Dance Club Monologue

Feeling the music vibrate through the walls of a urine pungent room, wasn’t enough to keep me from busting a move. I was alone in a florescent lit, graffiti covered restroom, feeling fabulous and attractive all at once. Looking down at the back of my hands that rested over a rusted lime scale sink, I examined the poorly drawn black marker X’s. With only the sweat that was extracted from the dance floor they were starting to fade away. They didn’t even seem to put up a fight as I scrubbed them off with cheap lavender scented soap and luke-warm water. “Those Bastards” I murmured. It was as if they wanted us underage kiddos to drink up all of our paychecks in this dump. Long dark bouncy beach waves, fluttery eyelashes too long to be real and
“You look lonely over there mami.Wanna come home with me instead?” A knock off version of Daddy Yankee called out the window as he drove by in a dropped Chevy Silverado, with a pathetic excuse for a muffler. With no intentions of exhaling my rich nicotine filled lungs, I let him have it with my left obscene finger. The parking lot was a mess, there were people pouring out of the club and scattering everywhere like cockroaches. If the music in the club wasn’t loud enough, there were some idiots blasting their music out here as well. There were well-dressed men holding their ladies hand, too sentimental and sober to be a one night stand. I sighed at the sight of this, thinking of a yearlong relationship that ended days before. “What up sexy!” two well-known voices interrupted my thoughts as they called out from a distance. It was my best friend Mark and his twin sister Pita, a carrot and a pea in a pot. “Let’s get out of here dude and do something else” I suggested as they approached me and proceeded to climb into the mustang. There was no question on who called shotgun. With enough room in the back to lie down, Pita’s lazy ass would always burrow herself back there. “Let’s go to Denny’s” She groaned from the backseat. “Fuck Denny’s” I mockingly replied. There was no time on this earth to eat at Denny’s. The pit stop for old people and truck
It was the ultimate lie we all tell ourselves after experiencing a terrible hangover. It was twelve o’clock on a glorious Sunday and all I wanted to do was sleep the day away. With nobody around to care enough about me to help me change my ways, I proceeded to get a cold one out of the fridge. “Ahhhh, medicine for a hangover.” I mumbled to myself. My roommate and his crazy family were gone, I was alone in a half empty house with nothing to do. Looking out the window into a dirty street, I wondered what my family was doing at the moment. Remembering that Sunday was always the day I would visit my ex-boyfriend and his awesome family. So many memories were racing through a pulsing head, forcing tears down my face from the pain of it all. I grabbed my Corona raised it a few inches above my head and whispered to myself “an unchangeable FreeBird.” then it was bottoms up. Yet it was the unchangeable FreeBird I wanted to be that got me here in the first place, and this bird cannot seem to