So, it's getting annoying

[CandiCame]

He's not your boy, get that notion out of your head.

Ju-hu! We made up!

Well, I'm his boy-toy; I don't really know if he's mine or not, but at least he's telling people I'm his boyfriend (though usually just 'boy', which I think is cute!) now.

He took me to Tenn and was all over me! He flirted the hell out of this roadtrip- it was awesome! And he kicked our friends out of our (only) hotel room so he could fuck me- it was actually a really super romantic weekend (well... 2 day time period). It's so weird to be taken out like that- I didn't pay for anything- being a bottom is awesome, financially. But it's also really super-sweet; all the things he bought was not only his way of showing me that he was willing to pamper me, I think it was his way of apologizing- plus, he actually treated me like a horney schoolboy (seriously, our conversations had all the depth of a poorly-written porno for most of the time) instead of a dirty little secret.

I think he's gone mad from getting away from those churchy people. But I like it. Maybe it'll stick.

 

[Shagly]

He was- really, really fucked up.

So, it was my day off, and Pierce (who has been friends with him since they were like, 14- and they're both 25-26 now) was really pissed that he hasn't been answering his phone. So our friend Shadow calls him, to tell him that Billy just stopped by his house- this is interesting to note, because "stopping by" Shadow's house to get "red thread" is a code- so we asked him how much thread he picked up.

Shadow says a half-an-ounce.

WTF? This is the first time anyone's heard anything from Billy in three days. And it was a short, quick little trip. Came in, handed him the money, wouldn't even talk about WOW- had dark circles under his eyes and apparently looked like shit.
Billy doesn't smoke.

So, we go down to his house and knock on the door. His truck is in the driveway and his fucked-up, one-eared alley cat is sitting on the porch. No answer from me, so Pierce shoves me out of the way (he's a HUGE man- not in that he's fat, but in that he's 6'6" and pure muscle, lead singer of a metal band- think a blond Nathan Explosion) and pounds on the door with his fist.

"Open up!" he shouts in his most authoritative voice, "Police!"

So we hear some frantic scrambling, knocking shit down, and Bill opens the door.

"Fuck, you scared the shit out of me." he put his hand over his face- and Shadow was right- he looked horrible. Like he hadn't eaten or slept in days.

So Pierce shoves him out of the way and we go inside. The radio's blasting Smashing Pumpkins, and the house looks fucking awful- junk everywhere; games and PS3 controllers shattered on the living room floor- his action figure collection spread out all over his bed; his sheet music all over the bedroom floor; dirty dishes all over his kitchen, ect.

"What the fuck?" Pierce asks- sounding angry.

"What?" Bill falls down to the couch, "Close the door. Don't let the cat in."

"What do you mean 'what'? No one's seen your ass for three fucking days! You don't answer messages- you don't answer your phone- what the fuck!?" Pierce towers over him.

"It's 'three-fucking-days'," Bill mocked him, "not a month or a year- WTF?"

"Did you buy weed?" I peep out from behind Pierce and he seemed to just notice me.

"Don't even fucking start, V!" He glared up at me, "I'm not going to be preached to by-"

"Say it," Pierce leaned over him.

"God, Pierce- Fuck!" he tried to shove him out of the way and couldn't.

"What were you gonna say? Fag?" he asked, his face inches from Bills.

"I was gonna say pot-head!" Bill hissed back at him, fear suddenly creeping into his eyes, "But why are you acting like this?"

"Because," Pierce slid next to him on the futon, heard a crumple, and pulled a bag of weed out from behind a pillow, "This is the longest I've ever gone without hearing from you. Because you've been my best friend since your ass was getting shoved into lockers. Because you were pretty fucked up the last time we saw you. Because your house looks like shit. Because you, you bought smoke. What the fuck?"

"I got fucking kicked out." he said, dropping his eyes, and we all knew what he meant.

"Fuck them." Pierce replied quickly. "I always hated that fucking place. When I stayed all night with you and we went there, they were all dicks."

"That was because you bet them all that the word 'snake' wasn't in the bible." Billy laughed.

"It's not! It says 'serpent'." Pierce had taken a half-assed joint that Bill had obviously failed rolling and threw the paper down, grabbed them and actually rolled a real one.

"Same damn thing," Billy sighed, "Guys- I am so fucked up. I... it's been such a huge part of my life- my entire life; especially for mom since dad died... She's so tore up over this- these people have been my friends since I was born. How could they just kick me out? How could they just take her word over mine?"

