Why did I end up with the Idiots?!, chapter 12
***22 June 2004 Thuseday... ***
Jesus woke up on the floor in Willy's apartment...
He had moved in shortly after they met.
Willy's place was kinda small and dark...all the walls were painted black...there was just some posters here and there.
Jesus slept on an old tent bed in the "living room", but this night he must have rolled off...
He closed his eyes again...he had a major hangover!
What the hell happened last night?
There was just some figments in his memory...
He and Willy had been to some new club...and it had been a hell lot of drugs and beers...that was probably the reason that Jesus didn't remember anything...
Yet, he seemed to have a lot of problems with his memory lately.
He had started to forget things for some hour here and there.
Just like he blacked out.
But he didn't faint or anything...it was just like his mind pushed him away, yet his body kept walking and talking and all that.
And he had told Willy about the whole black out things, but he just said that he was his normal he was...just a bit, "different".
Jesus yawned and opened his eyes.
He was on the floor, yet he could see someone on his bed.
He got up and looked.
It was a sleeping girl...
"Fuck!" Jesus whispered when he realized what had happened.
He had no memory of the girl or what happened last night!
"Shit, shit, shit... " he mumbled as he got up and found his pants, then he went over to Willy's room and knocked on the door.
He heard something that sounded like, "Fuck off!"...
"Hey, Willy... it's just that... I've blacked out again! And there's some girl here and I don't really know what to do!"
He heard some muttering sound, then Willy opened the door only dressed in a blanket wrapped around his waist...
Jesus realized he wasn't the only one who woke up next to a girl...
Somehow Willy always got girls that like him.
And now Willy stared angrily at Jesus.
"I thought I told you... NEVER wake me up!" He muttered.
Willy was always quite happy and optimistic... but not in the morning!
The rules was that you should just let Wily wake up by himself and then leave him alone until he's got his morning coffee or else he gets pissed as hell.
"I'm sorry, man...it's just that...these black outs I...I'm getting worried. I mean...did I drink anything yesterday? Or smoke? I don't remember... "
"Nah, I don't think you did that...so? That's it? Can I go to bed again?"
"Yeah...yeah...I'm going out for a walk...just...I dunno'... " Jesus mumbled and just walked away and found his clothes.
Then he just went out.
His mind was all blurry...
What the hell was happening?!
While he walked down the roads in L.A, he saw a lot of places he had been to the last days...
Places where he felt understood.
Places where he had found other people to call "friends".
But now... when he REALLY saw those places.
And saw those people he knew, that he had been alone all the time.
This wasn't home...these people wasn't friends!
He was all alone...
It was like a dream that he had.
He had dreamt that he found his place.
But it was all just a lie.
Was this really his new life?
Was this how he'd spend his years?
Drinking, fighting, taking drugs and all the other shit?
And as a big fucking bonus, wake up with no memories of the last night?
What should he do?!
He suddenly missed his home...
Not like, "Oh, I wanna go home... "
Nope... this was, "Oh, fuck! Why did I leave in the first place?!"
And it felt like his hart was being ripped apart...
One part wanted to be free and stay away from home.
And another one wanted to go home.
Yet his heart was pulled in every possible direction without deciding where to go...
He sat down on an old park bench.
What shoud he do?
Home is where your heart is...
The little silly line just rushed through his head.
This time, he didn't know where his heart was.
He sighed and hid his face in his hands.
Everything was fucked up!
Then he felt it....
How he slowly slipped away from the reality...
Everything just went dark.
It was like he was sleeping.
But he didn't sleep.
He had another blackout...but this time...he really knew it.
Jesus woke up on the floor in Willy's apartment...
He had moved in shortly after they met.
Willy's place was kinda small and dark...all the walls were painted black...there was just some posters here and there.
Jesus slept on an old tent bed in the "living room", but this night he must have rolled off...
He closed his eyes again...he had a major hangover!
What the hell happened last night?
There was just some figments in his memory...
He and Willy had been to some new club...and it had been a hell lot of drugs and beers...that was probably the reason that Jesus didn't remember anything...
Yet, he seemed to have a lot of problems with his memory lately.
He had started to forget things for some hour here and there.
Just like he blacked out.
But he didn't faint or anything...it was just like his mind pushed him away, yet his body kept walking and talking and all that.
And he had told Willy about the whole black out things, but he just said that he was his normal he was...just a bit, "different".
Jesus yawned and opened his eyes.
He was on the floor, yet he could see someone on his bed.
He got up and looked.
It was a sleeping girl...
"Fuck!" Jesus whispered when he realized what had happened.
He had no memory of the girl or what happened last night!
"Shit, shit, shit... " he mumbled as he got up and found his pants, then he went over to Willy's room and knocked on the door.
He heard something that sounded like, "Fuck off!"...
"Hey, Willy... it's just that... I've blacked out again! And there's some girl here and I don't really know what to do!"
He heard some muttering sound, then Willy opened the door only dressed in a blanket wrapped around his waist...
Jesus realized he wasn't the only one who woke up next to a girl...
Somehow Willy always got girls that like him.
And now Willy stared angrily at Jesus.
"I thought I told you... NEVER wake me up!" He muttered.
Willy was always quite happy and optimistic... but not in the morning!
The rules was that you should just let Wily wake up by himself and then leave him alone until he's got his morning coffee or else he gets pissed as hell.
"I'm sorry, man...it's just that...these black outs I...I'm getting worried. I mean...did I drink anything yesterday? Or smoke? I don't remember... "
"Nah, I don't think you did that...so? That's it? Can I go to bed again?"
"Yeah...yeah...I'm going out for a walk...just...I dunno'... " Jesus mumbled and just walked away and found his clothes.
Then he just went out.
His mind was all blurry...
What the hell was happening?!
While he walked down the roads in L.A, he saw a lot of places he had been to the last days...
Places where he felt understood.
Places where he had found other people to call "friends".
But now... when he REALLY saw those places.
And saw those people he knew, that he had been alone all the time.
This wasn't home...these people wasn't friends!
He was all alone...
It was like a dream that he had.
He had dreamt that he found his place.
But it was all just a lie.
Was this really his new life?
Was this how he'd spend his years?
Drinking, fighting, taking drugs and all the other shit?
And as a big fucking bonus, wake up with no memories of the last night?
What should he do?!
He suddenly missed his home...
Not like, "Oh, I wanna go home... "
Nope... this was, "Oh, fuck! Why did I leave in the first place?!"
And it felt like his hart was being ripped apart...
One part wanted to be free and stay away from home.
And another one wanted to go home.
Yet his heart was pulled in every possible direction without deciding where to go...
He sat down on an old park bench.
What shoud he do?
Home is where your heart is...
The little silly line just rushed through his head.
This time, he didn't know where his heart was.
He sighed and hid his face in his hands.
Everything was fucked up!
Then he felt it....
How he slowly slipped away from the reality...
Everything just went dark.
It was like he was sleeping.
But he didn't sleep.
He had another blackout...but this time...he really knew it.
