LionFox
Don Juan
Hey. Djs!
It's been a while since I've posted.. Life keeps me busy these days.. that and the girls fawning over me.. As you think you shall become... it's so true..
Listen, this is the weirdest thing that's ever happen to me, and I'd like some advice. This is not a "Should I DJ Her" question at allbut.. "should I get involved with the situation..?" This happened last night:
I went up the Blockbuster Video at about 10:30 at night to drop off some movies. As I was sitting in my car, about to get out, a car pulls up to my car, and there is a single attractive girl inside. She shouts and waves at me. Now, I find this a little odd, but since projecting that Dj attitude, it's actually happened a few times before, so I'm not surprised.
She gets out of the car with a camera, and taps on my window, and I roll it down. She asks if she can take a picture with me. Now, I find this getting weirder. It's normal for a group of girls to use the take our picture line to get to talking to you ,but she was alone. So, i'm getting concerned. I snap her picture and start talking to her and very quickly I realize she is high as a kite, and maybe on the edge of a nervous breakdown as well.
Nothing she says makes any sense; she's talking about "the darkness" and "true happiness" and junkie bull****, but by asking her questions I being to get the picture-- she's been on a DXM binge for three days.. that right, she's been getting high on masive amounts of cough syrup and she wants more.
I tell her to come into the Blockbusters with me and maybe I can find someone to help her, but when I go in and the clerk starts talking, I realize she's been driving around the parking lot for some time and have been in an out the store.
So I drop off the movies and walk her back to the car, and I'm seeing that she can't walk well, her sensory perception is all messed up and she almost walks in front of a car.
So at that point, I decide I can't let her stay in this parking lot and let god knows what happen to her, and I can't let her drive. So I ask her if she has a cell phone so we can call her friends. I don't carry a cell phone, and the battery is dead on hers, so I'm like f*** what do I do with the girl now?
So I tell her to tell me where she lives and that I'll drive her back to her place so she can crash safety. But she doesn't want to go, and she can't give me directions on how to get there. She tries to leave but I convince her not to drive, and I tell her come with me back to my house.
So she says she wants to go with me and we get in the car, and she keeps playing with her camera. She's obsessed with it. Then, things hit the roof when she hands me the camera and says, "Do you know what this means? It means we have to have sex!"
****. What I have gotten into, I was thinking.
So I get her back to my house and tell her to lay down on the couch. I get her to give me her friend's number and I immediately go up stairs and call them and tell them I've found this girl and I think she needs help. When I come back, I find she's gotten into a bottle of Captian Morgan I had left around. I put her on the phone with her friend, and she rambles to this girl over the phone for a few minutes before explaining that she has to go have sex with me and hangs up. I immediately dial the friends back and I'm like "So are you going to get this girl?"
They agree to meet us at her car, and I tell her we have to go to meet her friends. She is on my bed now and starts undressing, saying "But we have to have sex before we leave because I gave you my camera!" I explain to her that we don't, and she needs to get dress because we are going to see her friends and it will be fun. She won't do it, so I tell her we don't have to have sex, and then she switches personalities again and is like "Oh ok! I understand, we just have to kiss!"
So she kisses me and I find myself frenching this junkie girl. Then I tell her to put her coat and things back on and to follow me. I drive her back to where I met her and keep a watch on her until her friends show up.. They explain to me what I kind of figured out from what she said. This girl has been gone for three days, after becoming addicted to over the counter cough medicine. I won't have believed it but if you take enough of that stuff it's as powerful as K and other opiates.
So her friends take her back to thier house, and I am lefting thinking I did the right thing.. Now.. I have 4-5 other hotties who want me pretty bad, and there is no reason to call this girl back, but at the same time, I've been wondering all day long if she's alright, what caused her to do that to herself, and wondering if she knows how looking she if to be alive after taking all that crap and then wandering around alone in a parking lot late a night by her self.. I can't deny, she was an attractive girl (not a good kisser however), but I've got no business trying to get involved in trying to save her from whatever she's running from.
Screw it, I already know not to bother checking on her. It's not my place to go around trying to save every lost soul. Still, I guess this was an intense and unexpected experience for me. I know when I got back home, it had really affected me deeply in some weird way. Guess sometimes you got to put it in perspective.
