Bullshit, Arizona
Next time you get the chance, take a good hard look at your friends and think about all that you'd do for them. Now wipe that stupid smile off your face and think about if your friend is capable of doing half of that.
I wish i did that before going to Bullhead, AZ.
We went to Bullhead in the car of Cynthia and her friends. There was about 16 people total. All people i considered good friends. It was a lazy weekend of just hanging out at Hans' vacation house before his dad sold it. First night we all got drunk and had a hell of a time and i remember looking around the room and feeling like a million bucks. Surrounded by friends, beers, cigarettes, and Smash Brothers. But Cynthia and her friends had gotten restless by the third day and decided to go to Vegas. They invited Evan and I, but we didn't feel like it so we exchanged numbers. They said that they'd be back that night and if they weren't, to call them if we needed a ride home. I said we could PROBABLY get a ride with Jimmy and Amanda since they came by themselves in a truck. But still with Nathan's (one of Cynthia's friends) number and confidence that they'd return (or answer their phone), we didn't think much of it. Of course not! We were there with friends who we considered CLOSE. Two of which were Evan's bestfriends since high school. Well, Cynthia didn't return that night. We called them about three times and left messages. We weren't worry. Again, close friends were in every room. Even if Cynthia and co. didn't come back, we KNEW that our other friends would have our back. We woke up in the morning to find that they still hadn't come back. Evan was pissed beyond belief. He threw the shoes that Cynthia had left behind in the vacant lot next to Hans' house. He paced around the room cursing. We were ditched. I decided to supress my angry because i didn't know if they were ok or not. Last thing i wanted to do is get mad at Cynthia for not returning only to find out that she's hurt, stranded, or dead.
Now here's the shocker that you've probably already seen coming. Our friends woke up and heard the news....AND MADE FUN OF US. Yes yes yes, they all had shocked looks on their faces when shocked looks were required, but nobody NOBODY really wanted to help us. There Evan and I stood surrouned by "good friends" who made us feel horrible for being in such a situation. Evan asked if we could squeeze into the car, they said no. He asked if he could ride in Hans' trunk, he said no. He asked Jimmy if we could ride in the back of his truck (which has a hard top with a 70% tint on it) underneath some blankets and he said, no. He asked Hans if we could stay in his house until we found a way to get home, he said no because "HE HAD TO LOCK UP."
Amanda let me use her phone to make some calls. I quietly did it despite complaints that Craig was going to be late for work waiting for me. They called Evan a baby. They ran down the list of things that were working against us and gave no solutions only irritated sighs, rolling eyes, and the occasional chuckle. I wanted to destory everybody. My mom suggested that we take the Greyhound and that she'd wire me some money. My mom called Greyhound and told me that there was no station in Bullhead. She said we'd have to stand on the corner of Airport Center and Hwy 95 and flag the bus down. And if the bus stopped, it was up to the bus driver to let us on or not. When i relayed the info back to our...friends...they just laughed that SOL laugh and continued to complain about the time. That's when i realized that i had forgotten my ID at home because i was entertaining Cynthia and her friends for a week at Evan's and hadn't gone home since. Evan forget his ID too. And when i asked if anyone had theirs they gave me collective blank stares...the coldest stares. I wanted the forks to fly out of the kitchen and stab their judgemental eyes. STAB STAB FUCKING STAB STAB STAB!!
Amanda said that she had her ID and that she'd pick up the money for me and her and Jimmy would take us to the bus stop. Only problem i had with them is that Amanda wouldn't stop telling me that Jimmy was annoyed at Evan. i wanted to throw her cell phone at her and all their goodwill (which was soured by the constant reminders of Jimmy's condition) and say, "FUCK THIS! Go home. I'm walking." It was almost like she wanted me to crawl on the ground and kiss her feet (which probably isn't true). I like to think that helping a friend in serious need is no big deal. I knew they could've ditched us like the rest. But they didn't. And despite the fact that Jimmy was annoyed by Evan, he still helped us as much as he thought he could.
