who gave me the out sign with his fist and thumb and then pointed
towards the door. I was actually relieved by this; it meant we could go
free without any further discussions about our activities with the
police! I was so relieved by this that I think I smiled back at him and
kind of waved to him like saying, "See you tomorrow buddy!" The truth
was; that this was my first time being thrown out of a bar. I was young
and unsure as to how I should react, but my years since have taught me
the correct protocol.
Once outside, Wade was still livid that I had pulled him off of those
two guys, "I was just about to kick their ass!" he kept repeating but
soon he forgot all about the incident ever happening. We had reached
another threshold, there is f*cked up and there is really f*cked up and
then there is two AM, so f*cked up that you're almost sober f*cked up,
but still really f*cked up.
The breeze and the warm night calmed us and mellowed us until we reached
the parking lot and as soon as Wade saw the little green Pinto he said.
"Let's go look for that club over on Back Beach Road!"
"Wade the clubs are about to close, let's go get some beer" I argued.
"You go get some beer, I'm going to go look for some p*ssy!"
Wade had zero chance of finding any p*ssy unless he just happened to
bump into a naked women that was as drunk as he was. Okay, that was
possible, during Spring break but still not very likely.
I didn't want to go, I didn't want to go, I didn't want to go! There,
now that I've said it three times my conscience was clear and I jumped
into the passenger seat. I was like an Army draftee. I had to go, Wade
would have gone by himself and Jimmy never would have forgiven me for
letting Wade go by himself.
So now we're over on Back Beach Road and back in the day it was pretty
quiet. The few signs were winking out as the businesses were closing up.
We couldn't find the club; we couldn't have found it even if we had
remembered the name of it. There was a club open that was winding down,
pushing the stragglers towards the door. Wade pulls the car into the
parking lot and spies a young guy in the back with hand trucks carrying
empty kegs to a blockhouse next to the Dumpster.
As Wade pulls up next to him he rolls the window down and asks, "Dude, what are you doing?"
"We're closing up"
We were smoking a joint so Wade offers it to the guy and Wade starts
describing this mythical club he's looking for. The guy is bogarting our
joint but that's okay, he has information. "Yeah, I think I know which
club you're talking about but I think that it's shut down"
Wade answers, off the cuff, "You got beer in there?" eyeing the blockhouse.
"Well, yeah," he answers.
"Want to sell us a keg for a hundred bucks?"
"Dude, I'll get fired if I do that."
"Only if you get caught and they can't pin it on you."
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