Post by IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ on Dec 4, 2010 20:23:05 GMT -5
WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END
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Ivan needed to go out. It had felt like such a slow week. Doing nothing but going to classes and wandering through the streets with nothing else to do. When Ivan was a guy that had to do everything all the time, it was like a mini game of torture. The only real excitment he had done was run into Giovana, who he had been trying to go for, for quite a long time. Even that didn't end in his usual Ivan way. He had to go out and get absoltuely wasted. It was like having an urge for a cigarette. The only difference was one was about going to throw his life away little by little, doing something stupid almost every time, and the other was smoking. What was worse was that when he got this way, he had a very short temper.
Most of the time, Ivan was known as an extremely laid back guy. Someone who really didn't care what happened to him. Who joked around at every chance he got, but now he felt like he wanted to rip the next person's head off. At first, it was noticable that he really did have an angry short temper. Once he got to the break of yelling for something small, he knew that it was time to go out. So he sat up and looked around for his keys, which he had been flinging across the room earlier, so it could have been anywhere. In the process, he did find a hat that he thought he gave away, so he placed that on the top of his head and contiuned to look for his keys. Now that he had a car, he abused the privilage.
When he was in high school, he had a large 50 year old lawn mower as an excuse for a vechial. So he was constantly asking for rides from other people. Now he refused to do so, even when he couldn't find a trace of his keys. His frustration and short temper really didn't help the situation. Getting up off of the ground, he growled and punched his dresser, hearing something bounce. He looked over by his now red hand and saw the silver keys sitting there. With a large sigh, he grabbed them and started swinging them around his fingers. Ivan went into his new truck, slammed the door because he could and sped as fast as he could to the bar. Normally he probably wouldn't have gotten a truck for the gas money it did, but when he was driving home drunk, he wanted to make sure that he didn't too much damage.
He drove through the 'bad' neighborhood, parking and locking his beautiful truck to find one of the most popular bars. He owed a lot to this bar, as for a long time they didn't ask for ID. Before he turned twenty-one, it was rather difficult to try to guy liquor. They just assumed that he was old enough. After a while, he went there often enough that they knew him and didn't bother asking. Now that he was of age, he felt like he actually owed this place a quite of bit of service. The only problem was it was in a very questionable neighborhood. Ivan actually grew up in a 'bad' neighborhood, so it felt a little more like his home then ever. Most of the friends he grew up were now in jail or had been in jail. Or suppose to go to jail.
When he walked in, it seemed that all the looks in the room came in his direction. Instead of hiding his head, he stode with his head high. The guy was six four, so it was very hard not to reconize him when he walked into some place. Without any hellos from anyone, he walked to the bar and asked for a heavy drink and fast. He would order normally, but at the moment, he needed something strong to set him off. It took quite a bit to get him wasted, so let the fun begin. After his drink came, he downed in and bit back a little bit. Oh fuck that was really strong. His eyes went cross for a moment, but went back to normal as he ordered another drink. So now that he had the drinking, all he needed to do was try to find the company. Turning around, his eyes scanned the area for a good chica.
BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH
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