Living With Madness(part two)cont'd
Current mood: calm
meanwhile... as a devastating meteor the size of texas zooms on a deadly path towards the earth, we join our two heroes in the den of their secret hideaway at ice station zebra.........
yeah it had the makings of a great summer, we'd already had thee brawls any hollywood film producer would be proud of and two brushes with the law. bobby and amy's 'secret ' love affair was blooming and our pot business was booming. we couldn't keep enough around the house. it seemed as soon as we got it , it would be gone. the money was piling, the drinks were flowing , and the women were many. one night bobby brought home a couple of chicks , one was super-model hot and the other was her friend. they were tripping on some sort of abbreviated hallucinogen that i hadn't heard of. bretton called and told us about some party up on the cornell side of town. this austrailian guy that bretton and bobby knew from work lived at a fraternity and they were throwing a regular friday night. complete with body shots, a dance floor of bumping, grinding, and writhing sweaty half-dressed bodies. we called him the roo hunter. i can't remember his real name, julian, i think, but he was a rapper. him, bobby and i would battle freestyle raps and get drunk together. he wasn't half bad , but it was just awesome to hear him rap in his austrailian accent. the fucker got all the hot chicks.bretton was being really aggressive with my drug-laden date which ended up helping mer out because she was terrified of him. bretton is an odd guy, he is the master at being offensive to women and men who get their feelings hurt easily. bobby ended up with her friend , the chick with two mohawks. after the beer had gone and bretton had managed to offend almost everyone we headed back to the zebra for night caps, ditching bretton at the state diner. the twin mohawk girl ended up going home and miss super-model and i hit the sack. the next morning, business started pretty early, some pothead with a job was calling to hook up before going to work at 7:30AM, i had only had about an hours sleep so i waited to see if bobby, who was up watching the news, answer the phone. after the fourth ring, i finally got out of bed to answer it , only to find bobby sitting practically right on top of the phone. he just sat there smoking a came; straight , drinking his coffee and staring at the television. after i told the customer to come on over, i asked bobby , "why the fuck didn't you answer the phone?!". he looks at me , rage plastered all over his face," do you want to know why i didn't answer the phone? do YOU want to know why I didn't answer the phone?!". " yes," i told him "i do." he stands up and flings his coffee out the front door, smashing his pink, hello kitty coffee cup. "because you got fucking laid and i didn't!" i looked at him realizing he was dead serious, i couldn't help but laugh. the only enraged him even more, " you think that's fuckin' funny , do ya? well i got news for ya , tony, the next time i bring home a couple of chicks, i want the better looking one, or the one most likely to put out!" the veins in his neck looked like they were about to burst. the neighbors' kids' yelled yo their mother," tony and bobby are fighting, momma!" which made bobby laugh, and luckily lightened the awkward moment. "i'm serious bro, i didn't bring home that sweet piece of ass for you to have, at least not until i had a chance to have it first." i was trying to tell him to keep it down , when my bedroom door opened and rachel, the super-model bobby had brought home, said" 'scuse me, gotta pee" and tip-toed her way to the bathroom, wrapped in a sheet from my bed. bobby gave me an exasperated look and whispered, " fuck, she's still here? hey rachel, i was just kidding about all that, ya know." his face was bright red , he picked up his pack of straights and left, hanging his head in embarrassment. secretly i think he knew she was still there and wanted to make her feel bad as well. i never saw her again.
august rolled around and the first month in our "stylin' bachelor pad" , as bobby called it, went pretty much the same; smoking, drinking, partying, selling and getting laid.so far , bobby's prediction of a great summer was holding true. we had become regulars at he '80s dance blast at castaways, on thursday nights. with the ic and cu students out of town for the summer, it was relatively easy to get a drink and the scene was a bit less hectic. one drunken night to break the monotony, bobby began dancing with a chair, eventually grinding and dry humping it, watching it was quite hysterical. you should have seen it, bobby is a maniac. he kind of looks like tom waits, with half of his body covered in great tattoo work. a little later , on the deck i announced to the thirty or so people out there, that tonight was a busy night for the perseid meteor shower. that if anyone looked up they just might catch a glimpse of a shooting star. when everyone looked up a shooting star streaked across the sky as if on cue . it was great and for that one tiny moment i felt like a god.
