chapter four.

(i wish this was me freak dancing. but its not.)

"Functions." the word is so wierd, its like why not say, "get together" or something. but i forgot about the place we live in. so it must be the "in thing" to say it. I remeber that i used to go to those rec. dances. thats sorta what "functions" remind me of. except people are intoxicated, like everywhere. im sorry but i dont wanna slow dance or freak dance or gig or jerk or whatever the fuck you youngin's do with a chick whos half asleep on me or in the bathroom. no not at the rec. in mill valley. the one in corta madera, back in like middle school.

it was pretty much like every other rec. dance, you pay 10 bucks and dance with whatever you can get. or whatever is willing to dance with you. this could mean something that you would never, ever, dance with again or willing to meet again.

i believe that i danced with a girl who's face looked like it had been slapped with a pizza. therefore she was "pizza-faced" and after a rather akward dance with this anorexic pizza-face. i just never wanted to go to one of those again.

the picture up above is sorta what that night was like. and im really bad at dancing anyway, so iono why i even took up on her offer "to dance" anyway. i think i was even tripping over my feet during most of the slow dances. and then by the time the DJ would start playing faster songs i would be so tired from trying to "slow dance with pizza face" id just rest during all the "hyphy" and "MTV Top 100" or dude, i dont even remeber anymore what songs they played it was middle school so most likely, Miley Cyrus. OMG FUCK YES GIRLFRIEND PARTY IN THE USA.

yes the picture up above is what went down. there were tons of orientals. i cant recall why though. and im the white dude with box glasses and shaggy hair. like totally.