An Encounter

I consider most of my encounters with people and situations to be those of great meaning. Almost as if I was destined to be in that place, in that time with that person(s). Last night however, I felt the complete opposite. It was more along the lines of how the fuk did I get here and why the fuk am I here and who the fuk are these people.

Here's the story of last night:

It was my roomates 21st birthday and her, along with a couple of her friends decided to rent a house in the west side. It was a "House Party". I haven't been to a "House Party" in almost 8 years. I mean she is 21, so I undertood the excitement of such a concept. So I kept my mind opened and came to terms with what I could potentially be getting myself into. At 10PM I get my shit together and muster up the strength to get my tired ass up and ready to head out the door. My other roomate, her friend and I arrive around 10:30PM to this house. Upon entering, I am greeted at the front door step by a girl who couldn't be more than 90 pounds wearing a skimpy, white cotton dress that looked more like a dinner napkin, if you ask me. In her hand she was holding a red cup filled to the brim with what smelled like Vodka. I wanted to puke, but I didn't. I hug her and then go inside to what seemed to be the end of my existence! (I'm being dramatic, I know, but I can't help it) All I see is a group of guys standing behind the turn tables, red cup in hand, bobbing their heads to 50 Cent. Wangsta's, I think is the term best used to describe these guys. To the right of them is another group of guys and a few girls playing beer pong. Yes, BEER PONG!

At this point I start to go into my own world where I become completely oblivious to everything around me. I get like this when I'm scared, and I was freakin scared! Why you may ask. It's just a group of people, 50 cent and beer pong.....No. It wasn't like that! At least not for someone like me. I was out of my comfort zone, surrounded by people who I did not understand and did not want to understand. I mean, what could I possibly have in common with these people? Now I start to feel guilty for passing judgement on people that I have never even met and have not even given a chance to. Maybe I will have something in common with someone. It can't hurt to try, right?

So I say fuk it and I happily join a game of beer pong with the Wangsta's and some girl. Before I continue, may I just say that beer pong is the most unsanitary game EVER! You see, in beer pong you are given 2 pong balls that you have to throw into one of your opponents cups of beer that are on the pong table. There are 9 cups. If you make it in, that team has to chug that cup of beer and so on. Well, when you don't make the ball in, it bounces on the floor and is touched a million times by the hands that have to pick the ball up. So when the ball makes it into the beer cup, imagine all those lil germs swimming in that cup that you then have to chug!!! Ew!! Anyway, as I was saying, I partook in this game and got pretty freakin wasted with the Wangsta's! The weirdest part was when they started booty shaking to that song "Daisy Dukes" and another called "The Tootsie Roll". Imagine 2 thug looking guys booty shaking! Seriously. Funny shit. Needless to say, I lost the game but I was told that I was pretty good for a first timer. After this, I was drunk and didn't know what to do next. I was hoping to maybe connect with someone and have a life changing conversation. That didn't happen. So I went outside.

Outside I meet this guy, name unknown. He keeps telling me that I am a character and then he says it again and then he says it again! Finally I say "Ok. Thank you", in hopes that my exchange of words would be enough for him to shut the fuk up! Instead, he starts asking me if I like Dave Chapelle. I say "Yes, of course" and then he starts immitating Charlie Murphy, not just in voice, but in actions. This fool straight up starts acting out the entire scene where Charlie Murphy is kicking his feet on Rick Jame's couch, except this guy is kicking his feet on the the patio furniture. And while he's play acting, he's screaming at the top of his lungs "I'm Rick James Bitch!! I'm Rick James! Yes. I'm Rick James". I was sooo confused and completely annoyed cause I didn't think he was funny at all. And it didn't stop there either. He then goes on to immitate a "black person" (his words). He says to me "Want me to impersonate a black person? It's so funny. Trust me, you'll die laughing". For amusement purposes only I respond with "Ok. If you want to." Although I was completely annoyed, I kept saying yes only because I felt that he amused himself and I didn't want to take that away from him. The busier he was, the less involvement on my part. I could just zone out for all he cared as long as I gave him permission to do his thing. All I remember of the "black person" immitation was that he had an Indian accent and he kept referring to 7 11. It was so weird!!

Completely irritated, I start asking around for a cigarette. I'm trying to quit, but desperate times call for deperate measures. I meet a guy named Villanera (at least that's what he says his name is). He gives me a cigarette and takes the seat of the Rick James guy who was busy acting. So this Villanera guy sits next to me and asks me how old I am. I say 28 and he says he's 31. Then we begin talking about how the music suks and where has good music gone, etc. I don't really remember a lot of the conversation except for one part. I remember him saying "People are born with logic. There's no such thing as not knowing what's right and wrong. God instilled love in your heart and that cannot be unlearned. It can only be ignored."

So maybe, just maybe, when you are completely fed up with everyone and have given up all hope in your search for that someone who understands, that is when someone will come along with a cigarette.