bored with castaways, we headed for the valley house. there was this cute chick, johnny who tended bar there. bobby and i both had a crush on her and we fought for her attention, it was really quite juvenile and must have looked pathetic.johnny and her girlfriend, bethany were regulars at the haunt's '80s dance blast on saturdays. they would dress in really slutty clothes and act like dykes, cock-teasing all the guys there and being total bitches to any guy that approached them. normal 'we know we're hot and you can't have any' bitchiness. anyway, when we got there, there was this guy chris that was totally hammered and being an asshole to his ex-girlfriend , kate. they were arguing about something, when chris threw the water johnny had given him instead of the beer he had ordered , in kate's face. bobby and i got off our stools and got between him and kate and chris popped bobby in the eye. big mistake, we pummeled him. after we kicked his ass and kicked him out of the bar, bobby totally played up the eye, well it WAS pretty bloody and johnny was babying him. he ate it up. after last call, johnny, kate, bobby and i took a couple sixers from the bar and went to our pad. after the beer was gone, kate went home and i got experience firsthand how bobby felt, listening to him and johnny have sex, and i understood his anger and jealousy. after bobby fell asleep , johnny sneaked out, having a boyfriend, johnny had to bo home at a semi-reasonable hour. the next morning i woke up to bobby banging shit around in the kitchen, hurt and angry that johnny had split in the middle of the night without leaving so much as a note. i never understood why he seemed to only chase chicks with boyfriends. so i got up and listened to him gripe and bitch and go through his manic temper tantrum
bobby started drinking at around 9AM, he was depressed. by noon he was hammered, i started drinking with him just to keep him from drinking all of the booze himself. at four in the afternoon we headed to micawbers to catch the fifteen minute happy hour at 5:15. 25 cent drafts and $1 top shelf shots were a great way to start the days buzz, and an even better way to keep drinking cheaply. unfortunately , brian was there and the vibe was thick. once brian had gotten his liquid courage up, he made his move against bobby, as they walked by each other , brian shouldered bobby causing his beer to smash on the floor. as bobby was looking down at it, brian sucker punched bobby right in the eye that was split open. blood poured from bobby's eye and brian ran to madeline's , his work, to hide from bobby's wrath. bobby was fuming furiously.he called amy on her cell phone and told her what had happened and that he never wanted to see her again, "the honeymoon's over sweetie!", he screamed into the phone. he got proceeded to get completely obliterated and passed out around 8 o'clock at night.
now, this is the way ithaca, or any small town for that matter, is. by the next day, the rumor was that brian had kicked bobby's ass all over the place and that he called amy up and he'd cried to her on the phone asking why brain had beaten him up. another one had bobby, not brian, running down the street in fear . my favorite was, that brian had hit bobby over the hear with a pipe and that bobby had tried to break a beer bottle to use to stab brian.insanity. needless to say, amy didn't stay away for long. a couple of weeks later, amy and bobby showed up at the house, hammered, cranking rap on bobby's boom box. a friend , rich and i , were watching some movie and they had totally disrupted the vibe to the point that we had to turn it off. amy, being the attention seeking pig that she was , had cranked up a snoop dogg song and was singing and attempting a pathetic go-go type stripper dance in the small, cluttered living room. being a little angry at her for getting us pulled over by acting like a complete lunatic, and then getting away with it because she was a cops' daughter. and then, having her boyfriend act like a pussy and cause a scene in one of my favorite bars, i couldn't take her shit anymore. i told bobby, "why don't you stick your dick in her and shut her the fuck up,". so they go to bobby's bedroom. about ten minutes later, they're fucking, and she's being louder than ever. screaming, " yeah, that's it bobby!...hit it...right...there oh... yeah ...bobby...". it was so loud i finally looked and i noticed bobby had left the door open. bobby was fucking her doggy style, appropriately , to snoop dogg, and she was looking right at rich and i while she voiced her pleasure in bobby's prowess to hit the right spot. it was actually a little hot, and if we had wanted to, i think amy was willing to let us all have a little taste. but, just watching bobby have sex with the girlfriend of a guy that sucker punched him, the eye was still blackened, was satisfying enough for me. after a half-hour or so later , they were finally done, amy looked at the clock, " aww shit , i gotta go, i gotta pick brian up . i'm ten minutes late already." she got up got dressed and split. we sat around laughing at the whole insanity of it all. that bobby and brian had gotten in a fight over this pig, that she was driving his car to go pick him up , and that, most importantly, that she most likely didn't go home to take a shower before going to pick him up. " yeah," bobby added, " i stole one of your tricks, tony." he added, " i made sure she sucked my cock before she left." being summertime and the windows open, the neighbors in the back all started laughing. michelle, one of the neighbors said," that is ruthless, bobby madness, but listening to that was better than a porno, you are a sex god." we all laughed again. summer was almost over but it had not been short on excitement.