Forks and Spoons: Chapter Eight.

I woke up with a hangover. I looked around me and didn't know where the hell I was. But, I have to admit that the room I was in was the most beautiful room I'd ever seen. The curtains were drawn just enough that the sunlight barely peeked through. The bed that I laid on was like lying on a cloud. I looked around and saw three doors, one right by the corner, another in the middle of the wall to the previous door's left, and the last directly ahead of me. I opened the one ahead of me, it was a closet filled with about thirty suits all in dry cleaning bags. I decided to put one on, the italian silk felt cool to the touch and the suit was really able to breathe. I opened the door in the corner and saw a hallway. Then, out of curiosity I decided to open the last door. It was a bathroom. No, scratch that. It was a King's bathroom. The toilet looked like a fine porcelain throne. To my left was two sinks with golden faucets. In the shower, was a singing six foot black man. I immediately closed the door, and went out into the hallway. When I got to the stairs I recognized where I was. I was in Antone's house! SK happened to be walking by at that point and spotted me. "Yo! Where the fuck were you?! You're as hard for me to find as it is for Baldy to find the g-spot on a woman!" He let out a ridiculous laugh. "I was in the most beautiful room i've ever seen."
"Oh, did it have a bed as soft as a cloud?"
"As a matter of fact, it did" He hit me in the back of the head.
"You idiot! That's Antone's room! NO ONE goes in there!"
"Alright, alright. But, in my defense I don't know how I got there. And i'm a little scared because there's a black guy in the shower."
"Oh shit! Is Antone home?! Did he see you in his bed?!"
"Hey! SK! That doesn't matter right now! I'm really scared that I had gay sex with a six foot black guy!"
"Wait, wait. Did you say six foot?"
"Yeah....why?"
"Oh thank god, it's just Midnight."

"That's the great Cazad to you, SK" I turned around to see a toned black guy wearing nothing but a towel.
"Great Cazad? What are you, a fucking genie?" SK said with a smirk.
"You know what? Crack jokes, but I went home with this really cute girl last night." SK turned to me. He whispered, "Midnight, or Cazad or whatever the fuck he wants his name to be happens to like....what's the word....bigger girls. He's kind of the guy that feeds the black sterotype. But, on the plus side, they ALWAYS have money. So basically, we'll see him for a while and kick it a lot. Until he get's a new 'Sugah Momma' then he'll disappear for a couple weeks and then come back." Just then, the doorbell rang. Midnight ran down the stairs to get the door and in the process lost his towel. He opened the door and there stood a girl who looked.....well.....super fucked up.
"Hey, can you tell me where I am?" she said.
"You're at my friend's doorstep."
"Yeah but, where.....are you naked?" Midnight looked down and realized he was.
"Well, yes I am. I have three questions for you: Do you like black guys, How long is your hair, and can you cook?" Out of nowhere Donner hit Midnight and knocked him out. He chuckled. "I've always wanted to do that. When we wakes up just tell him that he's hypoglycemic or something." SK laughed, "Alright Donner, we will."
"Alright man, I'll catch you guys later. I'ma go kick it with this cute chick down at Starsmucks." He ran out the door. SK yelled out the door, "It's starFUCKS you fuckin asshole!" The girl standing there seemed very unphased by all of this. "Listen, do you guys have something I can drink? I got cottonmouth bad" she said. SK let her in and I followed them to the kitchen, and we left Midnight just lying there on the ground. But upon second thought I decided to grab his towel and cover his junk. It is common courtesy after all. I went to the kitchen where the girl was drinking a coke and SK was sitting next to her. He turned to me and mouthed, "She fuckin reeks!" Just then, Kim walked in.
"Oh wow. It's you. Guys, this is Mandy" he said with an awkward smile on his face.

Feeling down like a clown. Pagliacci style.

So yeah. Been pretty depressed lately. Not getting any call backs and doesn't look like there's any hope in getting a job. But I have no choice to keep trying. I'm probably going to be working my way through school too. I need some cheering up so hopefully I can get out of the house tonight and maybe see that girl that I have a crush on. That will probably cheer me up some. Well I just realized I have nothing really to talk about so this was kind of a waste of a blog, but oh well. I'll catch you all on the flipside.


-Kimjemin.