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The names Luke. I'm 19, work as a manger in a warehouse, I like partyin, fighting, drinking, playing bass guitar, and just having fun. My friends and family are very important to me, so mess with them, and your dead. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, and I'm owning up to every one of them. One at a time.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010


"Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye.."
I threw away the last of the beer bottles and cans that had sat in my fridge, urging me to get fucked up and fuck things up. I was trying to cut down all the drinking, smoking, and drug usage; I'd been smoking only a pack of ciggs a day. I wasn't just trying to clean up my act for my baby though. Just because I don't love Cristy like I used to, doesn't mean that I don't care about her. I then got in my car and headed to Bucks; not to drink, but to just find something to do...to keep my mind off things. This town is so boring sometimes. When i got to Buck's, it was only 6 pm and the whole gang was there, drunk as fuck. The girls we're dancing everywhere and the guys were starting retarded fights between each other. I ducked in between certain people and finally managed to make my way to the bar, where Buck was serving drinks.
"It's crazy tonight, huh?" Buck said setting down a beer in front of me.
"No thanks." I said passing the beer back to him.
"What? Come on man your like on of my regulars in here." He said.
"You know how bad that sounds coming from a bartender?" I said and we both chuckled. "Hey you know what they're celebrating?"
"That Breanna girl...she just got married or something. To Jayson Woods. Never heard of that kid before. But he sure is scrawny, and hella quiet. Don't know what she saw in 'im." He said cleaning some beer glasses.
"Huh.." I said looking around. "Hey have you seen Cristy tonight?"
"Cristy? Cristy Anderson? Haven't you heard about her?" he asked.
"Uhh..no? What about her?"
"Well, she's turned into quit the little Avril Lavigne." He said picking up another glass to clean. "Last time I hear she's somewhere up in North Dakota. But she could be gone from there already; she's recording an album, then goin on tour with Cobra something...All Time Low and Fall Out Boy. Lucky little greaser.." He said.
"What? Let me get this straight..my ex-fiance, that's carrying my baby, and has a deathly disease is traveling around the world with some gay guy bands and playing music?"
"Well, when you put it that way.." His voice trailed off as he slowly placed the beer back in front of me. I picked it up and chugged it.
"Screw coming clean." I muttered when I caught my breath from chugging the beer. "So, one more thing. No one at all tried to stop her?" I said. Jamie, Breanna, and Brooke walked up then.
"Cannnwe get two moore rounds of shots pleeeaasee Bucky?" Breanna said, clearly drunk, as her words slurred together. Then she gasped and threw herself at me. "Lukas! How havve you beeeen best whore friend?" Her breath reeked like alchohal.
"Uhh not good at all." I said as I took her arms off from around me. "Did you guys know that Cristy left Tulsa? To go on tour or something?" I said looking at Brooke and Jamie.
"Yeah, she told us she was leaving. And she invited us to go with her, but then just left like that." Jamie said trying to make a snapping noise, but was failing because she was too drunk. Meanwhile, Breanna was sneaking all of the shots on the tray that Buck gave them.
"Lukie, didn't she tell you?" Brooke asked.
"No....she didn't tell me." I said turning back towards the bar counter. Jamie and Brooke eventually pulled Bre away from all the shots, and I was left there' drinking beer after beer after beer. When I was drunk enough, I tried getting out of the bar, but ran into more of the gang instead. This time Bre was with Carson and Dawn.
"Dawn.." I said walking towards her. "You knoww, I think you are sooo pretty. And I really really really.." I said stumbling over my words, and staggering towards her. "Like you." I said then forcefully kissed her. She pushed me away and punched my nose, which started bleeding and Carson laughed the whole time. I stumbled out of the bar, holding my nose.

Somehow I made it back to my house last night, because I woke up on my couch. When I got up, I saw that I had ten new messages and started listening to them. They were all drunk calls from various people last night, except for one. It was Cristy. "Luke...I'm sure you've heard by now that I left Tulsa for a little while...but I'll be back for my birthday. I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you..I didn't really think you'd care to know or anything...but, anyways, I guess I'll see you around October 18th. But, you should call me sometime..it's be nice to hear your voice." Some guy in the background called her named. "Oh I gotta go. Talk to you later...I guess."
I suddenly felt bad for getting mad and drinking because she was gone. Then I went into my bathroom and started one hell of a hangover.
"Slight hope
It dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption....."