Time to do this shit once again.
We stood in line for along time and after talking with some other hoodlums like ourselves we saw other Loyola people: Michael Estrada, Adamsito, Simon and his darkness, with that other dude Scott. All of us feeling at home once our wrists bent to catch a sign of warmth and love. That stayed in the back of our minds even when we entered into the club. It went like this:
You breathed in a mixture of sweat, dried ice, and oxygen as you walked in. Suddenly a sea of faces and arms moving in a chaotic motion appeared. Old school music bumped in massive speakers, which canceled out your thoughts for a minute. Than in an instance you snapped back to reality and you thought to yourself. "I have to make the best of the next 4 hours". For my folks and myself it went a little different. We all had smiles on our faces, but underneath the faces was a shallow disapproval of the people who were there. And because of the fact that most of us had been rejected by a good majority of the girls we asked. But even when your shame was broken the night stayed the same. Most girls just didnt want to dance with us, even though they dressed as such. But maybe their attire was to attract men who looked like the cast of Jersey Shore.
Fuck
What were those girls names?... oh yeah, Clarrissa and Kayla. They split the second we got on the dance floor. But Christina and her crew were pretty dope, while they were dancing, all of the loyola crew swayed in the same area. We all shared the best moment of the night together. after that the high heels and pushed up boobs just became symbols of rejection, so we peaced the fuck out.
The same air entered into our noses, just alittle bit chilled by the night sky. As we drove back home we saw a truck enter onto the freeway drop 4 boxes of precious cargo. With out hesitation we parked and scrambled to snatch the boxes. Another hoodlum had the same idea. I asked
"what do you think is in these boxes"
he replied
"I dont homie, but I just got a box"
We discovered that the contents of the box were Victoria's Secret push up bras. We gave some to a fellow at 7-11. But either than that we didnt know what to do with them.
So the second attempt in the club didnt go so well, but we did get free push-up bra's.
It was the universes way of saying
"This isnt your place to be among the rest of the crowd. so here is a souveneir to remind you of your purpose.
To own the fucking world"
