I'm loving the first track, some nice downtempo/triphop. Some other good ones in the playlist.
Sometimes I have a story to tell and sometimes I don't. Then again, shouldn't we all have a story to tell if life is constantly going on?
I remember one time I was at a packed party in Newark, NJ. It was at a grimey ass 3-story house. From outside you could see blacklights and hear a bass shaking the foundation of the house. The building seemed slightly delapidated, the brick basement walls look like they're deteriorating and the floor is flooded in beer. Kids barely old enough to drink behind the bar serve the crowded basement full of sweaty college kids cheap beer.
I walk to the bathroom, the door knob is broken and there's some puke in the sink, but I'm in a drunken stupor and could give a fuck less. I piss and walk back into the backyard.
There's a concrete stage kind of thing. A band was playing, now there's a DJ. There has to be at least 700 people here. At least. Me and my friends jump off the stage and crowd surf several times, but my foot hits some girl in the head and this jock ass dude wants to fight me, but he's drunk and stumbling. Fuck him.
He slurs incoherently and staggers back by his pretentious girlfriend with a nice body but a beat ass face. My friends had my back so while this kid has his back turned, one of my boys takes out his dick and pees on him.
The dumbass didn't notice.
Some girl who is Bi has a girlfriend is there. But her girlfriend cheated on her so she wants to get back at her. With a Guy.
I'm that guy.
Deeper in the night we get in two or three fights throughout the night. We have the biggest group so obviously we win. But then, I get in the final fight of the night and hit one of the kids in the nose who lives in the house. He bleeds, so we're getting kicked out and cops arrive.
I don't remember this because this is where I black out but this is what I was told. A cop comes up to me and questions me, but apparently I am able to compose myself and he lets me go.
My friend who pissed on that dude blunders into the street trying to brawl with someone. My other dude follows and the cop arrests them.
They curse off the cops and are taken downtown.
I "wake up" walking crooked down some avenue and it's raining. Some guy pulls over and searches me and lets me go. I assume it was a cop.
I see an ambulance and ask them for a ride. They looked at me queerly and told me to fuck off.
Dunkin Donuts is ahead, I try to use the payphone. There's a laundromat that's open 24 hours across from a rehab in some ghetto town. I stagger in and sit and doze off for what was something like 15 minutes.
There's a Mcdonald's next door so I go in and get some shitty ass breakfast sandwich which I would have never ordered soberly.
I wake up hours later in the same Mcdonald's. I realize I'm in East Orange, NJ.
What. The. FUCK?
I realize I am supposed to be in West Caldwell in one hour to interview a Clinical Psychologist. I go to the payphone across the street and call my brother.
just what i needed...
Excellent chill out music.
Sometimes music is the most important thing to worry about.