Johnny

So I met somebody today. Well, not really met. I knew him before but barely. Can I even say I knew him if we just were in the same class? Anyway, his name’s Johnny. He fucking rules. He’s never at school which does kind of suck. I don’t really get the chance to hang out with him in school but I can after the fact. He introduced me to this band called Queens of the Stone Age. Music kicks ass. He’s got this hugeass audio rig in his living room and shelves of CDs. It would have been really funny if I just opened my trench coat and started pocketing all of them. At the same time, it probably wouldn’t have ended well for me. He would have thrown literally all of his knives at me. Not even putting words in his mouth here. He literally said that as he was inviting me in. What a hardass. I’m not gay, though. He’s just a cool guy. I’m not a faggot. The fact that you even assumed that says more about you than anything. Fucked up. Also speaking of which he started playing this fucking weird Eastern European EDM VHS tape on his huge 60 inch TV and started laughing his ass off when in the middle they started playing this footage of two monkeys just fucking. I asked him what the fuck was going on and he just started laughing harder. Was so weird and odd that I started laughing too out of just pure fucking confusion. He also said he’d introduce me to a couple of other friends he has so that’ll be pretty cool. Kinda fucking embarassing that I’m in the second half of my freshman year and only NOW making friends but who the fuck cares. At least I’m not gonna be a pimply faced senior alone in his room picking his nose and jerking off with the same hand. At the end of the day, isn’t that what actually matters? That’s what everybody with working brains should keep in mind goddammit.