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Darsh
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So the first words out of my mealy mouth this morning were:
"Why don't you leave the woman alone?"
The seconds words out of my crusty mouth this morning were:
"WHAT DID I SAY? L E A V E THE WOMAN ALONE!"
On that note, the man did release the woman, and the skinny little thing came over to me. Good
thing, because I was about to wonder what the hell I thought I might do if the guy got ****** at me.
I'm not one to run away, and have had my ass kicked more than several times.. hehe.
I knew I forgot to set my alarm. Damn glad the couple decided to smash some things up, and get me
the **** out of bed. Afterall, it is Sunday, a day to ride the skibike, a day to ride the skibike at
the X-Games.
"I can't believe he called me a crack *****!" *sob* *tear* *WAIL*
"Ahh shucks, it is not the end of the world to be called a crack *****... everything will
be alright."
I could not believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. What if someone called ME a crack
*****? I was not thinking clearly. My eyes had been open for less than 60 seconds. It was raining
out. Rain in Aspen in February. The start of an incredible day I am certain.
So now, close to 50 minutes later, I have drank a full 20 ounce Coke due to having to stand around
outside talking to the 20 cops that showed up. Whenever I go out on the prowl on a domestic
disturbance thing, I always enter into it with the guise of heading to the pop machine. That gives
me a bit of time to make decisions.
"Do you live here? Where do you live? I can't be here when the cops show up!" *wail* *sob* *cry*
"Ohh no, if you can't face the cops, run. If you can.... well face them."
More tripe from my gullet. It was like someone far away was talking for
me.... an ADULT!
The crack ***** wanted to go to my place? ROFL. She looked like a crack *****, she felt like a crack
*****....I don't care if she was GOD, she was not coming into my place.
"OK Mr. Darnell, you can go now. Thanks for the help."
I walked back to the hallway and looked to the right. The guy was leaning on his door. I stopped and
cocked my head a bit... looking at him.
"Sorry bro."
"No problem."
Time to suit up, the damn lifts just opened up, and it is raining outside! What the hell am I
doing?! Carving turns in the rain? Hell yea!
darsh
"Why don't you leave the woman alone?"
The seconds words out of my crusty mouth this morning were:
"WHAT DID I SAY? L E A V E THE WOMAN ALONE!"
On that note, the man did release the woman, and the skinny little thing came over to me. Good
thing, because I was about to wonder what the hell I thought I might do if the guy got ****** at me.
I'm not one to run away, and have had my ass kicked more than several times.. hehe.
I knew I forgot to set my alarm. Damn glad the couple decided to smash some things up, and get me
the **** out of bed. Afterall, it is Sunday, a day to ride the skibike, a day to ride the skibike at
the X-Games.
"I can't believe he called me a crack *****!" *sob* *tear* *WAIL*
"Ahh shucks, it is not the end of the world to be called a crack *****... everything will
be alright."
I could not believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. What if someone called ME a crack
*****? I was not thinking clearly. My eyes had been open for less than 60 seconds. It was raining
out. Rain in Aspen in February. The start of an incredible day I am certain.
So now, close to 50 minutes later, I have drank a full 20 ounce Coke due to having to stand around
outside talking to the 20 cops that showed up. Whenever I go out on the prowl on a domestic
disturbance thing, I always enter into it with the guise of heading to the pop machine. That gives
me a bit of time to make decisions.
"Do you live here? Where do you live? I can't be here when the cops show up!" *wail* *sob* *cry*
"Ohh no, if you can't face the cops, run. If you can.... well face them."
More tripe from my gullet. It was like someone far away was talking for
me.... an ADULT!
The crack ***** wanted to go to my place? ROFL. She looked like a crack *****, she felt like a crack
*****....I don't care if she was GOD, she was not coming into my place.
"OK Mr. Darnell, you can go now. Thanks for the help."
I walked back to the hallway and looked to the right. The guy was leaning on his door. I stopped and
cocked my head a bit... looking at him.
"Sorry bro."
"No problem."
Time to suit up, the damn lifts just opened up, and it is raining outside! What the hell am I
doing?! Carving turns in the rain? Hell yea!
darsh