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17 years old... we were both friends since late middle school and it was a little after homecoming dance... we started hanging out a lil more often, and went to this party which was utterly lame, and very very hot inside. AC wasnt broken, people were just cheap. So the group of friends I was with (about 10 of us) decided to ditch the party and go see The Ring. On the way back home too many freaky things started happening so we figured it would be in our best interests to chill out together for the night. So we all went back to my other friends house only to find it torn apart due to interior remodling, we got the keys to the rv parked outside, powered it up and decided to get some food snacks and see what else we could pull off. Suddenly the tvs all turned on with snow... quite like the ring... the shit was scared outta us and we didnt know what to do... eventually someone found the remote and turned off the tvs... Later on we divded up the beds and to groups and retired for the night (or so we thought), My friend who owned the RV found some porn threw it into the VCR and played it on all 5 tvs... scared the shit outta us... we couldnt get to sleep cuz they were being asses, so we got busy. Simple as that. Was it good? Well it wasnt anything great, but the story is always damn funny to think back about.
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"The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom. Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better. This is all the stuff the Mommy used to tell him. She used to say, "The only frontier you have left is the world of intangibles. Everything else is sewn up too tight." Caged inside too many laws. By intangibles, she meant the Internet, movies, music, stories, art, rumors, computer programs, anything that isn't real. Virtual realities. Make-believe stuff. The culture. The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only the intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die."
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