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F irst of all, no hard feelings, Locke…
That being said,
Locke’s little ‘road trip buddy’ was a Little Shit, in every way imaginable. I haven’t met someone that annoying and disrespectful in a long, long time. He’s one of those spoiled little fags who puts others down…to either make himself feel better about his own chronic masturbation habits and/or his infatuation with small boys.
Keep in mind, folks, that this was all Locke’s idea. Not mine. His. Let’s backtrack a little, though…
Locke is taking a precious road trip, which just happens to go right through my quaint little town in little ol' Colorado. He asked if he could hang out, smoke/party/stay the night. I said yes. I'm a hospitable person and I'm not afraid to invite perfect strangers into my home. Mostly because that's how I usually get laid. We've never met, I only know Locke from the forums, where we usually disagree on most issues. So he comes rolling into my duplex around 2 in the afternoon.
I welcome them both to the city in question and offer them whatever they might need after a long trip. Locke makes use of my shower (I have hot and cold running water…also electricity and internet and a huge network of local crack dealers…it‘s just how I roll), while his friend and I…. “talk”.
The first thing I noticed about this little shit faced little fuck was that I wanted to strangle the life out of him. His name was ‘Steven’.
Actually, no. It took me a while to come to that eventual conclusion. He reminded me, right off the bat, of a million other stupid worthless American kids I've met. Lacking many qualities, not the least of which is basic social etiquette.
Every word that came out of his mouth was derisive - in the worst way. Now, I’m all for derisive comments, but keep in mind I JUST MET THESE PEOPLE OFF THE INTERNET. You’d think he might be a little more tasteful in his approach to dialogue. But no, he just kept on. Whether it be the state of Colorado traffic, the fact that I’m running Windows Vista (which I could almost sympathize with), the fact that I use Bit Torrent, God only knows what else. It literally just went on and on. Some of it was racist, some of it was just stupid and annoying.
I think he might be a Jew.
Keep in mind this little fuck doesn’t even have a car that could make the trip to Colorado. He didn’t even seem to be in possession of a phone. He then started condemning my interior decorating style. In every way imaginable, once again.
But wait, wait. I was actually COOL with this kid, at first. I thought, “Wow, this little fuck has Moxy!” So I played along, and for every insult he hurled at me or my state or my apartment or my whatever I hurled one back.
Well, by the time Locke was done lathering his glorious naked body in the shower…Steve and I were getting pretty heated with each other. I thought it was all in good fun, but Locke seemed to grow more and more…uneasy.
Let’s make a stupid story short. I scared both of them off.
Locke (Tom), you seem to be a pretty cool guy. Your friend is someone who is going to get BOTH of you shot, however. I have been many places and seen many things and your friend is one of the rudest little fucks I’ve ever encountered.
It’s good you left when you did. I thought maybe his whole “attitude” was part of an act, and I actually liked it. When I found out there was nothing “clever” behind his “act” and he was just a dumb little fucking kid….
Ya. It’s good you left. And all that shit I was saying about oweing “crack dealers” in the neighborhood was tongue in cheek, dude.
C’mon! Are you serious? These kids literally bolted. And it was a really awkward parting.
I was actually offended.
Meeting people off the internet is a roll of the dice, I know. Tom (locke), as I said, was a likable fellow. He seemed a little awkward, but at least he had manners. He seemed smart. I would have liked to hang out with him for a couple hours and share a couple beers and maybe hike North Cheyenne canyon. I’m sure Locke will have his own side of the story. And I’d be fascinated to hear it.
I'll tell you this much, Tom. If you show back up at my house with that friend of yours HE'S leaving with a bloody nose.
EDIT: And if you think I'm joking, PLEASE come back. I have no problem with you whatsoever, Tom. But I will literally rape your friend.
That being said,
Locke’s little ‘road trip buddy’ was a Little Shit, in every way imaginable. I haven’t met someone that annoying and disrespectful in a long, long time. He’s one of those spoiled little fags who puts others down…to either make himself feel better about his own chronic masturbation habits and/or his infatuation with small boys.
Keep in mind, folks, that this was all Locke’s idea. Not mine. His. Let’s backtrack a little, though…
Locke is taking a precious road trip, which just happens to go right through my quaint little town in little ol' Colorado. He asked if he could hang out, smoke/party/stay the night. I said yes. I'm a hospitable person and I'm not afraid to invite perfect strangers into my home. Mostly because that's how I usually get laid. We've never met, I only know Locke from the forums, where we usually disagree on most issues. So he comes rolling into my duplex around 2 in the afternoon.
I welcome them both to the city in question and offer them whatever they might need after a long trip. Locke makes use of my shower (I have hot and cold running water…also electricity and internet and a huge network of local crack dealers…it‘s just how I roll), while his friend and I…. “talk”.
The first thing I noticed about this little shit faced little fuck was that I wanted to strangle the life out of him. His name was ‘Steven’.
Actually, no. It took me a while to come to that eventual conclusion. He reminded me, right off the bat, of a million other stupid worthless American kids I've met. Lacking many qualities, not the least of which is basic social etiquette.
Every word that came out of his mouth was derisive - in the worst way. Now, I’m all for derisive comments, but keep in mind I JUST MET THESE PEOPLE OFF THE INTERNET. You’d think he might be a little more tasteful in his approach to dialogue. But no, he just kept on. Whether it be the state of Colorado traffic, the fact that I’m running Windows Vista (which I could almost sympathize with), the fact that I use Bit Torrent, God only knows what else. It literally just went on and on. Some of it was racist, some of it was just stupid and annoying.
I think he might be a Jew.
Keep in mind this little fuck doesn’t even have a car that could make the trip to Colorado. He didn’t even seem to be in possession of a phone. He then started condemning my interior decorating style. In every way imaginable, once again.
But wait, wait. I was actually COOL with this kid, at first. I thought, “Wow, this little fuck has Moxy!” So I played along, and for every insult he hurled at me or my state or my apartment or my whatever I hurled one back.
Well, by the time Locke was done lathering his glorious naked body in the shower…Steve and I were getting pretty heated with each other. I thought it was all in good fun, but Locke seemed to grow more and more…uneasy.
Let’s make a stupid story short. I scared both of them off.
Locke (Tom), you seem to be a pretty cool guy. Your friend is someone who is going to get BOTH of you shot, however. I have been many places and seen many things and your friend is one of the rudest little fucks I’ve ever encountered.
It’s good you left when you did. I thought maybe his whole “attitude” was part of an act, and I actually liked it. When I found out there was nothing “clever” behind his “act” and he was just a dumb little fucking kid….
Ya. It’s good you left. And all that shit I was saying about oweing “crack dealers” in the neighborhood was tongue in cheek, dude.
C’mon! Are you serious? These kids literally bolted. And it was a really awkward parting.
I was actually offended.
Meeting people off the internet is a roll of the dice, I know. Tom (locke), as I said, was a likable fellow. He seemed a little awkward, but at least he had manners. He seemed smart. I would have liked to hang out with him for a couple hours and share a couple beers and maybe hike North Cheyenne canyon. I’m sure Locke will have his own side of the story. And I’d be fascinated to hear it.
I'll tell you this much, Tom. If you show back up at my house with that friend of yours HE'S leaving with a bloody nose.
EDIT: And if you think I'm joking, PLEASE come back. I have no problem with you whatsoever, Tom. But I will literally rape your friend.
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