Farewell Party - Part 2



So the party started, slowly but surely. There were 4 guests of honor who would be leaving the following weekend - they actually left town on a bus for Parris Island yesterday morning at 5 am. What an ungodly hour to have to get up at... I generally sneak up on 5am from the backside... but I digress. Now, I know all 3 mothers of these 4 boys and am at least on amenable terms with all of them and know 2 of them fairly well. This little tidbit will become important later on, to be sure.

Now, considering this is technically a tale of fiction, some certain unidentified person obtained alcohol in the form of beer for the purposes of consumption by the 4 guests of honor. Let's be real here - yes, they were underage... but they're heading off to the Marines to become, well, Marines. And where do Marines go? They go to war. I see no moral harm in allowing them to partake if they should choose to do so - and, you know, most teenagers will partake, given the chance... Would you deny them such a thing? It's not like I bought them crack and rented crackwhores and told them to "light up and have a go"...

So.. I got the grill lit up, it's VERY LARGE flames shooting up into the sky as evening fell slowly about us. The 4 guests of honor(GoH) we shall identify as T*, K*, G*, and B* to protect the innocent or unfortunate... So all 4 begin to imbibe from the stock of liquid refreshment that had been supplied for them and their OF-AGE friends... oh, and me and the moms, of course. Yeah, lucky guy, milf's, me, and beer - so yeah, it all started the weekend with a pleasant little note...

Me, 2 milfs, another mom, the GoH's and 3 of their friends all hanging out near the grill chillin out with some brews and Schmirnoff Ice's while we waited for some red meat to cook on the fire...

Now, unfortunately my friend S*** and one of the other moms, V***, lives in an apartment complex which doesn't exactly have the best set of tenants. Around the building in the basement floor lives a group of young... well, let's call them PUNK-ASS BEECHES to be nice (punks for short). Let's put it this way, 2 of them have been seen stealing FREON from the AC units in the complex for the sole purpose of huffing.

Yes, huffing freon.

Yes, it can easily kill you. (link)

I don't know why. When I was that age I was happy with alcohol and a few other thrills and generally avoided the stupid crap that has an odds-on chance of, I don't know, KILLING YOU. Go ahead and call me a wuss. I lived on the edge with plenty of other stunts so I really didn't need to be doing russian roullette drugs.

To add to this misfortune, G** (son of V**) sometimes associates with these misfits and they came around to see what was going on. Well, V** told them they had to leave - she was not about to have those punks cause trouble on this going away party. Perhaps she went a bit overboard with her words because G** got mad... a bit embarrassing to have your mom go off on you in front of your friends, right? A bit of a fireplug, G** stormed off to go hang with the punks downstairs.

15 minutes later, G** tromps back up from around the way and storms into the apartment and returns with a beer. I let it go, though it was one of my beers, figuring some cool down time would be okay... well, that is until one of the kids from inside reported that G** had taken the entire case and tossed it over the balcony to one of the punks from downstairs.

Oh, hell no... I'll pay to have people I know have a good time but I'll be damned if I'm going to be giving beer to some punks who cause trouble, not to mention have my beer stolen. What the hell?

So I immediately went around and down to the apartment to retrieve what was mine...

Do you see the drama building?

More tomorrow.
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