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| i know it's a bit long- i usally keep the length down but it is a long story and i haven't told anyone, it just makes me nervous thinking about it. i just need it off my chest. read it, or don't. i don't care.
i was at a party the other night, and by the time i got there- it was fucking crazy. it was anarchy. there was a bonfire that somebody kept pouring oil on, the music was WAY too loud, people were fighting or just being loud. so- surprise of surprises- i'm about to go out on the back porch. and i see the host being hancuffed by 2 cops. and there's way more of them. 5 cars, two to a car. once they'd gotten him, and everyone else was covering in the house. they just told everyone to get out. most of these people are trashed and expecting to spend the night, i don't know where they expected them to go. now i was alright since i'd only had 2 beers earlier in the festivities and i'm 22- but one boy i'd been talking to was only 17, and i know most of the chicks were underage, too. one by only a month. i hope they got home alright :( i was only worried at the time about getting my 2 friends i had driven there and myself the hell out of there. there were some really great people there. i know the majority were drunken willing stereotypes. that's how it got out of hand. but i just hope the good people i met that night have not fucked up their lives. i wanted to get the one guy's number before i left, too. the 17 year old. it would be illegal for me to have sex with him, of course- but we clicked and ended up talking for a great portion of the hight. i should've got his number before all hell broke loose. then i'd know he was okay. |
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