Severe Leakage

lips dry, foaming at the mouth, it came running after, it smelled my scent, i hadn't showered in a few days, i was sticky and the hole in my sock tore more with each step i took. i was walking into a pit of snakes.
the phone rang
hello
hey its Michelle from San Francisco.
(formalities)
.... i just drove out and wanted to see what you were up to....
i was heading home, where are you?
i'm right off the 110 at the Chevron on Fig.
oh.. where you staying?
i'll probably sleep in my car or something.
nonsense.. you eat yet?
nah
i'll come get you and we'll head out. give me like 15 minutes
ok.

i had to admit, my heart was beating a little faster, i could feel my palms start to sweat, i drove a little faster, i glanced in the rear view to make sure there wasn't anything hiding in my beard, other than my bullshit.

she followed me to my place and parked. i got out to open the door for her, and i locked my side, for the Bronx Tale test. as i walked around the back of my car, i saw her lean over and unlock my door, and then open it and give it a nice push.

fuck yes. things hadn't changed. i was in

we drove out for tacos. i threw a few glances her way while i was driving, she hadn't changed a bit. that long mass of curly brown hair, those dark, giant raccoon eyes, and her legs sticking out under that nice skirt. i imagined pulling her skirt up around her waist and going to town. it was quiet a treat.

she put up a nice fight when i told her she could stay with me, she was in town to finish her album and secretly wanted to hang out, but didn't want to make it seem like i was her only option. i pretended i didn't realize this, why? i had my reasons, i ran my hand through my beard again, more bullshit building up.

the whole drive home she couldn't stop talking about how much she wanted to get high.

there's a rumbling going on above me, fucking guy upstairs has about 18 small dogs and i awake almost every morning to the sound of their small feet shuffling back and forth, constant barking, and a loud blaring t.v.
occasionally, the guys and i get together and play some music late into the night, he never complains, so i don't complain about the dog pound he's running upstairs.
unspoken agreement

meanwhile, back in the car with the Ukrainian pot head:

i gave in and told her we'd smoke, but i didn't have anything to smoke out of. the resourceful girl went ahead and made a pipe out of aluminum foil. this is the part where it got a little weird.

we were sitting out on the steps of my building. the weed was pretty much gone now, but the poor girl wanted to go for broke. she took one last long, hard hit and coughed. she inhaled so hard that the foil broke and all the ash went halfway down her throat, she coughed a little more, stood up, and vomited on my pants and shoes

i tried not to laugh, but couldn't help it.

"oh my gawd, you must think i'm so gross, i'm sorry.. i'm sorry.."

on and on like this, i assured her that it was all cool, we headed up to the apartment. i gave her my old chef pants and a long sleeve shirt. when i took my shoes off she laughed at the hole in my sock and called me cheap. i laughed with her and turned the light out.

we lay there together for several minutes, not saying a word. i finally put my arm around her and started kissing the back of her neck, she shuttered and i could feel her body warming up. i grabbed her chin lightly and moved her head towards me, we kissed momentarily, my hands ran up and down those beautiful legs of hers. she tasted like orange soda.

i woke up to the rumbling sound of the dogs above me. bark bark, hack hack, cough cough, sniffle sniffle, what a night. i looked over and saw that she was gone. i ran out to the living room and looked out the window, her car was nowhere to be seen.

what a hell of a way to start a new year.i showered and had some coffee. i sat there in my chair for awhile thinking about the night before, and how i wanted more of that. how i wanted every night to be as fun filled and comfortable as that. how i wanted more action and to be able to look into those big dark eyes. to smell her on me and know that no matter what a bitch the girl could be, or how much of an asshole i could be, we'd still find a way to make it out of the jungle alive. to make it.

i walked out to the trash chute and opened the door. i held the socks in my hand for a long time, harnessing the moment, being infatuated with someone who probably only saw me as a friend, and i would never hear from again. i thought about the reality of the situation. i balled the socks up and threw them down the chute, down into the trash. i trotted back up the stairs and ran my hand through my beard again...