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"I walk into the room and shake off the water because the rain ouside is pouring down like an open dam.
'Damn,' he says, 'Its really coming down out there.'
'Yeah.' And I walk away and through the crowd of fifty or so people I never want to see again in my life.
The house is packed with people but still cold--or maybe I'm just wet because the girl to my left has her top off.
I walk into the kitchen and there seems to be a VIP crowd gathered around the keg, all who have their shirt collars popped up, hair greased back, shoes a sparkling black. They have a pissed off look as I invade into their hallowed area. But what are they going to say? The look on my face is meaner, I know it. They don't say a word.
I walk further in.
'Hey man you want a hit?' One of the boys say holding up a lit torch of a joint.
I usually pass on grass.
But this seems to be a formal way of not getting on these guys worse side.
And its been a bad day.
'Where's *****?' I ask.
'Up stairs. With his girl friend.'
'You live here?'
The guy nods.
'Could you tell him ***** is here.'
I've been waiting a long time for this. And I'm not a patient man.
It takes a while but ***** finally comes down from up stairs with his shirt off and no shoes and hands me my envelope.
'Took you long enough'
By that time I had become buddy-buddy with half the fucks in the kitchen and smoked just as much of the joint.
I smiled.
Left. "
"Thats why you're late?" She asks.
He holds up the envelope, "For this, yeah."
"You know its been raining?"
He says: "But it's just starting to be a nice night."
I'm sitting on his patio chair, where we've been waiting for a half hour, because the door is locked.
He usually hates being late, usually dosn't keep people waiting.
Lately we've noticed he's done a lot of things that have pissed him off.
But, for a piece of mind, I think people are willing to deal with a few things they hate.