i was 17. wow, what a day. I had jumped out the window of my reform school with my best friend / blood brother for life (now an asshole), and we ran like fuckin' hell. we made it to my friends house, where we set up base. I bike rode to her house, it took 3 hours. look on a map if you want, from east northport, to lake ronkonkoma, suffolk county, new york. we hung out at my ex girlfriend's house, she didn't care, she was .... loose. it took about 3 hours of sweet talking, and a threat of me drinking a whole bottle of vodka, before she decided to get it on. my friend was in the closet with my ex, we heard bumping noises and "ouch" here and there. i was a nervous wreck. i had to check to make sure the equipment was working. no problem there.. I whipped it out, I pulled her pants and panties off. I saw my first real time noochie. wow, they are kinda ugly but, hey, it works. I felt around for where to stick it, then guided it in.........best 30 seconds (if that), of my life. ha. i pulled out and nutted all over the bed. my ex just flipped the mattress. that was so metal.
you know what? that was the best week of my life. that whole A.W.O.L thing, i swear. a summer week, no clouds. adventure, weed, running from cops. hiding out. tons of laughter and getting out of trouble. Its when I took this picture:
what is this fuckin' shit? I don't care about no chick with commitment issues. i'm fuckin' metal. i fuck. ha yeah right. i gave that girl a diamond because i thought we were getting married. last i heard she traded it for cigarettes. thats so metal.
