(Based on a true story)
Where do I begin?
Let’s start from the day I arrived in Las Vegas for a week. It was a gift to myself. A vacation I have been needing for such a long time. I had just gotten out of a horrific relationship with a girl. A girl sent to me straight from hell. Talk about head games. This girl couldn’t keep her pants on to save her own life. Her name is Kelly. (It almost rhymes with hell, doesn’t it?) Kelly Bishop.
I didn’t go alone. Also with me is a friend of mine, Garrett Pronger. My name is Bryan Bear. We arrived on a Monday in late July. The goal? To have as much fun as we possibly could. And to get laid with the same amount of frequency. I am 22 years old, and Garrett is 26. He has been here before. It was my first time.
The hotel was pretty nice. We got a room on the fourth floor. The room next to us was empty. I remember standing in front of the window and looking out, down at the street life below after we entered and tossed our luggage aside. Garrett had just come out from the bathroom. “Ready for some fun?”
I didn’t even bother to look at him. “It’s only six o’clock.” I noted.
He came up from behind and placed an arm on my shoulder. “Dude, we came here to party, and to get that bitch out of your system.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
“No.” Garrett snapped. “It’s not fine. It’s great!” He then squared me up face to face. “With an attitude like that, I will go right back to California.” He practically promised. “Without you.” He noted in conclusion.
I smiled. “Let’s go get some.”
“That’s more like it.” He shouted gleefully, as we headed to the door and out.
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Where do I begin?
Let’s start from the day I arrived in Las Vegas for a week. It was a gift to myself. A vacation I have been needing for such a long time. I had just gotten out of a horrific relationship with a girl. A girl sent to me straight from hell. Talk about head games. This girl couldn’t keep her pants on to save her own life. Her name is Kelly. (It almost rhymes with hell, doesn’t it?) Kelly Bishop.
I didn’t go alone. Also with me is a friend of mine, Garrett Pronger. My name is Bryan Bear. We arrived on a Monday in late July. The goal? To have as much fun as we possibly could. And to get laid with the same amount of frequency. I am 22 years old, and Garrett is 26. He has been here before. It was my first time.
The hotel was pretty nice. We got a room on the fourth floor. The room next to us was empty. I remember standing in front of the window and looking out, down at the street life below after we entered and tossed our luggage aside. Garrett had just come out from the bathroom. “Ready for some fun?”
I didn’t even bother to look at him. “It’s only six o’clock.” I noted.
He came up from behind and placed an arm on my shoulder. “Dude, we came here to party, and to get that bitch out of your system.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
“No.” Garrett snapped. “It’s not fine. It’s great!” He then squared me up face to face. “With an attitude like that, I will go right back to California.” He practically promised. “Without you.” He noted in conclusion.
I smiled. “Let’s go get some.”
“That’s more like it.” He shouted gleefully, as we headed to the door and out.
(You can finish reading this story by clicking on the link ...)
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
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