Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-245

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ## ####### [ Party Time ] [ By Pivic ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ Party Time written by Pivic And there I walked around like a swine. I wore a filthy coat, a filthy head and a stomach that demanded rum. Not to mention cola. It seemed like everyone had left, leaving me alone walking the street. But when I suddenly turned my head around it appeared that I had made some new friends. We all know how it feels when something is Perfect; that girl looks at you in a 'special way', that car that really is Yours, and so on. This place was my lady who watched me with beautiful eyes while relaxing in the shiny car that did not pollute the environment. I turned to the Divine wind and walked towards the door. Before I stepped inside I heard that there was a lot of people talking there (and that usually means that no one actually cares if someone enters, since the place is pretty crowded from start). Therefor, I decided to perform a gracious entry. Fiasco. Just when I was about to swing the door open, I dropped my left glove on the ground. I bent down to pick it up while mumbling some naughty curses. It was then my forehead violently banged into someones face. The only thing I saw of the poor individual was that he resembled me of that singer in Cameo (you know, the one with massive mutton-chop whiskers, who wears a jockstrap on the outside of his pants). He buried his face in his hands and bent forward in pain, while his friends watched me as if I was huge and dangerous. Something had to be done. And it had to be done fast. I bent down to check this guy out, to see if he needed help (people are usually not allowed to do that, since the victim might be afraid that he will get more coming to him. Or worse - he might be very pissed off). He was obviously not aware of my friendly move, because suddenly he moved his head upward. Blood squirted out of my nose as his head crashed into it. My upper lip was pushed into my teeth and left me with the taste of blood in mouth and throat. I can stand the sight of blood, but not the smell of it. His friends hesitated with the attack, the guy stared at me. I understood that I was in deep shit. They all wore some kind of white rubber and I began wondering where exactly in the city I were. My opponents rubber had red spots all over it, obviously mine and his mutual blood. At the time, I imagined that I had spilled quite much over him. But as we all know, things get pretty exaggerated in situations like this. We stared at each other, bleeding. Then he just made his way past me and walked away. His friends looked at me as if I were some alien from outer space before they joined him. He took it quite well, I thought, and began wiping the blood off me. With my coat. I finally found another place (a disco for people who were fifteen) and entered. By some idiotic reason I believed that there might be some alcohol available there. Not that they would sell anything - but some kid might have some. I walked around to different people and asked them, and after a short while a guy offered me beer. I did not know what to say (I was busy wondering what this generation meant). The guy looked at me as if I was too stupid to say a simple 'yes' or 'no'. I finally turned his offer down, destroying his chance to make a few bucks, and walked away looking for nothing. I sat down to organize my thoughts, but it was impossible due to the fucking music. I wanted to leave. Then a marvellous opportunity showed up. Like in a dream, a lady emerged from the dance floor, her eyes looked like water (I just love to bath and swim). She wore a two-part dress (that looked like shit), and looked like shit, I believe, but she... well... you know. She approached me and she 'was mine'. She was also rather angry. "Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing here?" I immediately got a grip of the situation. She obviously thought that I was a pederast, or yet another dealer who tried to push drugs to the kids there. I wanted to kiss her. I have never ever wanted to kiss someone so much in my life, but I knew that if I... "I needed-ne-eed, er, water or something. I must... ouch, dahrn." My mouth felt as if it was in several pieces. I could only feel an intense pain when I spoke. "I need to talk to you," I continued. "I need help" I glanced towards the nearest toilet and rushed to it. She followed me with her eyes, but did not come after me. I ran inside and met three girls who sat there for a smoke. They screamed at me, waving their little hands, demanding me to leave. I asked them to shut up if they did not want to see my aggressor. I grabbed some water out of the sink and coughed up a little marble of blood. The marble had a long string attached to it that hung far down my throat. It tickled too much for me. I cannot stand that. I barfed straight into the sink and ran out. Outside the toilet, I crashed into The Perfection who fell to the floor. Suddenly I understood that she was not right. Ten years from now she would be wrong. I headed for the door, feeling beer cans and other various items being thrown at my back. I felt pain and left for the other place (stupid idea, since it was there my pain begun). I ran to the place. I was afraid of fifteen-year old people. Or perhaps I was afraid of the lack of alcohol in a very traumatic situation? When I was there I opened the door. I was badly shocked. I even fainted, and everything (naturally) turned black. Then I suddenly felt that I was sleeping in my own bed, at home. But I was wrong. I was on the floor at the place. There was alcohol by my side together with a rather cute lady. Smiling faces stared at me. Everybody were dressed as if there had been some renaissance of the eighties. By that I mean strange clothes. But I did not care. My clothes were sweaty, I felt blood in my mouth and my nose was blocked up. I tried to say something, but my lips refused the order. "Don't try to say something," a girl with pink glasses said, "You have blood in your throat. Try to rinse it away." She gave me a beer and it actually tasted quite good. I normally detest beer, but this one was actually good. "Omph." "What's he talking about?" a girl asked. I noticed that the place was completely silent. No one said a single word. Everybody was studying me. I almost started to cry. Then I heard voices from outside. "I will... If I see him I will slay him at once. That's the deal. No, shut up, I do not give a fuck what you say! When I see him, he is dead!" I knew it was Cameo. I fainted again. The last thing I saw was a face that had fought to keep me awake, but failed. -------------------------------- Written by Niclas Pivic 23/2 1995. Any comments on this file may be mailed to pivic@skom.se or 2:201/610. Translated and slightly revised by The GNN 2/3 1995. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #245 Underground eXperts United 1995 uXu #245 Call LHDý -> +1-818-546-2332 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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