another story

and here we go...another round of drunkin writings. you ready? im psyked! ok, i was talking to this one chickenhead off myspace for a bit. i was 25ish, shes 32ish. older. but cute. asian or half asian. they age well. g*dbless them. was suppose to come to her party for halloween but because i was trashed and so was my friend who was driving never made it. so one day im online, maybe a month after halloween, and we start shooting the shit online. im tipsy, shes high. match made in heaven, right!? anyways, we(I) decide we should hang out...that night. she lived in a castle of a house of balboa in the hills. she was house sitting for some producer or something. the house was made out of concrete or bricks. it was old style and nice. huge. i come thru around 11pm on a weekday. a couple drinks and convo later(30min lol) and we start hooking up. i got no rubber on my person. dont ask me why. back then i had the mentality of a night out. expect a great night and it lets you down, go out and not give a shit and it should be a great night. i went out ready to get laid, but not planning it. anyways, so i says im gonna go to raphs down the block to pick up condoms. i saw gary buseys son with some hot piece of blonde there too, probably also picking up condoms. anyways, i come back and we go right at it. we're in her room. its pitch black, aka dark as fuck. im taking off my shirt and she taking her pants or something. all of a sudden i hear a thud. a major thud. um...it sounded just like a person hitting a wooden/concrete floor. my intial thought is: what was that.. my second thought(after about a minute of silence and common sense) is she fell, hit something important, and is dead. my 3rd thought is: am i still getting laid tonight(but it was way in the back of my head at this point). i thought what the fuck, i come over, bitch falls, and cracks her head. not the "perfect date" anyways, she snaps out of it after and minute or so. I, like the gentleman i am, make sure shes ok, and get back to whats really important. FUCKING. after this magical evening, we "dated" for about a month. when i say dated i mean we got drunk and high, fucked, listed to music, and watched chappelle show in between. needless to say, it was good times. stayed tuned next time: same battime, same bat channel. bitches!