DECLINE OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION #3

a moment's respite in the battle to preserve a thing of beauty. to promote music, love, spontaneous friendship, crystallize a moment in people's hearts and minds. live forever in a night, right?

WRONG. though we might have scared off the first wave of teenyboppers, a term that will henceforth encompass every single high school bitch, buck or un-cool person there, be they mr. italian sunglasses -"i'm just here to party" - or mr. i'm young black and on the football team - "i'm just here to party" - or young slightly drunk girl wearing clothes nearly identical to every other party-going slut - "i'm just here to party" - THEY WERE COMING BACK IN HORDES. and whoever they were they all thought that they were entitled to be there, a fact i contested on all counts... they also thought that they could somehow cheat the pretty simple PAY FIVE DOLLARS-GET IN-PARTY YOUR HEART OUT system by saying something like aw come on man you tryna cheat a brother or some other cheap shit line.

by this time jo- was back along with our punk rock friend to be known only as MICHEAL-FUCK-YOU-UP-JONES or Mfyuj. jo- was as displeased with the situation as i was, only he bore the burden of the property getting fucked up. as such he took it upon himself to stand by the door and not admit anyone else. this prompted numerous kids to try and run around the side or enter through the neighbor's yard or a million other shyster fucking tricks. and there were just too many to handle, all of them getting agro because they thought it was a personal thing.... it's not... really!

a turning point may have occurred when a giant crew of guys (new wave, not part of the previous crew) ascended the stairs all looking fresh and all hoping to get in and get their dicks' wet i'm sure.

aside: now you can lament this language here or you can acknowledge a fact that i've tried to get across to almost everyone a know... that at ages 16 thru an undefined age i haven't reached yet the two dominant male impulses are to FIGHT and FUCK. a travesty yes, but human nature unless tamed!

now these guys were all much bigger than me and they were all pushing past me and a few friends. until they encountered the door which a few of them got through but most of them didn't. a friend's band was playing right then layering the atmosphere with heavy sludge metal. sadly, most people didn't give a fuck about the music, so the only real effect it had was to add more agro to these idiots' already pretty heavy blend of anger and alcohol.

the door was closed but Mfyuj was there to guard it. as he later explained to me, he was on ecstasy which combined with his life experience allowed him to laugh in the face of the idiot band of assholes. as the language exchanged began to sharpen to the tune of "let us in you fucky fucks!" he charged in swinging wildly at the horde of broes. in a completely unexpected turn of events, a beer bottle was chucked at his head, smashing instead against the side of the house. another friend took this as a cue to smash one of broes' face in.

the party had become a riot.


i watched all this commence with a slightly detached attitude, as is my wont. i can't possibly claim that the unfolding events didn't picque my anger, however. what i was watching was the heroic climax of my summer turn into a completely random and meaningless tragedy. rather than beautiful uselessness the night was becoming violent nothingness.


i started walking around the house telling people to leave. a better translation of what i said would have been "stick around if you want to get busted by the cops you dumbfucks".


a short list of events i witnessed or heard about later:

1. bike stolen
2. multiple cars damaged. i heard alarms going off what seemed to be blocks away from the where our little riot was unfolding
3. someone attempted to pick up my friend's cat and hurl it. the cat narrowly escaped. 
4. jo-, the houseowner, was tackled in his backyard by a pair of strangers who proceeded to attempt strangulation. tim intervened and threw one of the kids off. a bottle of vodka was then hurled at jo-'s chest, subsequently exploding. 
5. a girl started vomiting all over the computers, then collapsed in it. 

in the anger haze i was in i had ceased to regard most of the party attendees as people... they really did appear to me as cogs in the idiot cycle of suffering.

i made a grave mistake to grab a can of bear mace i'd stowed in my friend's room and bring it out to the front porch as a deterrence mechanism. the mob was still assembled and still angry. dropping the can i picked it up saying something to the effect of "oh shit it's a can of bear mace better fuck off!!" as i remember it now an italian motherfucker who'd gotten his feelings hurt was taking a stand on the porch saying something to the effect of "i'm just gonna hang out on this chill porch". hm, duplicity. i told him to fuck off and as he left he kicked over a statuette, breaking it. as this was happening a kid who had been lurking behind me, ran up, grabbed my bear mace and took off.

i'd lost control.

addressing the statue kicker i screamed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU PIECE OF SHIT??" suddenly one of his much bigger buddies ran up and pushed me to the floor of the deck. to be honest, this was the first time i'd ever been in what might be termed a fight and rather than lengthen it i got up and walked away. i grabbed the backpack that i'd brought all my shit in and took off with tim and mo-.

we walked briskly to a friend's house down the way where some people were reconvening enduring one passing car that threatened to beat the shit out of us.

i lit a cigarette.