2002-08-26 - 10:05 a.m.
On Saturday night, I found the energy and the optimism to go to a bar. As always, I was overdressed for the affair, I still had some tar in my hair so I decided to use it to my advantage and create something memorable on top of my head.
The night started off with me feeling really embarassed for the other bar people. Come to a bar, stand around, hoping destiny or one of her chidren will change their lives. However, until that happens, they are stuck looking like a circle of awkward, self conscious fags.
The bar got more crowded, the inherent energy of a group of people standing close together even made a few of the fags move their bodies in a way that is not socially acceptable unless surrounded by a crowd and with music playing. My human drve to be a part of something bigger got the best of me and I entered the mass of bumping bodies. Suddenly I felt another body pressed against the back of mine. At first I took it as an accidental collision of humans, a common occurence in these settings. Then I felt a hard part of the body's anatomy grind into my backside, followed by a brush of fingers. I turned around and flashed an annoyed/shocked face to the assailant, who just bobbed his head to the beat. As a society, we have installed invisible shields around the human body which can only be broken through when trust or drunkenness has been established. Obviously he knew I couldn't have earned his trust yet as I hadn't even seen his face. I stormed over to another part of the body mass and resumed my absorbtion of the inherent crowd energy. Once again, I feel a hard part of anatomy pressed against my backside followed by a brush of fingers. I turned around and saw a new face bobbing to the music. Instead of just rolling my eyes, I grabbed the second assailant's outstretched arm, snapped it off at the elbow, stood behind him, pressed his own hand against his ass until his pants ripped, kept pushing until his hand was completely inside his anus and disn't stop until his hole had gobbled up his entire arm. I didn't want to shove any more as that would have reuired me to get my hand messy so I found the first assailant, snapped his arm off at the elbow, went back to the second assailant, and used the first assailant's arm to push the already swollowed hand in even more (kinda like when a uarter gets stuck in the slot of the payphone so you have to use another to knock it in). He turned around and his hand was stuffed up into his mouth. Maybe now he won't have to be sneaky about his sexual advances cuz he can attract men with his new talent of giving a blowjob and handjob at the same time. I walked out of the bar and back home. Is going out really worth it?
