I’m in Miami B****! (part 2)

5 Jul

I’m in Miami B****! (part 1)

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It didn’t take long before he realized he had been bamboozled. The club didn’t even exist. Although he was downtrodden, he wasn’t going to let this minor setback ruin his trip. He went to the front desk and asked the receptionist for a recommendation.

With a slip of paper in hand, he went to his room to pregame. He took out a bottle of vodka and a large can of Red Bull from his backpack. At that moment, he remembered the coke.

He figured he’d catch a buzz from the alcohol before his first ever foray into hard drugs. After three cups full of a barely consumable concoction, he felt he was ready. He laid out a line and said to himself, “Here goes!”

He awkwardly snorted the powder off of the bathroom counter top and sat down on the toilet. He felt no different. He tried another line, then another. Nothing. He came to terms that he must have been ripped off, yet again, by the cabby. “Damn that driver, if I ever get a hold of him…” he said to himself in the mirror knowing full well he’d cower from the confrontation.

About a half hour later his guts rumbled like the San Andreas Fault about to produce a 9.0 on the Richter scale. He ran to the bathroom and barely made it. He had never evacuated such an amount in his life. It went for hours. He suffered vicious cramping and the feeling of having to go could not be satiated no matter how much came out of his derrière. Due to the Red Bull, he couldn’t sleep, when his innards had finally calmed down. His night was ruined.

With the sun starting to peek in from behind the drawn shades, he was finally able to drift off to sleep. When he woke, it was dark again. “Damn, missed a whole day”

To get ready for his big Saturday night in Miami, he decided to forgo the Red Bull and drink the vodka straight. When he was sufficiently giddy, he decided to go out. “Here goes” he once again said to himself in the mirror.

He arrived at the club the receptionist had recommended. It was shabby. The patrons didn’t look like they were having a good time in the least. They looked like a rag tag of lost souls trying to forget something or be forgotten.

An older gentleman called him over.  Out of sheer discomfort and the respite from it the man currently offered, Alonzo went.

As soon as he arrived the old man bluntly asked, “You wanna fuck?”

Shocked Alonzo stammered, “Oh, I’m not like that”

“No, you rube” the man laughed. “I got some “Good night Cinderella” with me. You put it in a bitch’s drink. They can’t help but say “yes”; well…” he pondered, “at least they can’t say “no”” the scumbag said. He was already gross in the eyes of Alonzo, but after this exchange he was upgraded to absolutely disgusting. “Come on, I need a youngin’ like you to get them interested, they ain’t gonna mess with an old fart like me out of the blue”

“I’ll pass” Alonzo said.

“Suit yourself” the old man answered, rolling his eyes.

Miraculously, some girls came up to talk to the odd duo. The old man gave Alonzo a wink. He ordered a round of drinks.

“These are on me, ladies” the creep cheered upon arrival of the cocktails.

When the tray was set down, the old man diverted the group’s attention. After some time passed, Alonzo saw him stealthfully spike a drink. Alonzo was actually having a good time for the first time on what has been a disaster of a trip. He didn’t want to spoil it so he let it go.

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I´m in Miami B**** (part 3) FINAL

 

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