anyways. the rest is not really important. everything went smoothly. the bus ride was 10 hours instead of the 4.5 hours it would take in a car (or trunk). we got home safe. My mom picked us up at the Greyhound station in DTLA. i found out from Anne that everybody was annoyed by us. of course they had to come back and tell everybody the story. yeah. make everybody hate us, i guess? i don't know. all i know is that from what Anne told me, nobody cared about whether or not we got home. Nobody has called Evan's house. In fact, the night they got home, they had gone out and had fun. carefree. talking shit about us. calling us babies.
i don't hate people. but i hate them. i hate them. i hate the way they made me feel. more importantly, i hate the way they made Evan feel. his best friends turned out to not be worth the tp i wipe my ass with. they don't have Evan's back. i guess they never did. just a bullshit ass verbally abusive "friendship" which was a waste of Evan's time. You don't leave people you care about in another state. I'm not mad at Cynthia as much as i'm mad at Hans and the rest of the fucking assholes (save Jimmy and Amanda) because she didn't flat out deny us. They apologized and said that they didn't know we needed a ride and didn't think to check their phone. It was just irresponsible. It wasn't contempt. It wasn't a "You're fucked, dude. Now get out of my house beacause Craig is late for work."
and whether or not Cynthia and her friends are really sorry, is not for me to say. I just have to take their word for it. Cynthia is my best friend in the whole world and we've been through lots of shit together. I've always had her back and i still do. But now i'll be a little hesitant. I lost some trust.
Yes. I know Evan and I aren't completely not at fault. We were idiots for not having our IDs. But IDs are only 1% of the story. We were wrong to think that our friends would have our back. We were wrong. But you know what, those guys will never have to worry about me needing them anymore. i'm done with them. they can all go to hell and die for all i care. FUCK ALL OF THEM! FUCK THEM! none of them will ever know the extent of my hatred. I hope their children die before them. i hope their mothers get AIDS. i hope they're horribly disfigured in car accidents. i hope they fall, break their hips, waste away on the floor, and die alone in their shit and piss.
well...no. no i don't. it was just fun to say.
but seriously...fuck them.
I wish i did that before going to Bullhead, AZ.
We went to Bullhead in the car of Cynthia and her friends. There was about 16 people total. All people i considered good friends. It was a lazy weekend of just hanging out at Hans' vacation house before his dad sold it. First night we all got drunk and had a hell of a time and i remember looking around the room and feeling like a million bucks. Surrounded by friends, beers, cigarettes, and Smash Brothers. But Cynthia and her friends had gotten restless by the third day and decided to go to Vegas. They invited Evan and I, but we didn't feel like it so we exchanged numbers. They said that they'd be back that night and if they weren't, to call them if we needed a ride home. I said we could PROBABLY get a ride with Jimmy and Amanda since they came by themselves in a truck. But still with Nathan's (one of Cynthia's friends) number and confidence that they'd return (or answer their phone), we didn't think much of it. Of course not! We were there with friends who we considered CLOSE. Two of which were Evan's bestfriends since high school. Well, Cynthia didn't return that night. We called them about three times and left messages. We weren't worry. Again, close friends were in every room. Even if Cynthia and co. didn't come back, we KNEW that our other friends would have our back. We woke up in the morning to find that they still hadn't come back. Evan was pissed beyond belief. He threw the shoes that Cynthia had left behind in the vacant lot next to Hans' house. He paced around the room cursing. We were ditched. I decided to supress my angry because i didn't know if they were ok or not. Last thing i wanted to do is get mad at Cynthia for not returning only to find out that she's hurt, stranded, or dead.
Now here's the shocker that you've probably already seen coming. Our friends woke up and heard the news....AND MADE FUN OF US. Yes yes yes, they all had shocked looks on their faces when shocked looks were required, but nobody NOBODY really wanted to help us. There Evan and I stood surrouned by "good friends" who made us feel horrible for being in such a situation. Evan asked if we could squeeze into the car, they said no. He asked if he could ride in Hans' trunk, he said no. He asked Jimmy if we could ride in the back of his truck (which has a hard top with a 70% tint on it) underneath some blankets and he said, no. He asked Hans if we could stay in his house until we found a way to get home, he said no because "HE HAD TO LOCK UP."
