God, we had such a night, didn’t we? The stars were so bright they stood out 
 in bright needle specks, all up there alone and shit.. we must’ve cruised around 
for a couple hours, huh? And saw those kids smoking and throwing firecrackers at 
each other, but we didn’t stop at all, we had to keep going. To the party, right? 


     That was some scene, man. Like two hundred people in this tiny little adobe 
two-floor apartment with the music cranked up til you couldn’t hear nothing but 
bass, bass vibrating your clothes and guys and girls crammed together so tight 
someone’s always right next to you, but it’s some wild conglomeration of different 
people, different faces, I don’t think I saw anybody I knew. I didn’t see you and 
John until that warehouse, huh? You missed Wicked, that was some bomb shit he did, 
I wish I could do that.


     I practically danced all night, I know we dropped at what, seven-thirty? I 
didn’t drink shit even though there was kegs everywhere, huh, you still drink that 
nasty American beer? Whatever.


     John was meshed in between these Asian twins, well they looked like twins to 
me, and he was doing Goldschlager shots with them in between these like, snippets 
of information that would burst out like some crazed drunken bastard sage, almost 
owlishly producing stuff out of his ass about how Nietzsche predicted that 
nihilism would eventually be the downfall of society in the next two centuries. He 
was really serious. That's John. Totally oblivious of the party and the half-naked 
chicks around him. 


     Did you see that weird guy with Jennifer? He looked like Kurt Cobain did 
later on, like he was already dead, right? I swear, he was the spitting image. But 
it was just a little fucked up leaving her there, that’s all I’m saying. He was 
all ranting for a while there about how Area 51 was all a cover up for this group 
called Majestic, and the real base was called S4. Sure acted like he believed in 
that paranoid schizo crap, that’s what scared me about him. You used to know that 
guy? He did what?


     Say, have you seen Jennifer lately?


     And Mark, man, you have got to see what they did to the site by the Greenway. 
Where they’re building those houses, right? Someone set up a badass fuckin’ ramp 
on the second floor. Word got around, and it gets packed now. I think it’s still 
there. Let’s go tonight, maybe somebody will have some decent weed this time. I 
know this guy, Lucas, he’s the drummer in this band, but anyway he fell off the 
second floor of that fuckin’ house trying to do a 540! No shit, he totally 
shattered his arm. Yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh, you weren’t there, so what do 
you care. 


     Kim got in a fight last night, too. Can you believe it? She went on a date at 
Merseilles, hell yeah she paid out the ass for that dinner, you’ve never been 
there? Snooty fucking waiters expect a tip for bringing you water. She went to the 
ladies, and the next thing her guy sees is some completely hideous thing come out 
looking kind of like her, right, followed by some screaming hippo-lady who was 
beating the shit out of her with a big purse! I got the whole story later, but let 
me just say that this other chick had recognized her from high school, like almost 
twenty years ago. Kim used to be some kind of real bitch in school, like she made 
fun of people for every little thing. You know my dear sister Kim isn’t the 
lightest person around, in fact I think she has gained more than her share of the 
weight lately, but when she was a teenager she was hot. Really thin, good looks, 
ran with the best crowd in school. And she made fun of this chick, this Janie 
Sawyers or whatever, for her weight! And somehow this Janie person recognizes my 
sister at Merseilles! I swear if this lady had had a gun, Kim would be dead. As it 
was, the waiters had to basically pile on this girl to keep her from doing some 
serious damage. Kim actually needed stitches, for Christ’s sake!


     Kim told me all of this at about 3 am in the morning after I went to her 
place. I was pretty fucked up, I think I was trying to go home and went to her 
apartment instead, I’m not really sure. But she’s okay now. She sat up with me til 
five, made us bacon and eggs, that was cool of her. 

     
     But cruising the dark lanes in the black, just cruising with the wind rushing 
in and spraying sparks from our cigarette butts through the car, feeling good and 
together, and the stars looking down at us, with the moon grinning his blank white 
grin, flying through the night in search of adventure, that was the best part. 
What a night we had. And man, I’d think, This is real.