"Take my money," Is all I think
He looks at the earring
"Fag," he mumbles
I don't mind
He's fat
No one likes him
Life's too short
I pass a table of black girls
With short hair
They look like men
They all look the same
I can hear the strobe now,
It's loud
And the music's too bright
I look for my friends,
But I can't remember if I came alone
Or not
Doesn't matter though
There's hundreds of people
Who have waited all their lives,
No doubt,
To be my friend
And as I near the bar
I see two persons
Eating each other's faces
I bark to the bartender
He gives me a placebo
I'm "so young," he tells me,
"To be here"
I nod and swallow the bland drink
Then I stumble several times
Near a crowd,
And they think I'm a good dancer
I hear a girl tell another girl
That some girl she knows
Watched a girl
Puke in the toilet
I smile in their general direction
The good-looking one comes over
And bites my cheek
It hurts,
And I start to
Hit her
But she's grinning,
And I can see my blood on her teeth
And I pull her to me
"My place or yours?"
"The gutter will be fine,"
she confesses
As we walk out,
She takes another bite from my cheek,
And I smile at the fat man
By the door