A friend once told me

Oh yeah, Friday night. Cranking the Talking Heads, their singing about burning down a house. I'm fresh outta the shower, already drinking straight from the bottle. My roommate thinks I'm crazy, I've trashed our dorm room a time or two in a drunken rage. He knows better than going out with me. I know Jack makes me an angry drunk, but once I manage to get through that stage, it sure is fun... I think.

I join my gang of friends and head out to look for a party, they are easy to find. We generally don't last long, most of the parties don't appreciate the rowdy, obnoxious group we are. We are really good at drinking, a lot, and enjoy making trouble.

Eventually our group thins out. We either hook up, or pass out. I, on the other hand, have the tolerance of a sailor, don't ever seem to get enough alcohol. A loner now, I am still looking for a good time. I come upon a dorm with pumping music, and I know it's happening in there. I try the door, locked, no problem, knock, knock, knock. I wait, shuffling my feet to keep upright, no answer. No problem. This door has a window, I have a fist. I punch through the window and am reaching for the lock, and now this guy comes to door. He is yelling at me telling me how much trouble I'm going to be in. Yeah right. He pushes the door open, I take a swing, and miss. He takes a look at the blood running from my hand, says "Jesus!", and heads back inside saying he's calling the cops.

Never really liked being drunk and dealing with cops, I decide it's time to go. I figure it's probably a good idea to run back to my room. Where I live, is a cluster of nine buildings we call "stacks", with a courtyard in the middle. I make it to the courtyard, start heading for my stack. That's when I heard her calling my name. Oh yes, I've seen her at Saga, where we eat our meals. She's calling me over and inviting me in. Lucky for me, it's dark out.

I get to her room and she's a little shocked to see a sweaty, bloody, drunk, who is running from the cops. She says her roommate is gone for the weekend, so I can hide out here. I'm dripping blood from my hand all over her floor. She tells me to be still, and gets a warm wash cloth to clean up my hand. She sits me on her bed and cleans up my cuts, then pulls off my shirt, more of the wash cloth. She pulls my shoes, then my socks. I laugh when she starts to take off my jeans. She grabs at the waistband of my underwear and yanks them off. I can't believe this is happening. She is seriously on fire! She is undressed and on me. I being kissed, scratched, pinched, and rode like I'm in a rodeo. It's fast, furious, and hot. I feel like I'm floating. I like the rhythm of the sound of our bodies pounding together. I feel dizzy watching her breast bouncing away. She stiffens, cries out, then shudders. I explode. Now we are both a sweaty mess as she collapses on top of me. I drift away while kissing and sucking.

I wake in the morning, alone, naked, in a strangers bed. Clothes neatly folded, and piled next to the bed. Got dressed, headed to the Saga, really needed water, decided to have breakfast. Sat down with my roommate, who was also having breakfast. Had to ask why he was looking at me like a medical examiner? He wanted to know how I got the bruises on, and around my neck. Then she sat down to join us and gave me a wicked smile. Then he saw her "bruises",and just smiled knowingly.

So said a friend of mine.