Long Weekend
We all went away for the long weekend. Trent, Josh, me, Nick, Carl and Hattie, Evan, (friend) Bruno and Murray and Jamie. (A trupple) Bruno the dog. To the beach house. We smoked meth and stared out to sea as the sun set, we smoked weed and stared out to sea as the sun rose.
Carl and Hat fucked very loudly in their bedroom. We all clapped when they came out for breakfast.
Carl's hot. I've always ached for him, quietly, all my days at uni. Only once did I make a move on him, when I was really drunk final year, and luckily for me he was too drunk to understand what I meant when I reached for his leg. There was no resistance. There was an awkward moment, where I just about touched him, a split second after, I realised he was just too drunk to know. He seemed kind of willing, but when somebody looks at you and they can't focus on you with either eye... it is time to accept defeat and quietly withdraw, hoping that way that your indiscretion will be passed off and not remembered. It is the split second after that that I want forgotten, it was a momentary lapse in judgement. Oh it was nothing, I touched his thigh, ran my hand up it... nothing.
But, there has been a couple of moments, since, when Carl was drunk and single that he referred to that incident. Always when he was rotten on booze, he some how manages to bring it up, and give the impression some how that it was unfinished business. My initial embarrassment is enough for me to never go there again. We were mates in school.
Bruno and Murray and Jamie where in bed most of the time, between the smoking and the choofing, that is for sure.
Trent and Josh and Nick went for long evening strolls in the moon light, babbling incoherent shit, what I could make out for the most part, anyway.
Evan and Nick sat up all night, they were in it for the long hall.
Carl and Hat fucked very loudly in their bedroom. We all clapped when they came out for breakfast.
Carl's hot. I've always ached for him, quietly, all my days at uni. Only once did I make a move on him, when I was really drunk final year, and luckily for me he was too drunk to understand what I meant when I reached for his leg. There was no resistance. There was an awkward moment, where I just about touched him, a split second after, I realised he was just too drunk to know. He seemed kind of willing, but when somebody looks at you and they can't focus on you with either eye... it is time to accept defeat and quietly withdraw, hoping that way that your indiscretion will be passed off and not remembered. It is the split second after that that I want forgotten, it was a momentary lapse in judgement. Oh it was nothing, I touched his thigh, ran my hand up it... nothing.
But, there has been a couple of moments, since, when Carl was drunk and single that he referred to that incident. Always when he was rotten on booze, he some how manages to bring it up, and give the impression some how that it was unfinished business. My initial embarrassment is enough for me to never go there again. We were mates in school.
Bruno and Murray and Jamie where in bed most of the time, between the smoking and the choofing, that is for sure.
Trent and Josh and Nick went for long evening strolls in the moon light, babbling incoherent shit, what I could make out for the most part, anyway.
Evan and Nick sat up all night, they were in it for the long hall.
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