"yo homie, wrap it up B. Get yo azz up. We gotta hit up the clubs and get laid wid some white bi**hes"...
...Nishant- my roommate for past 6 mother- screams right on my ear giving me a tuning fork vibration all over my lower left ear lobe that throws me off the bed.This guy...who came from nepal a year ago acts and talks like the mix of dave chapple and a middle eastern accented wanna be thug. He had the littlest idea that I had just broken up from a 2 year old relationship which meant alot to me. But it was pointless to bring it up to this shallow minded dumbtard! I decided to follow him since he was a fun guy to be with during weekend nightlife and good to bullshit with which might help me get away from thinking about her.
We hit up the club. As usual the alcohol flows in. Nishant is grinding a girl who looks like someone who just popped 10 pills of ecstasy and not to mention couple of babies. She ain't that bad but I could see that her depressed eyes once in a while trying to take refuge of alcohol were closed on his chest full of cologne that was borrowed from me. Whenver Nishant goes out, his goal is to get laid to any girl he finds on the club. His pickup pickup line was "Damn baby, you are sooo fine" and apparently it worked alomst 80% of the time. I could see this girl landing in my house tonight and drinking the very coffee I will be making tomorrow. Nothing new, I figured.
The whole club scene didn't appeal to me. Those lights reminded me of shining hair of neha, the music from shakira reminded me of her again and while everyone was busy shaking their hips, I could see the reflection of neha's bare hips underneath her black dress which was cut just to show some of her thigh but not too much because she thought of herself as somewhat traditional nepali girl . Everytime I tried to get closer to her on the dance floor, she would push me away with those hips but later she would give in. This was her way of teasing and for some weird reason, I liked it. I desperately wanted neha out of the picture and walked towards the bar. I ordered a shot and jack and coke to wash it. I could smell her breath on the yager shot I was about to take. I could see her arrogance on every walking girl past behind me. I was saying to myself "damn...am I this weak? why do I feel this much about her?".. I couldn't answer the very question. I have been known to give advice to most of my friends about their broken relationships and make them feel better but why do I fail apply the same thing to myself and go forward with my life? I ask bartender to close my tab and leave the club. Just as I was getting into the parking lot next to the 1455 barristor road, I could hear some people walking behind me... before I look back, I get a sudden jab on my head and then I am knocked out.
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To be continued!!..
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