The number 5 passes twice, but Jamie never shows.
Fucker, says Dan. Lying fucker.
We start walking back to the bus stop, but then we see a party spilling out of a house.
Let’s see if anyone there will sell us anything, I say.
We nod to the guys at the door and act like we belong there. They nod back.
We walk around the house. It’s all crusted over with pizza boxes and empty cans. There’s a DJ down in the basement. Dan picks up two plastic cups off the ground and hands one to me and we stand there like we’re supposed to be there.
This kid is talking to the DJ.
He says, I’m not really a republican. I just like to go to the meetings. I like to beat up dirty hippies.
Tree-fucking fuckers, says the DJ.
Dan looks at me.
This is lame. Want to get the fuck out of here?
Before I can answer, a jock strap runs down the stairs, shouting.
The guys from Delta Gamma are out front. They think they’re coming in here. I’m going to beat the shit out of them. Who will join me?
Before it is even mildly appropriate, the fake republican rips his shirt off and runs up the stairs with the jock strap. Dan and I follow, hoping there will be a fight to entertain us, but when we get up there, the guys from Delta Gamma are already getting into their car.
Someone looks at the republican.
Dude. Why do you have your shirt off?
I thought there were some hippies to fight.
Yeah. OK. Asshole.
What? I like to beat up hippies. It’s fun.
I like to fight the Delta Gamma guys, says the jock strap.
A girl says to me, do you like go to college here?
No, I say. I don’t go to college anywhere.
She’s a bit fat and tired-looking.
Dan goes off in search of drugs. When he can’t find any, he wants to go.
I’ll catch up with you later, I say.
Don’t be a loser. That girl is a dog. Woof, he says.
But I stay anyway. Later the girl and I go up to an empty room and smoke meth from a light bulb. Dan doesn’t understand why I like ugly chicks, but the girl does. After we smoke the meth and steal some beer from the house, she lets me piss on her.
She passes out. I leave her wrapped up in yellow-stained sheets. I hope the bed belongs to the fake republican.