Well, I have been itching to do this journal entry, to tell about my weekend, which was fresh as hell...

Saturday was great. I had to drive to Benton Harbor to go to a prom with my friend, Morgan. I left around 100pm and ended up getting there by 3. I stopped at Taco Bell and the gas station for food and gasoline, and a 2 liter of Lime Pepsi, which isn't all that bad... But when I got there, I realized I had no money, so I had to find another gas station that had a payphone, perhaps I could try to do the old 1800-collect scam and tell her that I was in town. No dice, cuz the phone wouldn't connect to the service... so I went into the gas station and had to tell the clerk at the desk that I needed to use the phone for an emergency, and that worked... Even though the place was busy as hell, I did it anyways. I needed to get ahold of Morgan, so fuck BP and their desk clerk.

Morgan met up with me, and we drove to a different part of town, which really reminded me of Redbank, New Jersey. It had that homey feel like Redbank did... all the buildings in the square were made of brick. But I didn't see Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash, but that was kind of to be expected.

We ended up going to a place called Cabana's Ice Cream to get some Ice cream. I wasn't hungry, but was quite thirsty, so Morgan bought me a Jones. We sat around and talked some, and I got to meet her friend, Jen. Jen's cool, in her own way. When Morgan said that Jen and her had to leave to get ready for prom, I was kinda bummed that I would get stranded in the town square, but the guy who runs Cabana's also owned an arcade at a nearby Elk Lodge, so Morgan and Jen gave me a bunch of quarters ($2 bucks worth, really) and they left me to chill in the lodge. It was kinda weird, at first, because there was a wedding reception going on in the top floor of the lodge, and the arcade was downstairs. I was wearing my skirt, too, so that kinda had people looking at me. A freak like this in a quiet town will do that, I guess...

You could tell by this town that juggalos were totally desolate. no big. Morgan was enough, anyways. But she was gone, but luckily, Arcade. I went downstairs, and immediately went for the pinball machine, which luckily, already had a credit for it, so I played that, and searched for more free games. After that, ended up using the money Morgan and Jen gave me, and that was a total of 1 hour. I had one more hour to wait for them (they said they'd be back at 615), and so I ended up going back to Cabana's and talked to the owner. I told him I appreciated the selection, and the fact that no game was more than 50 cents to play. I chatted with him and his wife, explaining myself on who I was, what I was doing there, and I was very respectful to them at all times. His wife loved me, I think. She said I was a very nice, respectful gentleman. I also spent some time writing a new song, called "You Need to Die." Its a song about 3 people I can't stand anyfuckingmore, and it explains why they need to die, like right now.

I remembered Morgan saying that she was gonna be back there at 615, and she didn't get there until maybe 715, but we took my car to a house owned by someone that she knew. I also redressed into my pimpsuit (some black khakis, black button up, black tie, Black blazer, and the green bootz). In the process, I accidentally left my car keys on the sink, and luckily, the guy found them, and kept them for safekeeping until we came back the next day...

Morgan was driving in her Buick Century all the way to prom. We had to make a pit stop to her dorm for her private school, because she needed something, and it was extremely windy... She was worried about her hair getting hellful frizzy, so she had to hurry and hurry back into the car. We continued driving to Indiana, where the prom was attended. On the way there, we were jammin' to a lot of awesome shit, mostly metal and rap shit, but still nonetheless, we rocked!

When we got to the prom location, we were given salads and some non-alcoholic margaritas, I would guess, and I just gobbled that salad down after nearly drowning the bitch in Ranch Dressing. Morgan didn't eat hers cuz she didn't want greens stuck in her teeth, but I knew that she was hungry. Afterwards, comes the actual meal, and all I ate was the mashed potatoes and the garlic shrimp. The chicken was terrible, and the rice sucked. The only thing that freaked me out was the fact that there was more than one fork. I have to say, I lived my whole life only using one fork for a meal. Maybe two meals at the most... so I had to get the full explaination.

Then the DJ finally started gettin' the music going, and Morgan would run off to dance with her friends. I would just sit there and talk with her friends, or watch her dance for the first few songs... Shes a really good dancer. I guess that the stories from her being a dance instructor could be true. I did eventually start dancing with her, and some of her friends, too. I had a really fun time doing both the hip hop dancing and the slow dancing with Morgan, even though I kept on stepping on her feet. She said she didn't mind it.

