It’s 9:00 not much to do how about you get the vodka from your fridge and we’ll have ourselves a time. Greg gets back 9:15 with the booze wrapped in his coat, two Pepsis in hand, got any cups? Mike pulls five Styrofoam from his closet and sets them down. Now you guys are serious, you really want some? Yes, for the last time, we’re not joking. It’s not like we don’t drink, we just do it sparingly. Well okay then but you’re gonna have to get your own pop because I sure as hell ain’t sharing. Mike says alright, runs down to the machine and gets some pops. He comes back real excited I got Code Red cause they’re all out of Pepsi close the door will you? Greg pours some vodka in a cup, about one-third, then two-thirds Pepsi. He takes a long sip then pours another cup with Code Red. He hands it to Mike. Repeat with me. We start to drink. I don’t feel a thing. Cup two, I don’t feel a fucking thing and I don’t think Greg does either but Mike is starting to talk a lot. Guys, I don’t want you to think I’m gay but my face is already starting to feel numb. Don’t think I’m a loser just because I’m tall and skinny and it doesn’t take a lot to get me drunk.
I’m like dude chill man, just chill it’ll all be good in the end, pour me another cup Greg. I’m halfway through when Mike starts spouting off about his soon-to-be-girlfriend. Fuck, I hope she calls me. She better call me. It’s been a couple hours already. She better call me because she said she would. You know, I don’t care what you guys think about her I like her I think she’s attractive that’s all that matters. I look at Greg and we laugh. This is too funny but fuck, I want to get drunk. My face starts burning up and I spit. I spit again on the carpet fat white gob and Greg gives me a “what-the-fuck” laughing kind of look. I laugh, who fucking cares? It’s Garrett’s carpet and he’s gone, who fucking gives a shit?
Dave stops by later with a half bottle of Smirnoff, pour that good shit, not too much though. I don’t want to get smashed, wait nevermind I do. It’s finals week I’m fucking stressed out I fucking deserve a break. I drink another cup doesn’t go down easy feel like puking, don’t, ask for another but finish Mike’s instead that bitter vodka taste. We run down the hall and drag Co out of bed. Co is from the Philippines. He’s fucking weird and we love to make fun of him behind his back or in front of him makes no difference cause he can barely speak English. I used to feel sorry for him but now he just pisses me off and I want to beat the shit out of him. Back at Mike’s he downs the rest of the Smirnoff, takes Garrett’s alarm clock and says cheese like it’s a camera. Mike’s bitch calls and he’s says he’s sorry he’s kind of drunk right now and he’s going to kiss her when she comes over next week and touch her ass and maybe fuck her and I’m jealous and drunk and restless and I don’t want anymore alcohol but need to get the fuck out and do something.
Head to the basement where there’s a faggy crowd gathered and some asshole says to two girls I think you should get naked I think it would be a lot of fun. I push past him he says something I don’t hear I open a random door and run into a girl from my Chem class she says you’re Steve right I’m Jessica I’m druuunk and her ugly friends giggling and I smile faintly get out exit the dorm into the freezing cold but not really feeling it as I jump up the stairs to Wyckoff which is much nicer and has a game room where an anti-alcohol group is meeting. Decide to go in for a laugh fucking losers playing table tennis and board games dirty looks I’m bored as shit already. Dave thinks we can get some vodka on the third floor so we run up to this nigger kid’s room who’s typing on Facebook at 10:30 on a fucking Saturday night. We talk for a bit nigger seems like a real homo doesn’t fit the stereotype. Dave asks about the vodka. Man, we finished that a long time ago. You’re out of luck. The task force is out. Better be careful. This cute girl Sarah walks in she has braces but is short with nice tits and ass I ask her are you drunk she says I wish but no, I only had five shots. I start touching and flirting with her, she asks me do I think she gets around? I say nothing she says that’s okay I don’t mind and I’m thinking to myself is she admitting to being a slut? I ask her to sing for me, anything, you have a pretty voice and I want to hear it but she’s shy and won’t but we pry and pry and eventually she sings a Christmas carol I never heard before and I’m really not impressed I feel like leaving and doing something.
But there’s nothing to do. We go back to Mike’s and I lie on the spit-stained carpet feel like I’m going to pass out but don’t and lie on the bed with Dave and Greg talking about our ex-girlfriends and how their pussies were always so fucking wet. I told them how me and Laura used to make out naked in her basement and her brother would come down and she’d rush to the bathroom and I’d hurry and pull my pants on and flop on the couch pretending I was just watching TV even though the lights were turned off and my clothes were only half on. Yet he never seemed to catch on or give any hint of knowing. I feel like crying for a minute because I miss her and I want so badly to be loved again, by anyone. Mike is still talking to that girl.
Later me and Dave go down to the basement and sing Brand New songs with his guitar. I stumble through Quiet Things and tear apart this coupon I found on a table. I feel empty and ask him if he feels fulfilled he looks at me like I’m crazy I ask him again if he’s happy with his life he says what’s there not to be happy about? I decide to go to bed, wake up in the morning and puke twice no food just liquid. I’m sick all day.
