Ballad of Dylan and Me
It was suppose to be just another piece of ass. But whenever you decide to dip your pen in the company ink, problems can occur.My intention was to just tap that ass and let that be the end of the story. Well we all know that hell is paved with good intentions.
When I first met Dylan, I found him to be very stand-offish, actually more like dim-witted. I think that he was intimidated by me. I can't blame him. I have been known to have that effect on people.
I later found out that Dylan had just gotten out of rehab for his "little cocaine problem." Now that he was "better ", Dylan was also trying to catch up on all the ass that he had missed out on while in rehab. Not the mention trying to juggle his relationship with his on-again-off- again skank girlfriend Kimmie. Can you say MAN-WHORE ? One day Dylan will be fat and bald just like his father. Unless his penis falls off first. I can't wait. No, I'm not bitter. Really I'm not.
I really miss working at the Sports Bar, it was so much fun. We were like this really crazy drunk loud stoned incestuous family (oh, yes there was lots of sex ). We partied together all the time . Whether it was at the bar, at someone's house or even in bar's the parking lot. We drank a lots of alcohol and smoked lots of weed together. In fact, it was during this time that I became a full-fledged pothead. I am proud to say that I worship at the altar of MaryJane. And it was MaryJane that introduced me to Dylan.
Daria, one of the bartenders invited us back to her apartment to smoke some weed. One of her regular customer's liked tipping her in cannabis every now and then. I love white people, just for shit like that. Believe you me, I haven't come across not one black person ,who is going to invite you over to their house to smoke THEIR weed. Especially without bringing something to the table. Okay maybe you can be a scavenger smoker with your bestfriend.
I got a chance to get to know both Dylan and Daria that night. We sat up talking and smoking for hours. I got caught up on all of the latest gossip. Was I the only person in the building that didn't have a cocaine problem ? I think we finally left Daria's place around 5 am. Of course we had to stay for the official 4:20 smoke. From then on Dylan was much nicer to me. He was a little more talkative at work, all of a sudden he was cool Dylan. One night, after my shift had ended, I was sitting at the bar when Dylan and Kimmie came in and sat right down next to me. Dylan bought me a drink and we chit-chatted, while Kimmie played the social butterfly. Later that evening ,while in the ladies room, Kimmie made it a point of telling that she thought that I was an intelligent woman, too smart to work in a place like this.
Kimmie was currently looking at other options,because she didn't want to be a waitress for the rest of her life. I thanked Kimmie for her advice and I let her know that I appreciated that she was concerned about my well being.
Was this her way of saying " stay away from my man ?"
I remember later,(much later) relaying this same story to Dylan while we were in bed one night.
Yes there is more to the story......
Laila
When I first met Dylan, I found him to be very stand-offish, actually more like dim-witted. I think that he was intimidated by me. I can't blame him. I have been known to have that effect on people.
I later found out that Dylan had just gotten out of rehab for his "little cocaine problem." Now that he was "better ", Dylan was also trying to catch up on all the ass that he had missed out on while in rehab. Not the mention trying to juggle his relationship with his on-again-off- again skank girlfriend Kimmie. Can you say MAN-WHORE ? One day Dylan will be fat and bald just like his father. Unless his penis falls off first. I can't wait. No, I'm not bitter. Really I'm not.
I really miss working at the Sports Bar, it was so much fun. We were like this really crazy drunk loud stoned incestuous family (oh, yes there was lots of sex ). We partied together all the time . Whether it was at the bar, at someone's house or even in bar's the parking lot. We drank a lots of alcohol and smoked lots of weed together. In fact, it was during this time that I became a full-fledged pothead. I am proud to say that I worship at the altar of MaryJane. And it was MaryJane that introduced me to Dylan.
Daria, one of the bartenders invited us back to her apartment to smoke some weed. One of her regular customer's liked tipping her in cannabis every now and then. I love white people, just for shit like that. Believe you me, I haven't come across not one black person ,who is going to invite you over to their house to smoke THEIR weed. Especially without bringing something to the table. Okay maybe you can be a scavenger smoker with your bestfriend.
I got a chance to get to know both Dylan and Daria that night. We sat up talking and smoking for hours. I got caught up on all of the latest gossip. Was I the only person in the building that didn't have a cocaine problem ? I think we finally left Daria's place around 5 am. Of course we had to stay for the official 4:20 smoke. From then on Dylan was much nicer to me. He was a little more talkative at work, all of a sudden he was cool Dylan. One night, after my shift had ended, I was sitting at the bar when Dylan and Kimmie came in and sat right down next to me. Dylan bought me a drink and we chit-chatted, while Kimmie played the social butterfly. Later that evening ,while in the ladies room, Kimmie made it a point of telling that she thought that I was an intelligent woman, too smart to work in a place like this.
Kimmie was currently looking at other options,because she didn't want to be a waitress for the rest of her life. I thanked Kimmie for her advice and I let her know that I appreciated that she was concerned about my well being.
Was this her way of saying " stay away from my man ?"
I remember later,(much later) relaying this same story to Dylan while we were in bed one night.
Yes there is more to the story......
Laila
posted by lailaono @ 3/08/2006 05:57:00 AM
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