There was a few times where Morgan would abandoned me on the dance floor, in which I took the opportunity to talk to the DJ. I didn't even bother to write down the songs I wanted to hear, I just went to the DJ and told him the number for the song I wanted to hear. I got him to play Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round and Eiffel 65 - Blue on the friggin' spot. Cuz I'm the shit like that... lol

After a while, Morgan started to not feel all that well, and started getting cold. I put my coat around her in the hopes that would help a little. Kinda sorta, and eventually, I put my hand on her forehead, and holy shit was she warm... I tried to hold her to keep her warm with my body heat. We continued doing this for a while, up until around midnight, Indiana time. Morgan was also waiting for her friend Rachel to get done with the whole prom thing, cuz she wanted to go to this afterparty somewhere nearby. By midnight, Rachel was ready, and we left for the afterparty. Jen rode with their friend, "Shortstack."

Morgan was cold as hell, so she blasted up the heat in the car to the hottest she could get it... cuz she wasn't really feeling all that hot... We had to follow Shortstack, who was following a Limo to the house where the party was. The house was unbelievably awesome. I guess it kinda did pay chilling with these kids for a lil while. lol The house was on a tall foundation, probably 100-150 feet from the garage. The stairway was nice, too, but I would hate to be the one getting groceries for that house. Morgan and I changed into more comfortable settings. She with a pair of jeans and a Mudvayne shirt, and I just took off my noose and button up, changed back into my ICP - Hells Pit shirt, Vest, and Ballcap... both bearing "Kreyz..." Free advertising. Morgan still wore my blazer, cuz its black and absorbs heat... lol

The guy whose parents owned the house, his folks said that whoever was drinking had to stay there. So Morgan and I didn't drink anything. We were only there until Rachel got there, so we could go to another place. Morgan was getting tired, and I was too. While we were waiting, Morgan wanted to try this stuff called Shiesha, which was a flavored tobacco type substance. I'm not sure on the spelling for it. I was really not interested in it at first, but I eventually took a few hits off the hooka... Good shit, I have to say.

Rachel finally gets there. Morgan is feeling like crap, and she is tired as hell. I'm tired as hell, too, and Rachel wants to stay and party. Morgan and I decide we'll drive back to Michigan, in an area that she knows of and get a motel room. Jen tagged along cuz we had all her stuff in the car.

We get to the border of Indiana and Michigan, and we found a motel that she had to pay $50 bucks for a two bed. We got the room, and immediately went to sleep. We were all tuckered from the evening, so there was nothing else to do but get some shut eye. Jen got one bed, and Morgan and I cuddled in the other one. She wanted me to cuddle with her so that way she could stay warm.

Next morning, we got cleaned up, and ended up driving back into her town, and driving around... We chilled at the beach, where Jen was chasing the seagulls for the fun of it. Morgan and I chilled in the car, and talked about stuff, listening to Psychopathic and some HIM. We also went to get some booze for her and Jen, and then went back to the beach, where I fed the seagulls some cheetos. There was one seagull that was pissed off as fuck. Either it was the alpha male Seagull or it was a Seagull with PMS.

I think by 100pm, we got my car, and we all said our goodbyes. She kept on apologizing for how shitty she was feeling and if it put a damper on my weekend. I told her I wouldn't have it any different. I had an excellent time. I hope that I can see her again sometime soon. Shes gonna be coming to Gun Lake for the summer, so I won't really have to drive all that way to see her for the summer. Shes fun to hang out with.

Finally, she drove me back to getting on the highway, and I went along my merry little way home. I called her to let her know that I made it home alright. I would have liked to talk to her some more, but her cellphone is a piece of shit with no signal. Its all good, though, cuz I get to call her nonetheless.

When I got home, I had to go to Tom's parents house, cuz they were moving his sister Melissa in with her fiance, Scott. Fun shit, especially while trying to pick up that TV... it took Scott, Tom, myself and Drew to pick the bitch up, take it up the stairs, and put it in the truck. Moving Melissa sucks.

The house that they have had a forclosed house with some crap in it. We were gonna break into the bitch, and check out the stuff, perhaps it would have stuff we could use. I don't know, cuz the windows and doors were locked, and we couldn't get in. Oh well.

We got some slurpees at 7-11, courtesy of Melissa for helping her move in. Then I went home and did this.

Hope you read all this shit. Its prolly worth the time, or not, depending on who you are.

-Peace n Chicken Grease.

Kreyz McKormik

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