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Screaming at the Perception of Death

I definitely will always remember this cold and rainy night as if I was just waking from
the night before. We were young then and had no idea what this life had to offer us. It
was careless and at the time I could have cared whole world could have come
crashing down at this one moment with one smash, one swerve or one scream and I could have
cared less...we were on so many drugs and so many highs we couldn't have cared about
things like life, love or family...When I thought I was dead I could not have cared more.

It all started late that night. It was a freezing night and the sky was dark and gloomy.
The air smelled of rain and moisture because it had been raining all day. One of my good
friends, Tony, and I were staying the night at my house after a long night of drinking,
partying and hanging out at The Palace, an underage dance club down the street from my
house. We had already told my mom goodnight and headed off to bed. Our night was not over
yet though...A friend of ours, Dana, was having a party at her house all weekend because
her mom was out of town. We had asked my mom earlier if we could stay at Tony's house
because we knew his dad would just let us go, but I think she had a hint already of that
situation so she said no and that she thought we should just stay there. We were going to
the party anyways.

The phone rang and it must have been one of the loudest most piercing rings ever because
we were on our way out the door trying our hardest to get out without making a sound so
that we could escape the house without my mom knowing. My mom's scream, "TOOONY...who in
the hell is calling my house at two o'clock in the morning?" was all I heard as I sprinted
back in the house to throw my shoes off and answer the phone knowing it was probably one
of my friends being drunk and ignorant.

This time the phone was for her... perfect time to leave "Moooom, its for you! Pick it up
in there!" I slammed the phone down. We bailed outside as quiet and quickly as we could.
By this time we just wanted to get there as fast as possible. Some point between my front
door and the street I had this brilliant idea. I told Tony, "My sisters car is unlocked
and you don't need the keys to start it."

Tony said "Lets do it!" as I jumped in the drivers seat and started the little purple
escort. I knew he would be down. We were on our way...careless as we were. I loved
driving. It was amazing being behind the wheel of a car. We could go anywhere now and we
drove around so fast and so oblivious to the life around us. The trees and houses were
screaming by at speeds so fast that I could not even make out what neighborhood we were in
and the smell of battery acid and radiator fluid was so potent it was making me sick. But
I loved that feeling of the steering wheel turning in my hands.

We screamed "Fuck the world !" as I turned every corner. Truthfully I am amazed we ever
made it to our destination. When we got to the party it was crazy and there were drunk
people everywhere stumbling all over the streets and screaming about nothing and
everything all at once just trying to be young. We pulled up and everyone heard us coming
and saw how "cool" we were driving a car. The first thing I did was went in to grab a beer
and that was "cool" too. My friend Johnny was there and right when I walked in he said he
needed to go grab something from his house to light this party up. It was so loud I could
only hear half of what he said but as drunk and stupid as I was at that moment "I got a
car let's go." is all that could come out of my mouth. We both grabbed another beer. "Wait
here I'm gonna get some tunes I'll be back." I had to yell to him even though he was only
three feet away and I ran inside. I got the Snoop Dogg C.D. out of the stereo inside and
we were on our way.

"Where do you live at man?" I said as if I cared. I don't even think I ever heard his
answer if he even heard my question and we just went. In our minds this was just another
adventure. We weren't out to hurt anybody and if we wrecked it was only us at stake so it
was nobody else's goddamn business what we were doing or where we were. We sped off fast
and hit the mailbox as we went.

"Sorry Dana, I'll fix it tomorrow." I screamed over the pounding music as if I knew there
was going to be a tomorrow. We drove down the street even more oblivious than before. With
the windows down we could still hear the wind screaming over Snoop Dogg's "Gangsta Party"
playing at full blast. Somehow after about a half hour of driving we ended up in an alley
behind Johnny's house, by the Jack in the Box. He was only inside for a minute but it
seemed like hours just sitting and waiting to see what crazy places we could go next.

When Johnny came out of his house he looked as excited as ever, as if he had just struck
gold. He jumped in the car and said, "lets roll!" I asked him what he had gone in to get
from his house and his only reply was, "You'll see." On the way back we were reckless as
ever terrorizing the K-mart parking lot. We were holding onto carts and driving as fast as
we could until we couldn't hold on to them anymore. We let go and watched the explosion as
they hit the walls and trees that were in the parking lot. After an hour of fun we decided
to head back to the party for some more beer and Johnny's surprise.

At the party, everyone was ecstatic to see us. We went into the kitchen while everyone
gathered around, it was so crowded you couldn't even move. All you could smell was the
puke and beer on everyone's breath and the pot in the air. The room was trashed, the floor
was soaked with beer and who knows what else, but no one seemed to notice. People were
surrounding us like we were famous. Johnny pulled out of his pocket what looked like a
sheet of paper covered with exquisite pictures of the infamous Mad Hatter, a character
from Alice in Wonderland, he was definitely the cookiest character in that trippy film.
Nobody seemed to know what this mysterious paper was, but nobody seemed to care. Johnny
said he'd give me one free for gas money because he had more then enough to go around. He
instructed everyone to put it on their tongue and just let it dissolve. He told us when it
was gone we would all feel as if we were in heaven. They all did as he said and so did I.
There was no taste at all it seemed as if the taste of the paper didn't exist. I think
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