It's been a while since I've posted.. Life keeps me busy these days.. that and the girls fawning over me.. As you think you shall become... it's so true..
Listen, this is the weirdest thing that's ever happen to me, and I'd like some advice. This is not a "Should I DJ Her" question at allbut.. "should I get involved with the situation..?" This happened last night:
I went up the Blockbuster Video at about 10:30 at night to drop off some movies. As I was sitting in my car, about to get out, a car pulls up to my car, and there is a single attractive girl inside. She shouts and waves at me. Now, I find this a little odd, but since projecting that Dj attitude, it's actually happened a few times before, so I'm not surprised.
She gets out of the car with a camera, and taps on my window, and I roll it down. She asks if she can take a picture with me. Now, I find this getting weirder. It's normal for a group of girls to use the take our picture line to get to talking to you ,but she was alone. So, i'm getting concerned. I snap her picture and start talking to her and very quickly I realize she is high as a kite, and maybe on the edge of a nervous breakdown as well.
Nothing she says makes any sense; she's talking about "the darkness" and "true happiness" and junkie bull****, but by asking her questions I being to get the picture-- she's been on a DXM binge for three days.. that right, she's been getting high on masive amounts of cough syrup and she wants more.
I tell her to come into the Blockbusters with me and maybe I can find someone to help her, but when I go in and the clerk starts talking, I realize she's been driving around the parking lot for some time and have been in an out the store.
So I drop off the movies and walk her back to the car, and I'm seeing that she can't walk well, her sensory perception is all messed up and she almost walks in front of a car.
So at that point, I decide I can't let her stay in this parking lot and let god knows what happen to her, and I can't let her drive. So I ask her if she has a cell phone so we can call her friends. I don't carry a cell phone, and the battery is dead on hers, so I'm like f*** what do I do with the girl now?
So I tell her to tell me where she lives and that I'll drive her back to her place so she can crash safety. But she doesn't want to go, and she can't give me directions on how to get there. She tries to leave but I convince her not to drive, and I tell her come with me back to my house.
So she says she wants to go with me and we get in the car, and she keeps playing with her camera. She's obsessed with it. Then, things hit the roof when she hands me the camera and says, "Do you know what this means? It means we have to have sex!"
****. What I have gotten into, I was thinking.
So I get her back to my house and tell her to lay down on the couch. I get her to give me her friend's number and I immediately go up stairs and call them and tell them I've found this girl and I think she needs help. When I come back, I find she's gotten into a bottle of Captian Morgan I had left around. I put her on the phone with her friend, and she rambles to this girl over the phone for a few minutes before explaining that she has to go have sex with me and hangs up. I immediately dial the friends back and I'm like "So are you going to get this girl?"
They agree to meet us at her car, and I tell her we have to go to meet her friends. She is on my bed now and starts undressing, saying "But we have to have sex before we leave because I gave you my camera!" I explain to her that we don't, and she needs to get dress because we are going to see her friends and it will be fun. She won't do it, so I tell her we don't have to have sex, and then she switches personalities again and is like "Oh ok! I understand, we just have to kiss!"
So she kisses me and I find myself frenching this junkie girl. Then I tell her to put her coat and things back on and to follow me. I drive her back to where I met her and keep a watch on her until her friends show up.. They explain to me what I kind of figured out from what she said. This girl has been gone for three days, after becoming addicted to over the counter cough medicine. I won't have believed it but if you take enough of that stuff it's as powerful as K and other opiates.
So her friends take her back to thier house, and I am lefting thinking I did the right thing.. Now.. I have 4-5 other hotties who want me pretty bad, and there is no reason to call this girl back, but at the same time, I've been wondering all day long if she's alright, what caused her to do that to herself, and wondering if she knows how looking she if to be alive after taking all that crap and then wandering around alone in a parking lot late a night by her self.. I can't deny, she was an attractive girl (not a good kisser however), but I've got no business trying to get involved in trying to save her from whatever she's running from.
Screw it, I already know not to bother checking on her. It's not my place to go around trying to save every lost soul. Still, I guess this was an intense and unexpected experience for me. I know when I got back home, it had really affected me deeply in some weird way. Guess sometimes you got to put it in perspective.