just to see what it was like. there were beer cans everywhere and both of the sixties were sitting on top of the dugout. unbroken. it was beautiful.

when i checked the door, though, i found it was still jammed on a slant. through the bottom i could see that those two kids were still passed out in their own grease. realizing that, i noticed the whole place kind of stank, so i peaced out quick because i knew if i stuck around i'd end up getting more fucking puke on them.