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Subj: mark, here's my sob story
Date: 11/25/00 7:51:06 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: angel@xxx.com (Ms Angel)
To: zillion111@aol.com
before i even start i have to say that i hate it when i dont
follow my instinct! even worse is when i get certain warnings
and i dont pay attention to them! grr!
my problems start in the afternoon of the day that Nation will
take place. i'm driving down PCH to a friend's when i open the
window and notice an embarrasing screeching sound coming from
my car. i speed down the rest of the way to my friend's in order
to have her neighbor, whos a mechanic, check out my car. he finds
that the brake padding has completely worn out and that whenever
i brake, metal is rubbing against metal. this is my warning to
not go to Nation, at least not in my car.
driving down the freeway to LA, my car's windows are up and the
music is blasting in order to block out the screeching. my friend
Nancy, shall we say, tries to make things better by telling me
how much fun this party is going to be while we are passing the
exit at the same time. we get off the next exit and find a gas
station. what scared us more than the neighborhood was that a
lady came up to my car and said in a serious manner to be careful
in this neighborhood and who we talk to. oh my God. we eventually
find the venue after asking 3 more gas stations, and lo and behold
we were here for Hippie. If they said that on the info line,
i would have known where to go!
ok, we're in and its cold. so we run to the house and start dancing
to warm our butts. i run into the hottie that we met at Magic
and he gives Nancy pills and me k both for half off, what a pal.
anyway, i'm thinking that maybe this will turn out to be great
afterall.
the night progresses, and because i was k-ed out i miss the turntablists
and blakemore's set isnt that great to me, basically the music
didn't matter and this is what pisses me off the most from that
night. fuck drugs, the music means more to me.
anyway, i meet the Narnia promoter and he asks me to help him
out. so i find myself passing out Narnia stickers and i see two
junglists making fun of my wings. i manage to get a sticker on
one of the guy's butts and walk away, but their poking fun really
hurt. Nancy and the hottie are rolling together so my luck ran
out there, damn it. the next minute they are gone but i really
gotta go so i do my k hobble to the porta potties and after i
try to get out of the damn toilet box i keep pulling on the door
instead of pushing and when i finally do get out, the people
in line are smirking at me, idiots.
on my way back to the house area, this one old and ugly asian
dude is pointing and laughing at me cos of my wings and actually
i was laughing inside too cos he had a crater face and i'm thinking,
he thinks he's the shit when he's so damn ugly and old.
ok, the party's over. Nancy is reluctant to leave mr hottie but
i finally get her out of the place and as we are walking back
to the car, i freeze. in my cracked out state of mind, i start
bawling and run to my car. the front is smashed in by apparently
a huge ass truck. a group of guys who saw the accident try to
calm me and after-the-e-suicidal nancy down. oh, i forgot to
mention that i dont exactly have my own car yet, so in actuality,
it's my dad's car. Nancy calls her mom cos she's the only parent
who knows where we really are and she calms me down and tells
me to try to drive the car, and yea it runs so it's only cosmetic
damage. only.
oh, and the next day i notice that someone had put out their
cigarette on my wings, the bastards.
hope you enjoyed my story, Laura
PS: it's all true, i will provide you with Nancy's real name
and email and phone # if you want it. thanks! |