part 5
“What happened??” she replied, still a little dazed from being passed out for so long.
I reply, “well u passed out, it was f****** up.”
Her eyes widened and she asked, “What! Why?!?”
Looking away from her I say “dude I don’t kno, it was creepy as s*** tho, what the hell’s wrong with you?”
She gets to her feet and seems a little embarrassed while saying, “Wow that’s never happened before…” and she starts digging through her pockets and looks up and says, “Oh no, I left my cell phone in my car. I’m just gonna go get it and tell my roommate I’m staying here for the night.” I open my mouth to reply “no, ur going home.” but she already turned around and rushed out the room. Instinctively, I go shut the door and turn the lights off again.
“She’s not f****** staying here” I’m thinking as I pull the pantyhose over my face for the 2nd time tonight. I walk over and grab the controller to my BOSE surround sound system along with my blade and head over to the window. Plugging in the strobe light and blasting the Halloween theme music again, I wait. As I stand frozen at the window I’m debating whether I shank her if she makes it all the way back up to the room. She messes around in her car for a minute before jumping back out and looking up thru the window. her speed walk came to a sudden halt as she saw my figure flickering in and out of the window as the muffled music sounded through the walls. Her face changed from happy to petrified in an instant. She remembers. I continued to stand still, staring back at her as she quickly sprinted back towards her car in terror. She got in and immediately turned on her lights and the engine roared as she peeled off down the street. Finally, I can rest in peace.
Going to bed pleased with todays turn of events I lay down with Jay-Z’s “Venus vs Mars” serenading me to sleep. Doesn’t take but a hot minute for me to pass out, I’m sick like that. Waking up in the morning I’m checkin my Blackberry Tour 9630, missed a text from the stalker around noon. I open it and it reads, “Wow you are such an *******, my brother is going to kick your ass” Speed texting back I reply , “lol ok”. Almost as fast as I sent the text I receive another saying, “Yea, and he’s on the football team = )” I hit her back with, “f*** u” and figured shes just bluffin me. Send that off and moments later I get another text from a new number, it says “ur f****** dead kid”. Already figuring it must be stalkers brother, I reply, “suck it fa****”. Standard, it is in fact stalkers brother and he says he’s comin over tonight after practice to “put me in the hospital”.
Decide to rest up before the fight so I put down another 6g’ish blizzie of some government strand medical s*** (its sick, my dealer tells me I smoke the same dro as turtle). I pass out until 8:30 while my roommate gets everything in place for the brawl. Amongst other things I made sure he facebook messaged everyone on my friends list, I need a crowd for this. Before I know it my alarm is snoozed for the 5th time and I realize I only 5 minutes until showtime. I walk over to my window and look out to see a large crowd of about 100, standing in a large half circle around my front yard, with the human wrecking machine fullback brother in the middle. Wow, he’s grandiose.
He’s big, he-is-big. Luckily in a fight that doesn’t matter, its about the dogs. I got more fight than him. This fact coupled with home court advtange I can’t say I don’t feel like an massive overdog here. I rip open my Marvel Stainless Steel mini-fridge and start to pound Monster energy drinks (low-carb sugar free). Sitting at my desk completely focused I turn on my all time favorite pump up video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnECY26PSHk My roommate and I have it memorized and we begin to chant it aloud. As I’m screaming I can feel the Monster energy rush through my body; I’m gonna kill this mother f******.
My roommate leaves to make sure the spectators don’t get in the way while I slant all my speakers towards to the window. I load up a new CD and open up the window. Ducking down I listen to the crowd talking. It’s already 9:15 and I haven’t made it outside yet. Chumps are sayin Modus is backin out, how’s he’s a no show, all talk… little do they kno, I’m gonna rip this kid’s f****** head off. As I exit my room I click the Play button and toss the controller on my bed. The music sounds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_eCI...eature=related on max volume and the crowd goes silent. Sick, I can feel the goosebumps on my skin and I know the crowd is lovin it. I calmly descend down the stairs and reach for my lighter. A minute later I kick down the front door and the crowd breaks out in cheers.
Advancing toward the brother I am double fisting Molotov cocktails and the crowd begins to the back off even further. The music is no match for the sound of the cheers, but I’m not hearing any of it, I’m focused entirely on my opponent. Making my way to the middle of the yard I spot the mark my roommate left, I had him wet a large circle of grass with gasoline earlier. Slowly raising the flaming cocktails above my waist I toss them on the gasoline line and we’re immediately closed in a ring of fire. The crowd erupts even louder this time and I can’t help but smirk as we finally face off.