"You've been crying." I reached across Pierce and put my hand on his face- felt his swollen eyes.

"No." he said simply, grabbed me by the wrist and shoved me back.

"Goddamn it, don't be a dick!" Pierce stared at him, "Everybody fucking knows. Everyone knew before you did."

Billy stared at him, in silence. Pierce lit the joint and passed it to me. I hadn't smoked in three days. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath- opened them-

"It's burning." Pierce reminded me.

I took a fucking hit- three days, and I took a hit. I passed it to Bill. The boy's never even smoked a cigarette. He inhaled, then coughed it all up. Pierce and I laughed at him. Pierce shuffled to the back of the futon (which was in bed form) so that I could crawl closer to Bill, took it back and took a hit. Now we were sitting in a triangle; which, I've noticed, is one of the few shapes that pot-heads defaultly sit in.

"So, is that why you've been avoiding us?" I worked up the courage to ask.

"I haven't been avoiding anyone," He replied, and picked up a piece of a disk that was, at one time, Fable 2. "I don't wanna deal with shit."

So we sat there, from around 10am to after 11, smoking and talking. I taught him to hold a hit- which was hilarious, and we went through prob a $60 in one sitting. We cleaned up his house, and I learned a LOT of shit about Jehova's Witnesses.

1:Only so many people can get into Heaven. The rest go to a "New Earth". It's supposed to be like this Earth, but better- so I'm guessing it's like Ocarina of Time Master Quest without the cow heads inside Jabu Jabu.

2: They can't get blood transfusions.

3: They don't have birthday parties.

4: They don't have hell.

And a bunch of other shit; but that was the stuff I thought was weird. Watching Bill smoke scared the absolute shit out of me- the idea seemed to go against everything he stood for; I know it's not dangerous and it's not really a drug, but it was weird to watch. So after we cleaned up the house, Pierce went to leave. I followed him, and he pushed me back.

I was like, "Um... your my ride."

He replied, "We don't leave him alone. He's fucked up. You're his boyfriend. You stay with him."

"I'm not his boyfriend."

Pierce rolled his eyes at me.

"I'm not."

"You know what one of the benefits of being the biggest guy in the group is?" Pierce asked.

"Why the fuck?" I asked in response to a rhetorical question, "Would I know that?" (I'm probably the smallest among our group of friends).

He laughed, "I say you're staying here- you're staying here. Because if you don't, and something happens to him" he leaned in until our faces were almost touching, "I will break you in half, Vincent."

And just like that, I lost my buzz.

So I stayed with him. We didn't sleep together, but we slept together- on his futon, because the bed was still covered in broken toys that we need to fix. He has a He-Man collection. Because he's not gay.

He slept with his arms around me; but we didn't get to sleep until about 3:00am- we stayed up talking. About different shit- our lives, his church (which I've decided is really fucked-up); the fact that he's finally accepted that pot isn't a drug, but he's not gonna buy more, still not gonna drink or do anything else, and is now deathly afraid that he's gonna get tested at work. Never said that he loved me- never called me his "girlfriend" or "boyfriend" and neither of us mentioned the fight. I started to a couple of times, but I didn't want to awkward up the night.

We got up about an hour later and went to Waffle House- neither of us really, "awake", then he went to work. I went home and went to bed. He sent me a text around 4:00, just one word.

"Thanks"

I sent back " "

Those folks crack me up when they try to convert me and every breathing human.

All religions are wrong except for the Jehovas Witnesses the way they see it.

I wonder how long the Jehova's Witnesses would last in the Middle East?

 

[Etoile]

BTW, tip from someone who interacts with a variety of drug dealers and buyers on a semi-frequent basis for work: nobody is fooled by "code." Stuff, the package, red thread, "it" - clueless family members might be oblivious, but cops, social workers, etc. see through it instantly.

 

[CandiCame]

BTW, tip from someone who interacts with a variety of drug dealers and buyers on a semi-frequent basis for work: nobody is fooled by "code." Stuff, the package, red thread, "it" - clueless family members might be oblivious, but cops, social workers, etc. see through it instantly.

Yeah, but then at least you don't look like a COMPLETE idiot, you know. Plus, the red thread is less a code and more a specific kind with the red hairs on the buds. Also kinda of a code in quilters country.

When they ask you if they thought they were fooled, at least you can say, "Well, it would be stupid to say 'no' now,".

I don't think you ever do anything in the drug culture without knowing that you're fucking yourself. It's one of those things you have to put at the back of your mind and try not to think about to hard- or totally worry yourself to death.