Divinity in MotionSubmitted by Murphy1844 at 2009-07-23 04:57:34 EDT
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I walked through the door, inside, and glanced at my cousin, who was playing pool and sort of lining up his next shot. I looked where he looked, then I stepped in front of the pocket he was focusing on and unzipped my pants.
Then I shot both arms down and made fists with my hands, holding them about a few inches from below my waist. My feet were positioned at shoulder length, and I looked down and held completely still. I could hear 100,000 fans roaring.
"What is he doing?" I heard from my cousin. I held still, embracing the spot-light.
He said, "Oh god, I think he's going to pee in the pocket!"
There were about three or four people watching or participating in this pool game. I knew Jon (my cousin) well, obviously, but the other couple of chicks, I didn't know them so well. Jon had slept with one of them months ago, and it's been long enough where they can hang out and forget that that ever happened.
After about a minute of holding still and hearing the fantastic crowd, I sharply turned my head to the right without moving the rest of my body. I should note that I had one or two hits off a marijuana pipe and probably six pints of Coors Light in me. Since I don't smoke pot much, I seriously thought 100,000 fans were cheering me on in this performance.
The girl who slept with Jon, she knew my name, and she started laughing hysterically. She said, "oh my GOD Murphy," and got too caught up in her laughter to finish her sentence.
My cousin said, "Alright I'm gonna pee while he finishes his skit." I thought:
"Skit?! This is the REAL DEAL," I thought. My fans readily dismissed him and wondered silently why anyone would leave such a show.
The girl is laughing so hard she's red, and I'm absolutely serious, and fueled by her position as a fan of mine. I slowly took off imaginary glasses. She's still laughing, not like the rest of my fans who are screaming and crying and grasping out for me, me, me. I very slowly pulled the glasses away and down from my chest.
Then I put those glasses away, in my pocket, looking to one side, with my other fist clenched like I'm fixing to fight. Her laughing got to me just then, and made me laugh myself, and it completely broke my spell. I thought 'Damnit' then broke down and started cracking up. My fans disappeared, my posture softened, and I was back to real life.
It was like waking up from one of those dreams where you're rich, and you're surrounded by ten to twelve twinks with wet chests and soap bubbles on there ass's. And white smiles, and glistening lips and... well, alright.
After the spell was broken, I zipped up my pants and walked back to my table, still sort of laughing, but laughing in part osmosis-like and in part absolute disappointment.