Back Where We Started From

We decided to walk to the bar and we ended up passing by a duck.

“Look at the size of that fucking duck!!”

“That’s not a duck.” Jordon said raising an eyebrow.

“Yes it is! LOOK AT THE DUCK! JESUS CHRIST! Come here, fucking STALLION DUCK!” I yelled and began to run after it..

They all chased after me, laughing.
Codeine even yelled, “Oh get that duck, girl!”

“He’s not afraid at all!” I yelled.

“He’s bigger than you!” Jorel yelled.

“He’s not even afraid at all!” I said.

Then I growled the same thing AGAIN. But this time I almost landed in the lake and Kelsie caught me.

Then Kelsie said, “The only thing and the only bird with a longer neck.” Kelsie began to drag me away from the lake by my arm
.
“That’s the biggest fucking duck I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Well, soon we made it to the bar without a few more mishaps. I ended up running after another duck, which was a goose.

But, I stayed by the door of the bar and looked at a car and yelled, “WHY!??!”

A cop looked at me and said, “Ma’am that can be reported as suspicious behavior.”

I pointed to him and said, “You’re a fucking stallion duck.”

Before he could respond I was already in the airport styled bar.

-four hours later-

We sat down and I said, “This is one person.”

I picked up another glass. ”This is another one person. This is one person trying to understand another person even though it doesn’t’ have room to download anything else into its brain..”

I tipped the glass over into the other filled glass now.

“And it can’t understand the other person even though it tries to, so it overflows.”
With that, the cup overflows.

“It’s just, you know. I need to go to bed. That’s just the bottom line. And when there’s absolute silence looking at you in the eye, that’s what you do.” Dylan said.

We laughed, then the comebacks can.

“No bro. You can’t.” Jorel said.

“Exactly.” Matt said.

“Pussy gnome.” I said, directed at Dylan.

We all laughed randomly for no reason.

“We are, we are. Wedicritodians.” -Did I even spell it right?- George said. Yes, he came. Not to drink though, just to come.

“We didn’t fucking investing’ in dentistry.” George said back.

Jordon went back to the bar thing and fell and did a flip down the stairs –little stairs-

He got back up though.

“Can we have like, ten shots or so?” He asked.

Then Aron decided to run and slide off the carpet steps, his foot hitting in the middle of where Jordon’s legs were spread at.

He did a ninja jump, and then was fine.

Soon, Jorel bounced his hat at me and I said,” Alright now you have to drink the shot,. Cuz guess what. WE did something that was equally aggressive to both of us.” I said, sliding his hat back.

He laughed and I said, “No we did. No we did. I did something bad, and then you did something bad to me. But guess what? I’m going to fucking; I’m going to really hurt you if you don’t take one of these next shots.”

“So you make the decision.” I said, snapping my fingers once, pointing at him.

“You know, when I’m of old age all I’m going to do is find a relaxation point and just-“ Aron was cut off by Matt lightly punching his cheek causing all of us to laugh.

“Oh he’s knocked out! Oh he’s knocked out!” Aron said, pushing his head to the side as he said it towards Matt.

“Pink is the new black.” Kelsie said with her thumb up looking at a French lady wearing a b lack shirt. “Pink is the new black.”

Some guy passed by holding his thumb up.

“Piink es- the new BLACK.” Kelsie repeated two more times.

She then turned to us and said, “WE all know that fucking black is the new black. Silly French.”

“Where are you guys coming from?” Someone asked.

“Our fucking north trains.” Kelsie said, or sounded like she said that. “I hear they wear red shirts and everything.”

“No, city.” The guy responded laughing.

“Oh,oh, oh. California. Duh.” Kelsie proceeded to tell where we were from and where we lived at –the city-.

“Oh, I’m from LA dude.”

“Oh, what you here for then?” Jordon said.

“The world cup, dude.”

“OH really?”

“Yeah, first stop then to Belgium, and head over to Germany for the rest of it. I’m just glad to see regular Americans like us.”

“So you’re following Germans?”

“No, we’re following the Mexicans.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Any of you from LA?”

“No, we’re from Orange County.” I said.

“And we like to follow Mexican’s ropes.”

“Yep.” I responded to Kelsie’s reply.

“Uh, now we’re just touring around. “ I said, nodding my head.

“Ih, you guys are a band, huh?”

“They are. We might be, we don’t know. They are Undead Bitches.”

“No, Hollywood Undead.” Jordon said.

“You sure?” I slurred for the first time.

He nodded.

“So like, what’s the other band –maybe-‘s name?”

“Zigmon, heh.” I began to laugh. “It’s a weird one, but –“

The guy said something in Chinese and I began to laugh..

“It’s a –It’s a weird name so please don’t laugh. I know it’s a weird one-“

“I wish I could help you guys out- Wait, what was that?”

“IT’s called Zigmon-heh- You can’t laugh because so many people have laughed. It’s called
Zigmon Frod does his own mother.”

“It’s kind of a joke band, with classic Zigmon Frod tunes.

“That’s cool, well I got to go. Take care.”

“Yeah, peace man peace. Have a great time” I said, and they all exchanged goodbyes.

“Sure will.” He responded to have a great time.

“By the way-“ I said stretching when he left, “Red and gray is not the fucking new-“ I paused to look over my shoulder, “black.. Not the new black..” I said, smirking and shaking my head.

"Pink is, like I told them." I said, pointed my thumb at them and shaking my head.

We all laughed at that too.