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Underground eXperts United
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[ Party Time ] [ By Pivic ]
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Party Time
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written by Pivic
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And there I walked around like a swine. I wore a filthy coat, a filthy
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head and a stomach that demanded rum. Not to mention cola. It seemed like
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everyone had left, leaving me alone walking the street. But when I
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suddenly turned my head around it appeared that I had made some new
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friends. We all know how it feels when something is Perfect; that girl
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looks at you in a 'special way', that car that really is Yours, and so on.
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This place was my lady who watched me with beautiful eyes while relaxing in
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the shiny car that did not pollute the environment. I turned to the Divine
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wind and walked towards the door.
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Before I stepped inside I heard that there was a lot of people talking
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there (and that usually means that no one actually cares if someone enters,
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since the place is pretty crowded from start). Therefor, I decided to
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perform a gracious entry.
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Fiasco. Just when I was about to swing the door open, I dropped my left
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glove on the ground. I bent down to pick it up while mumbling some naughty
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curses.
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It was then my forehead violently banged into someones face.
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The only thing I saw of the poor individual was that he resembled me of
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that singer in Cameo (you know, the one with massive mutton-chop whiskers,
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who wears a jockstrap on the outside of his pants). He buried his face in
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his hands and bent forward in pain, while his friends watched me as if I
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was huge and dangerous.
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Something had to be done. And it had to be done fast. I bent down to
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check this guy out, to see if he needed help (people are usually not
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allowed to do that, since the victim might be afraid that he will get more
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coming to him. Or worse - he might be very pissed off). He was obviously
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not aware of my friendly move, because suddenly he moved his head upward.
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Blood squirted out of my nose as his head crashed into it. My upper lip
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was pushed into my teeth and left me with the taste of blood in mouth and
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throat. I can stand the sight of blood, but not the smell of it.
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His friends hesitated with the attack, the guy stared at me.
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I understood that I was in deep shit.
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They all wore some kind of white rubber and I began wondering where
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exactly in the city I were. My opponents rubber had red spots all over it,
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obviously mine and his mutual blood. At the time, I imagined that I had
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spilled quite much over him. But as we all know, things get pretty
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exaggerated in situations like this.
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We stared at each other, bleeding. Then he just made his way past me
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and walked away. His friends looked at me as if I were some alien from
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outer space before they joined him.
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He took it quite well, I thought, and began wiping the blood off me.
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With my coat.
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I finally found another place (a disco for people who were fifteen) and
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entered. By some idiotic reason I believed that there might be some alcohol
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available there. Not that they would sell anything - but some kid might
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have some. I walked around to different people and asked them, and after a
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short while a guy offered me beer. I did not know what to say (I was busy
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wondering what this generation meant). The guy looked at me as if I was
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too stupid to say a simple 'yes' or 'no'. I finally turned his offer down,
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destroying his chance to make a few bucks, and walked away looking for
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nothing. I sat down to organize my thoughts, but it was impossible due to
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the fucking music. I wanted to leave.
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Then a marvellous opportunity showed up. Like in a dream, a lady
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emerged from the dance floor, her eyes looked like water (I just love to
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bath and swim). She wore a two-part dress (that looked like shit), and
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looked like shit, I believe, but she... well... you know. She approached
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me and she 'was mine'.
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She was also rather angry.
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"Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing here?"
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I immediately got a grip of the situation. She obviously thought that I
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was a pederast, or yet another dealer who tried to push drugs to the kids
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there. I wanted to kiss her. I have never ever wanted to kiss someone so
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much in my life, but I knew that if I...
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"I needed-ne-eed, er, water or something. I must... ouch, dahrn."
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My mouth felt as if it was in several pieces. I could only feel an
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intense pain when I spoke.
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"I need to talk to you," I continued. "I need help"
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I glanced towards the nearest toilet and rushed to it. She followed me
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with her eyes, but did not come after me. I ran inside and met three girls
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who sat there for a smoke. They screamed at me, waving their little hands,
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demanding me to leave. I asked them to shut up if they did not want to see
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my aggressor. I grabbed some water out of the sink and coughed up a little
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marble of blood. The marble had a long string attached to it that hung far
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down my throat. It tickled too much for me. I cannot stand that. I
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barfed straight into the sink and ran out.
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Outside the toilet, I crashed into The Perfection who fell to the floor.
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Suddenly I understood that she was not right. Ten years from now she would
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be wrong. I headed for the door, feeling beer cans and other various items
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being thrown at my back. I felt pain and left for the other place (stupid
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idea, since it was there my pain begun). I ran to the place. I was afraid
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of fifteen-year old people. Or perhaps I was afraid of the lack of alcohol
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in a very traumatic situation?
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When I was there I opened the door. I was badly shocked. I even fainted,
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and everything (naturally) turned black.
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Then I suddenly felt that I was sleeping in my own bed, at home. But I
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was wrong. I was on the floor at the place. There was alcohol by my side
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together with a rather cute lady. Smiling faces stared at me. Everybody
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were dressed as if there had been some renaissance of the eighties. By
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that I mean strange clothes. But I did not care.
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My clothes were sweaty, I felt blood in my mouth and my nose was blocked
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up. I tried to say something, but my lips refused the order.
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"Don't try to say something," a girl with pink glasses said, "You have
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blood in your throat. Try to rinse it away."
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She gave me a beer and it actually tasted quite good. I normally detest
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beer, but this one was actually good.
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"Omph."
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"What's he talking about?" a girl asked.
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I noticed that the place was completely silent. No one said a single
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word. Everybody was studying me. I almost started to cry.
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Then I heard voices from outside. "I will... If I see him I will slay
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him at once. That's the deal. No, shut up, I do not give a fuck what you
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say! When I see him, he is dead!"
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I knew it was Cameo. I fainted again. The last thing I saw was a face
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that had fought to keep me awake, but failed.
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Written by Niclas Pivic 23/2 1995. Any comments on this file may
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be mailed to pivic@skom.se or 2:201/610.
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Translated and slightly revised by The GNN 2/3 1995.
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uXu #245 Underground eXperts United 1995 uXu #245
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Call LHD<48> -> +1-818-546-2332
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