tytheguy111
Well-Known Member
I got really darunk on the Fireball again tonight (seems to be happening a lot lately) and went for a walk. I was walking through this really big park where I live (I think it’s like 5,200 acres) and about 2 miles in I noticed some fires and music so I climbed down the trail to check it out. There was all of these people dressed in what looked like rags, but layered really cool, hats, scarves, loose bangles, and shit. I thought it might be some sweat lodge or something but I knew it was in a city park. When I approached them they all stared at me and became silent. I asked if they had seen my dog so I could keep walking through. About 100 yards down the way this really beautiful girl caught up to me and offered to help me look for my dog. She stared at me right in the eyes like she was looking for my soul. I hid it pretty well but it didn’t seem to discourage her from trying. I think she knew I didn’t have a dog because she just blurted out, “I know you don’t have a dog, did we scare you?”. I said no, I just didn’t feel welcome and didn’t want to bother anyone. She said “don’t be silly, we were all strangers at one point”. I told her I was stranger at all points and I think she liked it. She talked me into going back and introduced me to everyone. Now, I;m usually pretty bad with names but these folks had some really strange ones so it was really hard; Moondust, Keebler, Kizzy, Vadoma, Shandor, Grant, Cherish, Sahara, and the like.
They offered me a cup of something they all ladeled out of a barrel. It burned pretty bad but had a fruity taste and my new friend Ember wanted to taste it on my lips. She was pretty forward but in a slow, gentle, sincere way that made me want to play, and not disappoint. After a while I was pretty lit and we were all laughing and dancing. It started raining, but the large canopy of the trees kept it off of us for the most part. Ember asked me if I wanted to go look for my dog again and we went back into the darkness of the forest. At one point we stopped and she said she couldn’t see while she started to grope around, feeling me up. I was thinking she was some type of devil woman but it felt so right. Shit got real and long story short, I think I am going to join my new friends for a while. They talked about maybe heading towards the coast for the Summer, but anything goes.
So, I haven’t told my wife. I am trying to figure out how to break off clean. Should I go for “the loaf of bread” and never come back (my grandfather did that one, so it may be played out)? Should I park my car somewhere with the driver’s door open? Should I just say “see ya!”? Should I book a flight on AirAsia and not get on?
What do you guys think I should do so I don’t hurt my wife?
i can tell the desperation in your typing so ill answer this with as good of a plan as this small mind can storm up
1.) get a pinto (there cheap about the price of one bottle of Canadian mist if you know the right guy in Virginia)
2.) find a huge ass hill and a drunk hobo
3.) put the hobo (now drugged from nyquil) in the driver seat and put it in neutral going trunk first down the hill facing a large stiff object
4.) watch the fucker burn
5.) call 911 and say a dude driving a pinto went backwards down a hill and rammed into a large stiff object
6.) put on some aviators and walk away like a bad ass to your hippie hovel of drums and acid and general hippie disregard for cleansing there hovel and major nonobservance for personal hygiene
any questions? now go man you got a bitch to leave and some armpits to not wash