Son Of The Halloween PartiesCo-written by Mark Z. Danielewski.(Note: as far as you know) So I woke up the next morning feeling like a large quantity of shit in something constructed to hold a much smaller quantity of material. I tried to call out of work which was duuumb. Now, the night before, I had joked with Holly that I was going to get a huge hangover just for her, because I typically don't get a hangover. Unless somebody gives me tequila, that is. So Dawn gets on and gets pissed since I've only been here like a week or two so I go in anyway. As the story goes, I hear, as soon as I walked into the store and Dawn saw me, she said, "Oh. He doesn't look so good." I worked the whole day, stopping every now and then to not throw up, but Holly was cool with it all. Anyways, that night after work was another party thrown by a guy named Donnie in Crofton. Now, as far as I knew, I didn't know Donnie. But apparently everyone was invited, and Kenny said he asked and I could come too so I was good. So I get home after work and just sit and recuperate a bit before I head back out. I drive to Donnie's house and see Misha out front so I know I'm in the right place. There's a sign on the door that says to go around back so I do and there's not many people inside. Just some high schoolers hanging out in the kitchen, and also Kenny, Sam, and George. Dennis comes down to greet me and we all go upstairs. Some girl comments on all the people heading up as she's going down and says, "They just keep coming!" So I shout down, "Yeah, I get that a lot!" Dennis laughed. I'm proud of that one, and I'm not entirely sure why. As soon as I enter the room, Megyn Gabor shouts, "Nick Gotshall." Hm. What's that sinking feeling in my stomach? Oh that's right. That's the fact that her shouting that is never, ever a good thing. Silly me, forgetting that and all. She comes directly over to me and confronts me. She Googled her name and found my "blog". D: Oh noes! Now Megyn Gabor asks me something or other. Either if it's mine or something about it or whatever. Now, I'm hungover, I'm tired as fuck from working hungover for like infinity hours, it's really hot in the house, I'm a little dazed, and various people are now trying to get my attention around me and I'm pretty damn out of it, having trouble thinking, and finding it hard to focus. So I deny everything! I don't have a blog. I know it's yours. I read it and it has to be! I don't have a blog. Ted's trying to get my attention. I look over kind of half-dead and say hi while something in the back of my head tries to work out whether he's Ted or not, because I'm having trouble telling. Megyn Gabor snaps my attention back. Are you sure it's not yours. Yes, it's not mine. Think carefully. I don't have a blog. Then I get away and mosey over to Kenny and Sam for a bit. They offer me alcohol. Noooo thank you. I turn around. Misha's not around Kniffen, Beaird, and the gang anymore. I can't bring myself to talk to her or match eyes at all. I feel like such a piece of shit from everything in the past 24 or so hours. I think our eyes caught once over the night and I immediately looked away. We're all talking about the night before. Beaird tells me I tried to get him to smoke something, he thinks it was pot. I say, "I was smoking pot?" A guy who overhears this laughs hard. I start laughing, 'cause it's a pretty funny dialogue. I'm pretty sure it was a Black 'n' Mild, though. My mind starts to wander and I'm no longer in the conversation. Megyn Gabor read my journal. She must have seen that I like Misha. She'll tell Misha now. Misha already knows. I think. We were drunk, maybe she doesn't remember. Doesn't matter, they're close. She'll tell her something bad about me or... or something, I don't even know. Ugh. I felt awful and I sat down and watched some Dumb and Dumber with George until George left and then Dennis bumped the PS2 and it turned off. I got up and headed downstairs and now Ted confronted me. He wants to know why I looked at him like he's a freak when he greeted me. I try to explain without mentioning my journal. I do a really bad job, and he's not entirely convinced. I'm standing next to Donnie now, who I met earlier on and realized I did know after all. I just didn't know his name. He's the guy sitting next to Ted in that one picture I took at Kenny's first party I went to. When I first came into the party a high school girl had stopped me and asked me if I knew Donnie and I didn't and she said I should because this is his house. She said something to him now and he turned to me and asked me what his name was. I said, "Donnie," in a "duh" kind of way and everything was good. I started to leave out the back and asked someone if I can just go out the front and they say yeah so I head back and everyone says, "I thought you were leaving!" and things like that and I say yeah and head out the front door and kind of daze my way back to my car and then home and feel like shit and make a small journal. Leus cheers me up some. As my head clears, I realize I really don't give a fuck if some girl who hates me read that I called her a bitch or something on the Internet and make The Megyn Gabor Journal for a laugh. Google that. Get up the next day, Kenny calls. Stef's not feeling well and he wants me to come in. I only work two days this week, so why the hell not. Work another day in a row and I'm tired as fuck by the end, with all due reason. |
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