Amanda let me use her phone to make some calls. I quietly did it despite complaints that Craig was going to be late for work waiting for me. They called Evan a baby. They ran down the list of things that were working against us and gave no solutions only irritated sighs, rolling eyes, and the occasional chuckle. I wanted to destory everybody. My mom suggested that we take the Greyhound and that she'd wire me some money. My mom called Greyhound and told me that there was no station in Bullhead. She said we'd have to stand on the corner of Airport Center and Hwy 95 and flag the bus down. And if the bus stopped, it was up to the bus driver to let us on or not. When i relayed the info back to our...friends...they just laughed that SOL laugh and continued to complain about the time. That's when i realized that i had forgotten my ID at home because i was entertaining Cynthia and her friends for a week at Evan's and hadn't gone home since. Evan forget his ID too. And when i asked if anyone had theirs they gave me collective blank stares...the coldest stares. I wanted the forks to fly out of the kitchen and stab their judgemental eyes. STAB STAB FUCKING STAB STAB STAB!!
Amanda said that she had her ID and that she'd pick up the money for me and her and Jimmy would take us to the bus stop. Only problem i had with them is that Amanda wouldn't stop telling me that Jimmy was annoyed at Evan. i wanted to throw her cell phone at her and all their goodwill (which was soured by the constant reminders of Jimmy's condition) and say, "FUCK THIS! Go home. I'm walking." It was almost like she wanted me to crawl on the ground and kiss her feet (which probably isn't true). I like to think that helping a friend in serious need is no big deal. I knew they could've ditched us like the rest. But they didn't. And despite the fact that Jimmy was annoyed by Evan, he still helped us as much as he thought he could.
anyways. the rest is not really important. everything went smoothly. the bus ride was 10 hours instead of the 4.5 hours it would take in a car (or trunk). we got home safe. My mom picked us up at the Greyhound station in DTLA. i found out from Anne that everybody was annoyed by us. of course they had to come back and tell everybody the story. yeah. make everybody hate us, i guess? i don't know. all i know is that from what Anne told me, nobody cared about whether or not we got home. Nobody has called Evan's house. In fact, the night they got home, they had gone out and had fun. carefree. talking shit about us. calling us babies.
i don't hate people. but i hate them. i hate them. i hate the way they made me feel. more importantly, i hate the way they made Evan feel. his best friends turned out to not be worth the tp i wipe my ass with. they don't have Evan's back. i guess they never did. just a bullshit ass verbally abusive "friendship" which was a waste of Evan's time. You don't leave people you care about in another state. I'm not mad at Cynthia as much as i'm mad at Hans and the rest of the fucking assholes (save Jimmy and Amanda) because she didn't flat out deny us. They apologized and said that they didn't know we needed a ride and didn't think to check their phone. It was just irresponsible. It wasn't contempt. It wasn't a "You're fucked, dude. Now get out of my house beacause Craig is late for work."
and whether or not Cynthia and her friends are really sorry, is not for me to say. I just have to take their word for it. Cynthia is my best friend in the whole world and we've been through lots of shit together. I've always had her back and i still do. But now i'll be a little hesitant. I lost some trust.
Yes. I know Evan and I aren't completely not at fault. We were idiots for not having our IDs. But IDs are only 1% of the story. We were wrong to think that our friends would have our back. We were wrong. But you know what, those guys will never have to worry about me needing them anymore. i'm done with them. they can all go to hell and die for all i care. FUCK ALL OF THEM! FUCK THEM! none of them will ever know the extent of my hatred. I hope their children die before them. i hope their mothers get AIDS. i hope they're horribly disfigured in car accidents. i hope they fall, break their hips, waste away on the floor, and die alone in their shit and piss.
well...no. no i don't. it was just fun to say.
but seriously...fuck them.