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Norway10161 Posts
18 bottles of beer. One bottle of vodka. 3 white stripes. About 50 blue Camels. I'm wearing a suit, pressed shirt, tie and worn-down Puma sneakers. Seems like everything I've consumed over the last two days are kicking in at the same time, and I'm at work.
Sitting at home with Nick, Bg and Marla, drinking beer. Her stepfather just killed himself, and her mother has been gone for about a month. Perfect company today. Pop-philosophical conversations occupies us while mindless entertainment in the form of Californication keeps our ears and eyes filled. Guys are the new girls. As of 2008 it is official, we are the ones wanting endless conversations about our fucking feelings, we care more about our looks than the ladies of yesterday, we want to cuddle after sex and we are so unsure we can't deal with the current generation of female liberation. And you know it's true, girls.
Marla downs beers, vine and vodka like she wants to get away from everything. Her emotions changes so fast I wonder if the crazy is getting her. I find myself staring at the ceiling, sitting there between the empty beer bottles in the sky of smoke. Bg and Nick are discussing .. something completely crazy. The rest of the evening is a haze of bad tv, guitar hero battles and stupid converations. I go to bed with Marla, because she needs someone and I am a nice guy.
I wake up feeling fresh and uplifted. I kill the feeling with a cigarette and a glass of Johnny. Black Johnny, my favorite. Marla is still sleeping in my bed. My cellphone shows text messages. Girl wants me to visit her that evening. I don't bother to answer untill way later. More interresting, this fucked up guy I used to know is in town for a few days. He always has something good. I go for a drive, partly drunk. Lots of police but I keep to the speed limit so there is no way they are gonna stop me. My friend offers me snow. Seems smart. I do some, then drive home. I'm driving way too fast so I can get home before I really get going. Well at home there are more people. I don't care about them. Mia is there as well, the nice girl who is a virgin. Virgin at 19 years of age. I'm impressed. I don't know a single girl above 16 who is.
We end up at this rich girl's house later. Cool people there, the hostess is beyond and gone, and she has one of those annoying friends who takes control, cleans up constantly, watches over everyone. Some dude is a douche so I tell him to fuck off. He gets mad, because he is an idiot, and wants to fight. Goes badly. This rich kid tries to impress girls by telling everyone how much money his father has. After listening to him for about 0.5 seconds I ask what he ever did himself. How sad is your life when you have to talk about your fucking father to get some tail? The party goes to poop and we move into another house. Marla keeps naggin and wants some snow. I tell her she can't have any because she is wasted and walking on the edge. So she goes to bed with Nick, who spends most of the night holding her. I fool around with Mia. bad idea, but I'm too wasted to give a crap.
Thanks.
note: all names are false. c'mon, Marla?
 
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Good read.
Stay away from the coke man, seriously. I've seen it ruin too many lives.
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Huh. Where did the ultra-emo stuff go? I suppose this is better. Apart from the drugs that is.
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What happened to your semi-awesome love life?
I remember reading your old blogs they were "cute" and emo-ish. Seriously thou stay away from the white powder it's not going to do you any good if you feel like numbing yourself find a better place. Four bags of ice in the bathtub does wonder for you.
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cocaine 
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That story is awesomely depressing.
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I think if this is true I've lost what respect I had for you.
EDIT: Although your writing is still good, so you could probably make something of it if you ever put effort into selling it.
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Norway10161 Posts
On July 22 2008 09:28 PsycHOTemplar wrote:
I think if this is true I've lost what respect I had for you.
EDIT: Although your writing is still good, so you could probably make something of it if you ever put effort into selling it.
I wanted to write something a bit ... different. It turned out decent. Have no idea where to write, any suggestions?
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A fucked up girl named marla makes me think of fightclub
watch out for strange men selling soap TKWL
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United States42416 Posts
On July 22 2008 09:35 ToKoreaWithLove wrote:Show nested quote +On July 22 2008 09:28 PsycHOTemplar wrote:
I think if this is true I've lost what respect I had for you.
EDIT: Although your writing is still good, so you could probably make something of it if you ever put effort into selling it. I wanted to write something a bit ... different. It turned out decent. Have no idea where to write, any suggestions?
I found your old blogs kind of inspirational in an emo way. Not so happy with this new TKWL. Get back to your roots.
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you did cocaine?
We are all real proud, to be sure.
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The writing style in general is Fight Club esque lol.
Have no idea where to write, any suggestions?
Nothing complicated... Look for publications of writing similar to yours, and send a cover letter to the publisher with a sample of your writing. I know for a fact that books have been written and sold well that have been less about creativity or glamour and more about someone just writing their non-fiction story as a lost and wandering drug abuser with problems up the wazoo. It's something that sells anyone because even though it's about joe smoes real life, it's not so boring because it's different from the audiences, and yet it's automatically relatable because everyone has these temptations, and your life is just the spin on theirs if they'd chosen your path.
Although TBH, I don't know that much about getting published  I talked to someone who was and was told you basically just had to get lucky and know the publisher personally... But she was a dumb bitch, so I'm sure there are other ways.
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is this fact or fiction!?
the word 'poop' made me giggle :}
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And i thought Rekrul was fucked up. :D
But overall was a good read
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Austin10831 Posts
If it's fiction, is there a purpose outside arbitrary nihilism? I'm not suggesting that there should be, just wondering.
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Norway10161 Posts
On July 22 2008 09:52 PsycHOTemplar wrote:
The writing style in general is Fight Club esque lol.
a lost and wandering drug abuser with problems up the wazoo.
Not quite that guy .. lost and wandering maybe but who isn't in this day and age..?
On July 22 2008 10:57 BroOd wrote:
If it's fiction, is there a purpose outside arbitrary nihilism? I'm not suggesting that there should be, just wondering.
Should there be? I don't think there is any purpose in this, I never intended it to be. Marla is a fake name.
On July 22 2008 09:51 Kwark wrote:
I found your old blogs kind of inspirational in an emo way. Not so happy with this new TKWL. Get back to your roots.
Time will tell if they come back;)
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On July 22 2008 09:28 PsycHOTemplar wrote:
I think if this is true I've lost what respect I had for you. You've just lost some of the respect I had for you, not that you should care, lol.
+ Show Spoiler +Your statement is just so fucking ridiculous.
Fuck people who brag about "knowing" that drugs are bad and being all self-righteous about it.
You people annoy me about as much as little wowfags claiming that SC is only about clicking.
And lol at all the little kiddies in here whining about drug (ab?)use.
I don't think your one-sentence opinion on the matter interests him.
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Stick to just alcohol man.
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Sounds like my life about 3-5 years ago. Cocaine is lots of fun if you keep within a limit. My only word of advice is dont give it to girls. They seem to develop a problem rather quickly.
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