I really disliked Fat Bobby before I met him as he was a user of people and would make them do shit for coke. As Anna was my friend and he made her do stupid shit, I did not like him. However, when I met him...he was cool. This is the guy who has my crucifixion pics somewhere in his house. I was real drunk and was stirring shit with Bobby, Eddie, and Anna which was commonplace. All of a sudden (I was told all this and the pics backed it up) I said I had to pee so I got up and stood by the fish tank and started to pull down my pants. Of course Anna did not want me to pee on the floor of her apartment so she brought me to the bathroom. When I did not return, Anna said to Bobby and Eddie I bet she is sleeping in the tub. Sure enough, when they came into the bathroom, I was crashed in the bathtub. The pulled my body out and brought me to the living room where they posed me like christ on a cross and took pics. That shit was funny. Another time, Bobby handcuffed me to the steering wheel of his car and I took offense to it and tore my flesh off just to prove that I was crazy enough to get out. Then I went after him. This guy hated this one pair of shoes that I had and stole one so that I could not wear them. On my birthday he called me and told me to go outside and lo and behold, my shoe had a balloon attached to it and was filled with candy. Under the shoe was a birthday cake. The sucker was on the block watching me get the shit. When I got into my house, he knocked on the door and said that he had another present, however, I had to be blindfolded to get it. He said you stay there until I tell you to take the blind fold off so I did what I was told and did not even take if off when I heard him leave. The telephone rang and he asked if I saw it yet and I said no. After being called stupid, I took the blindfold off and at my feet was the Metallica Box Set.
This guy really loved Sinatra and I used to rib him for it. He used to wear a hat like Sinatra and I used to smack it off his head and call him an asshole. I got a good story for that one too. When Sinatra was in town he asked me to go with him. Just to be a bitch I said sure if you buy me a dress and get a limo. He agreed, but got sick before the show and we didn't go. I ribbed him about that too. The asshole story was about a night that me, Anna, Joe, and Bobby were supposed to go to The Vault. I told Bobby you can't go in there acting like some Brooklyn asshole as these people would fuck him up. Not wanting to risk a scene with him and the people inside, we drifted off to the Village lower east side where we hit a bar on St. Marks. At this point I ran into some band members from Andrew's old band and started to hang with them. Bobby, in his frustration, started throwing peanuts at me and again I called him an asshole, so he left me there and he, Joe, and Anna took off. I hung out with this crew for awhile and started to make my way to The Scrap Bar. Who do I see holding up a wall...Chris totally stoned out and nodding. I grabbed his hand and told him that I would take care of him and that he should come with me to The Scrap. Just as I am lifting him off the wall, Andrew and his friends passed, looks were exchanged and Chris and I headed west to MacDougal. Chris was so wasted that he could not go into The Scrap so he opted to sit outside and wait for me. Every once in awhile I would go check on him and he was okay. When I was good and wasted, I scooped him up and we headed for the subway. I remember him getting off the train, but never made it. That night I was rolled for my money and my cigarettes. Thankfully, nothing else was disturbed. The train had gone into the yards and then turned around. When I got out of the train, I had no idea where I was or if I was on this planet. Although I left the train station, when I hit the street, I had no clue where I was so I jumped the turnstyle and got back on the train. Again, I got off, but was not sure where I was. How I made it home is a mystery.
This guy respected me so much that when Andrew hurt me, he wanted to get Neil to break his wrists so that he could not wipe his own ass. I did not want to have Drew hurt as what goes around comes around. Drew paid his due and proper...he is dead.
Oh, before I forget, I had untied Bobby shoes one day and he forgot to tie them, so when we got outside and I chased him into the street, he tripped over his own laces and fell on his face. The pointing and laughing was too much, but that is what friends do. Actually, I am looking for the Anna & Carlos sex tape that Bobby recorded which is funny as hell. Imagine this bitch screaming iiieeee poppy! LMAO
Carlos was treated like a dog and was not really allowed into my apartment proper as he would have to sit on the floor by the door. When he called me a self-centered bitch who only thought of herself that is when I gave him respect and we befriend as he was right and had to balls to tell me. The shock in his voice when I agreed was funny as hell.
Carl was a real dick to Anna and I placed that sucker in shit status and made sure that he took Anna back when her father died as the prick gave her the news like he was talking about the weather then kicked her out of his apartment.
I really need to fill in the blanks someday. ~ Arachne ~ 12/14/06 @ 2:12 p.m.
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