My life may be ending

It was another late night. Or least it felt like it since I started drinking at 10 this morning. It was really only about nine. I was walking home from some chick's house and I had just faded back into consciousness as I stumbled down H. Street. As I made my way closer to Castle Apartments, I saw some kickass lights. I knew it had to have been the acid kicking in but man, was it cool. Best fuckin trip ever! And then I noticed the guy putting on the light show straight ahead, he kept on looking around, as if he was making sure no one saw him. That's weird though, because if I was him I would be damn proud.
Then I realized.
I realized that it wasn't just an acid trip or a light show, this fucker was torching Forever 21. But who was he? I slowed down to get a closer look at the guy. Oh shit, I recognized him. I quickened my pace, completely freaked. This trip was no longer fun, "I want to come down right now." But as I sped up, I wasn't paying attention to anything around me, now completely focused on getting the fuck out of there. But before I knew it I was on the ground. I ran into the trash can and made the loudest noise possible.
"Who's there?" He screamed out. "Who THE FUCK is there!" And then he saw me.

Not Very Nice, Very Nice

Need caffeine. Damn, another shitty morning. I drink at every show, fully aware of what I have coming in the morning ahead, and always end up miserable. Fuck it. I need a cigarrette.

As I got ready to head to town to find coffee, I noticed a note by my doorway. Oh no, Jessie again. "Hey Justin, I had a great time the other night, but maybe we could go for a real date sometime? Thinking about you, cutie! -Jess, still your number one fan."


Damn. Some girls just don't get it. Really, "cutie?" I'm pretty sure the last person who called me "cutie" was my aunt Marge. Ew.

Oh well, whatserface will get over it.

I lit my cigarette in the hallway as I waited for the elevator on my way downstairs when my neighbor, Old Man Jenkins, came out. Ugh, caught. "Excuse me, Mr. West, you know better than to be smoking inside the building. In fact, I know you know better thank to smoke at all."

"Don't I?" I thought to myself, but I knew better than to do anything but just put out the damn cigarrette and apologize. I've known Mr. Jenkins since I was five, he was definitely someone who could tell me what to do. Ugh.

AsI headed to the coffee shop, I tried not to think about the results I had gotten back from the clinic on Tuesday. Luckily, I had the unusually foggy weather to distract me. Thank god it wasn't bright outside because my head was pounding. As I got closer to the coffee shop, I saw about fifteen silhouettes waiting outside. Ooohh, they were randies(randoms) too. Not fuckin with that today. Everyone I passed stared at me; you'd think I'd be so used to that I wouldn't even notice by now. But I did perform well on stage last night, even for me.

Then I saw a silhouette that I recognized, that immediately put a knot in my stomache. Oh no, the nurse from the clinic! Don't think about the test results, don't think about the test results.

the clinic

"I don't remember."

Ugh, I had only said that phrase a million times to the lady at the clinic when she asked how many women I had been with. Like, excuse me for being with a lot of women... I don't understand why that is even relevent. "Okay well, the doctor will have your results in a few days. Have a good one, Mr. West." The full chested blonde said to me. "Yeah, thanks." "For nothing" I muttered under my breath as I left the clinic.

 

I better not have an STD. Or any disease for that matter. I had not been feeling well lately, and even drugs and alcohol couldn't cure my sickness. Not that it wasn't worth a shot.

As I was reaching into my pocket to find a cigarette, I noticed a strange, unkept man sitting on a bundle of raggedy old blankets with a bowl sitting next to him with three pennies in it. I thought I heard him mutter something like "What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence." What the hell was he talking about, I was starting to get the creeps from this guy. Does he like know what I did and that's why he is saying that... No. I'm being paranoid. I need to get away from this guy.

All of a sudden, my stomach began to grumble. I was craving waffles. As I began to make my way over to the Waffle place, I noticed the man heading in the same direction. Ew. Is this creep following me?! I thought I heard him say that line about what will come will come again, but the noise I heard was more familiar this time, it sounded like Pearl Jam. I looked behind me at the man and noticed he was listening to a cd player. I didn't even know those still existed.

A New Day

The day started with vomit and the uneasy feeling of not knowing where the hell I was. "Oh god, not again," I thought to myself as I woke up in an apartment that seemed only vaguely familiar. After those four words, an immediate thunder struck my head and the pain of my hangover became too unbearable for words. "Why do I always do this?" I feel like the mornings after shows are always unbearable. I need to start remembering things from the night before. Some might associate blacking out with alcholism, but in no way am I an alcholic- I'm in a band. I looked around the room for a sign as to whose apartment I was in, but there was no one around. It had to have been someone I knew because there were pictures of me. But as I continued to look around, I only saw more pictures of myself, and only myself. The chills rushed over me and my already nauseous stomache turned. I gathered my belongings to make my escape when the door opened.

"No... Not Jessie." I thought to myself as the tall, gap- toothed, dark haired girl walked in the room with two white paper bags. Jessie Ringade wasn't exactly a stalker, but she wasn't exactly your everyday fan. In fact, she's the president of the Justin West fan club, cute, huh? She's come to every single one of my shows, before I even made it out of my parents' garage. She was really a sweet girl, with good, well mostly good, intentions, but in no way was I interested in her. I am such an idiot, if I thought she was annoying before, now it can only get worse. Oh no, is that breakfast in her hands? I'm not the share breakfast the morning after type of guy, especially not with creepy fans. And now I've given her the complete wrong idea. I think I'm going to be sick again. I need to leave this apartment, what is that horrible stench, rotten eggs? It smells terrible.

"I brought breakfast for you! I was thinking maybe we could eat breakfast, go see a movie or something, maybe come back here and cuddle for a little while, and then my parents have invited us to dinner at their house! What do you think?" She asked hopefully."Look, Jessie... I don't exactly know what happened last night but I was really drunk and I don't want you to get the wrong idea... It sounds like you have a fun day planned anyway so I think I'm just gonna head back home, I don't want you to take it personally. I just have a lot of stuff I need to do and..." She cut me off, thankfully, because I was running out of excuses. "No, it okay," her voice began to shake as tears welled up in her eyes. "Shit, please don't cry, I can't deal with tears right now," I thought to myself. She continued, "Really, I get it, sorry for bothering you, you should probably just go home, I know you're busy."

Damn. Girls can make you feel like such an ass when they want. Or maybe I was an ass? Nah. "Okay, well thanks anyway, I hope your day you've got planned is fun," I replied to Jessie, who seemed like she was genuinely okay with it. I started to leave and reminded myself that she had a lot to do today and she was fine. As I closed the door, I heard a noise behind the door, kind of like a sob, but it was probably just the neighbor's cat wanting attention. Luckily, my place was just up the elevator. Damn, it was hot though, is it ever going to rain here? I literally can't remember the last time it rained. Then again, I literally can't remember a lot of things.