on a road trip. The craziest fucking road trip you have ever seen. Road trip to where, who cares? Banners, beers, bong hits, old trucks and supped up up buses. Eventually a few of my fraternity brothers, Jennifer Aniston, a stranger and me are in a honky tonk bar and motel. In a small back room, not much bigger than a walk in closet is a bar and the "smoking section." The front was a sleazy lounge with bad chairs and dirty couches. Large windows with no shades or blinds. The windows have a great view of the road. No one who works the lounge area seem to be around. It is late, very late. The only worker is in the bar section.
Jennifer Aniston, me, the stranger and a frat brother are hanging out. The other brothers are in the smoking section getting drunk. Aniston is clearly with my frat brother. They are hooking up while the stranger and I smoke a joint. Everyone is making small talk. The stranger asks my brother if he can make out with Jennifer. Strangely, with a sad look on his face he said ok. I laughed and said that is fucked up. They start to make out. I can't stop looking at my brother, call him X. X was heart broken. The two of them go at it for minutes. I finish the joint and walk for the bar. Disgusted. I laugh and have a good time for a while with the boys. I keep looking back and see the stranger taking more and more liberties with Jennifer Aniston.
The guys are laughing and having fun. I don't tell them about what is happening and they don't seem to notice. They notice our other brothers driving past the bar/motel with their huge banners and crazy antics. Crazy shit. I see the stranger and Aniston dry humping. I can't take it anymore. I walk out to the lounge and stare down at them. The stranger laughs. He asks X if he can "fuck the whore" in one of the rooms. X just nods. No fight. No craziness. They get up and I am stunned. I want to smash my beer bottle across his head. My blood is boiling. I turn to her and beg her not to go. She seems resigned that if X isn't going to say no, she won't either. Stranger is laughing. He is the only one.
I am furious with X so I go back to the smoking lounge and buy a pack of reds and a shot. Time passes. X disappears. I have no idea where he went and no desire to find out. I move out into the lounge. Tired of pretending like I am having fun. X shows up and sits across the lounge, which is huge. He won't be near me, he won't look at anyone. He is facing the wall. Fucking coward.
The rusty bell on side door to the motel makes a noise. Jennifer Aniston walks in. She is wearing a black hoodie with the hood up. I walk over towards her and she has tears in her eyes. "I should have listened to you," she repeated several times.
"Yeah, but don't worry about it. Out of all our 'whores on the road' stories yours is our favorite." She cries. I wonder if I should mention that I didn't tell anyone. Nah, too great of a line. She walks over towards him....then....
I WAKE UP! I am fucking sweating out this horrible fever and THIS is what my mind pushes out. What the fuck? Jennifer Aniston (mid-Friends, not now)??? My frat brothers circa 1994??? A sexually charged stranger??? Dingy hick, southern, seedy motel/bar???
If I wasn't tired and not feeling so well I would have written more.
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