weekend….12entry

by joshuagriffin

Posted to Utterances on 2001-06-25 23:39:00

June 26, 2001

1:02am(chicago time)

I haven’ t written anything in a few days, but everything I see is soaked in my sponge memory. My first weekend in the big Windy City was an alright one at that. I’ve dabbled in alcoholic behaviors the first time, eaten meals with my uncle and his lover, have been smoking marijuana regularly, and stood for a few hours at a Gay Rights Parade.

On Friday, my first full day here, I didn’t sleep. I tried sleeing on the floor, because my friends called the futon and i was out of luck, I suppose. I never thought that hardwood floors were all that bad, but try fucking sleeping one for more than a few hours. I woke up at 6:00am to sounds of consequence from a day of drinking; my uncle was in the bathroom. Fritz was getting ready for work, he is, I believe, a waiter at an upscale eatery near the downtown area. I’m not sure what the place is called….I only know the names of the more famous buildings in the area, but that doesn’t make the place less special. I was sitting on the couch watching television, I think, but I could have been staring at a blank screen from boredom. Fritz, the lovable flamer and great funny guy, sat next to me and offered the “bat” BAT: a device commonly known as a “one-hitter”, or a pipe used to smoke tobacco and other fine products. That morning, Fritz dipped the Bat into a wooden container and handed it to me.
FRITZ: How ’bout a Pack and Bake? Just light it and take a toke
Me: no problems there.
Of course, i have not a clue as to what I’m doing. I’ve used similar pipes ,but I don’t know exactly how to use this one. i feel stupid. He shows me how and hands it back. I light it and take a long drag from the Bat. After a few passes, Fritz leaves for work and I fall back on the couch and sleep. The can of beer I was no longer cold. Beer has been a consistant element in my Chicago diet. I don’t like beer.
Unfortunately, that excitment of my morning activites dissipates into a boring evening. I think to myself constantly that I want to have sex. It weighs on my mind more than ever, but I’m not sure why. I haven’t slept with a woman in more than 6 months and the time is getting near for insanity to reign. I go to the bathroom for a few minutes and am fine. The time is about 3am and I’m tired from nothing and decide to sleep.
I wake up on Saturday to a the smell of bacon and eggs. a nice smell. My mother doesn’t cook often and I don’t go for breakfast usually, so this was a nice delight for me today. As I eat this delicious meal, I wonder what my cousin has in store for me today. She’s supposed to show me around the city a bit, but she is in a differen’t crowd altogether. This girl is crazy:
She’s 17 years old and hangs out with seedy type characters, I should know, I met a few of them. They seem like good people, but nice doesn’t mean shit when the police arrest you for selling weed in public. She, my cousin, and I talked openly about various acts of sexual intimacy we’ve encountered. Damn if she didn’t beat my count my more than 5. I’m no ladies man; I’m almost 20 years old and have only been with 2 women. Her life is her life, and more power to her. She introduced me to nice guy with product to sell. He and i hit it off right away.
ME: what’s up? I’m Sue’s cousin.
DD: cool. Where you from?
ME: Ohio, yeah, I know. but not so bad.
DD: you smoke up, man, you know what I’m sayin? yeah you do, why you be hangin wi this girl if you didn’t?
ME: yep, when I can, man.
DD: Cool
He gave me some advice of how to kill some time while in the city and how to pick up “mad women, dog” at Navy Pier:
DD: Just tell those girls what you want , an’ the’ll give it you. Trust me.
Before he rode off on his Huffy, he wrote down his beeper number and said to call him for some shit sometime. Nice. Drug dealers are good people.
My cousin and I get back in time for some dinner, a #3 with a coke. I went to bed, knowin that the futon is uncomfortable and knowing that my uncle was going to knock on my door at 9am. I’m tired and ready to pass out. I go to bed and fucking snore within minutes. I’m excited for the day to come. My other cousin will be in the city and I’m going to a Gay Rights parade around noon.
Nick, my other cousin, shows up and we head off for the parade. This place is crazy. I”ve never been around so many gays and lesbians in my life. the people i saw there disspelled any rumor every uttered about the homosexual community of our country. I, being a supporter of the cause, was comfortable with seeing gorgeous half-naked men kiss. I had only one thought on my mind during the four hours of the parade:
ME: damn, that chick is so fucking hot. Too bad she’s gay.
That’s always a nice fantasy, as any male like me would say, but out of reach for any male like me. Other than the attractive lesbians walking around, the parade was great. I loved the happy atmosphere of the street and the people were all in good funny moods.