The Redneck Twack Club

Have you ever had one of those days? A day where every pencil cup you walked by fell over and every minor irritation, frustration and hallucination became a potential iginition source for a raging emotional and physical storm that would leave a small town leveled in its wake. A discussion of the day with your friend provides no solice from the still growing imminent threat of total obliteration.

Fast forward to the fucking parking lot filled with shadow agents who are watching windows and vehicles.....who scatter when we make a bee line for the front door of this little apartment. Through the living room filled with couch surfers, through the dinning room of laundry baskets .....fuck these feet....and finally the bedroom. A bedroom with a squeeky bed that sounds oddly like Santa's sleigh bells ringing alerting you to a severely overloaded sled.

The door is closed, locked and various clothes kicked and thrown into the corners of the room. I find my spot before the yet unknown events du jour begin. I load the bowl and take a brief survey to find out if this room contains any people who like to burn the ever living fuck out of their shit by burrying the bowl into the lighter flame ........ wow a positive aspect.....no scortchers among us!!!!

The glass dance has begun......I look around the room...waiting for the signs of instant gratification on the faces of the strangers who we all have something in common with. Yup....there we go......we have lift off. Always happy to help with an ice breaker.

So, now we who are tuned in and aware of every movement going on around us begin to start showing our tells....dinner has been served, the fare was grand and we have eaten like kings.

My favorite part of the evening is at hand, the philosophical discussions have begun. Our brains are firing hard, loose and clean. The creativity is well into a realm of off the charts as is our abilities to process inputs. We begin forming soft bonds with various members as our intake of illicit substances. We are learning about each other, some stories are touching others revolting.

We carry on through the night, some folks bail out, others go to see how their newly formed bonds work through the rigors of drug induced animalistic sex! Me.....I stay in the room propped up against the festive overloaded bed. You see, I've been talking with the woman who owns this party realm, this schedule 2 safe zone. She was nurse. She was a nurse till her friend died from an overdose. An overdose which she helped slam into the girls arm.

Now, remorse, sadness, anger and countless other hybrid emotions create a high-tide of thick viscous feelings. She plays the party favor game to tame the ever constant monster which sits waiting for its next chance to strike.

As the night is reaching its finality, the soft but ever present glow from the rising sun. We start to pack up our cracker Jack's, our dope kits and other belongings. The sun is up, the compressing feeling from mother nature reminds all it is time to relocate.