Stream of Unconsciousness

Saturday night I stayed over my friend Monica's place in Soho.

She and I went to see Lucky Seven in Battery Park. It was a good movie and an all star cast. We then had something to eat and went back to her place to hang out for a while. I decided to listen to some music and work on some video. At about 2:30 am the door burst open and my friend's boyfriend Nodder falls through the front door, wasted.  Blind drunk,  looking like a homeless man, sickly and pale as a ghost. Monica was on the couch when he walked in, watching TV and relaxing, never expecting to see him that night. She was very surprised that he came in so drunk and humiliated. I was pretty shocked. Nodd crashed on the bed, out cold.

I heard him get up at 3am, stumbling around looking for something. I was unsure what it was, but I had a strange feeling it was the bathroom. I was still at the computer and Nodder walked past me, looked at me, and kept going. He stopped at the closet by the entrance of the apartment and fumbled around for a while opening and closing the door. I could not imagine what he was doing.

Then it hit me. Nodd was looking for the toilet. He could barely stand up and took a long piss into the closet. Of course I did not go back to sleep that night. In the morning I told Monica about what I was and heard. She just sat there staring at me with her fist on her chin pondering what made her love such a loser. Monica had a difficult time believing me at first. I told her to go and look for herself in the closet. She opened the closet door and smelled the musky smell of beer smelling piss that was 3 inches deep in her brand new leather boots. I also told her do not eat those Pringles because they were soggy and had lost their crunch.

As Monica was emptying the piss out of her $700 new boots she was looked totally disgusted with her choice in male companionship. Finally she realized that she was dating the guy from the cover of the Jetro Tull album Aqualung. I am wondering how long that closet will stink and if I will ever feel comfortable sleeping over her house again when next time Mr.Aqualung might mistake the couch I was sleeping on for the toilet bowl.

What are friends for!

Comments

[Schmegeggy]

$700 boots? this guy must be good in bed.