The whole
Thing started from dropping
The wrong name
At
The wrong time.
"And
How do you know
Adam?"
"Who?" She asked, stepping back. A look
Of horror was painted on her already
Heavily painted face.
"Adam...the guy's who's throwing
This party..."
I knew
I had made
An error.
"Who will pay?"
I thought.
"I'm throwing this party," she hissed, "Who
The **** is ADAM?"
I answered instantly.
"The guy manning
The grill with the Acapulco shirt
And yellow pineapple sunglasses. He
Said he organized and is
Running this whole thing..."
If an Australian wolverine mixed with
A Bay area Marina girl combined and birthed
Their rage into a single ball of high-powered,
impenetrable violence, bent only to destroy
Only who had crossed them well, that is what I witnessed
That night.
Her pupils
Became enveloped in a hot rose red.
Her cheeks, which had been
A pretty pink rouge color just a minute before,
Instantly switched into a purplish, slug-like color.
The blood within looked to be
Literally
Churning.
At one point, I swear I saw smoke coming
From her ears while her lips shook so bad I thought
She was going to ***** bile.
I didn't say another word.
I let her pass.
There was nothing I could do.
She put his face
In
The grill.
What I mean by "in the grill" is
That she whipped the metal grate off barehanded,
Proceeded to grab a very
Surprised Adam, and shoved his face
Into a searing ashy pie of red hot coals.
If it were a pie,
Everyone would have laughed, but because
It was red-hot-coals hotter than fire,
Everyone screamed.
I've never heard a man howl so loud.
It sounded like a million new born babies crying
When he hit the fresh summer grass.
A few girls screeched in fear, but everyone else
Gasped, looked at Aimee (the name of the actual
Thrower of the party), and took a few steps back.
No one was sure what she would do next.
And then,
She did.
"YOU PIECE OF MOOCHER
****!" she screamed.
Her eyes had washed over
Completely black.
I stood behind the screen door between
A shivering 1st string linemen who played for
The ducks and a pre-law major. Pre-law had
Wet himself at the sight of Adams meeting
With the coals. He didn't even make an
Effort to cover it up.
There was no shame anywhere anymore.
"YOU COME MY HOUSE, TO MY
N-E-I-G-H-B-O-R-H-O-O-D, AND YOU
HAVE THE ******* AUDACITY
TO SAY YOU'RE THROWING THIS PARTY!"
"Hey Aimee, I think
He's really hurt..." her friend
Tried to say. Aimee whipped
Her hand back and
Caught the poor ******* the lip.
It split instantly and she let out a
desperate cry. She whimpered and
Slunk back to whatever corner she
Had come from.
"IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR SLIMY LEACH
*** OUTTA' HERE NOW, I'LL POOR THESE
******* COALS OVER YOUR **** CORPSE!"
Adam tried to say something, anything, but
All that came out was a slow whimper.
It sounded like 0"help...me..."
No one dared move.
Then, she kneeled down and got
Very close to him. His face was
The texture of
Cheap, overcooked steak.
Her voice was quiet as
She spoke,
"And if you dare tell the cops
About this," she whispered, "I'll find
You. These are all my friends, you
Understand?"
Adam didn't say anything.
His eyes were locked on the ground.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU
LITTLE PIG ****! I'LL GUT YOU LIKE
A POMEGRANATE!
PIECE BY ******* PIECE!"
She exhaled. She calmed down. Her eyes fluttered
As she threw her hair back, regaining
Her composure.
Then she began again,
"Do you understand?"
"Yeshhh," Adam struggled to say.
A piece of skin
Was hanging off his scorched lip,
Interrupting his speech.
"I didn't quite get that," she said,
Almost apologizing.
She got closer,
Reached for the dangling piece
Of skin, and viciously ripped it clean
From Adam's face
Like a child would a band-aid.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH!"
We all yelled.
Adam screeched another
Furies howl and rolled over onto
His back. "I UNERSTAND! I UNERSTAND!
I UNERSTAND!" He wasn't
Able to pronounce the D, but Aimee
Looked to be letting it slide.
"Good," Aimee said simply, "Now,
GET THE **** OUTTA' HERE!"
A tiny guy in a ducks
beanie and board shorts struggled
To pick Adam up. Adams
Eyes had rolled to the back of his head
And his breathing looked to be
Getting dangerously shallow.
He had ****** himself too.
The tiny guy and what looked to be
His probably now ex-girlfriend got him out
The back gate, onto the street, and into
A car. I don't think they would
Be calling the cops on Aimee.
For their sake, I hoped they told the emergency room
He had tripped and fell into the grill.
Aimee looked around at
All the stunned faces of her party.
She grinned, revealing
A very attractive row
Of perfectly white teeth.
"WHO NEEDS A SHOT!" Aimee screamed.
There was a pause. All
Was as still as the graveyard
Up the street.
That reminded me of a story a friend
Had told me.
He had decided to do mushrooms
After a hard rain. Being high, he
Needed something to do. He went on
A walk and while walking, passed
A graveyard, the graveyard I was thinking of.
He stripped down to his tighties
And bathed in the mud of the graves.
I remembered asking him if he was scared
While he did this. "No," he laughed.
I asked him why and he answered frankly,
"Even the dead need to bath."
Behind the screen door, I instinctively wooed.
It's like a knee-**** reaction. I didn't even really
Want to take a shot. I wanted to leave, badly.
"YOU!" she screeched.
Her dagger finger was pointed
directly at me.
"YOU AND ME
ARE TAKING
A SHOT!"
I looked over my shoulder, to the left and
Right of me, but there was no one there.
The spineless **** and pissy-pants leech
Were gone.
Aimee marched toward me. Her eyes
were Enflamed with the intense need
To drown out whatever she had done in the past
With highly toxic amounts of alcohol.
She grabbed me by the arm and
Tossed me in the kitchen.
"Tequila..?" she asked, "Or whiskey?"
I bead of sweat
Slid down my
Brow.
The answer felt as if it could
Determine
The rest
Of my life.
"How bout' both?" I managed to say.
She eyed me down.
I think she thought
I was trying to make fun of her but then,
She saw
I was serious.
"I love you," she said.
"Let's drink," I told her.
And that's how
I met my
Ex-wife.
