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Post by vinniegorge2 on May 5, 2010 13:52:16 GMT -5
 I DIDN'T LIKE THE BUSINESS BUT THAT WAS AT FIRST GLANCE
•THE KIDS DON'T STAND A CHANCE•
YOUR PILLOW FEELS SO SOFT NOW BUT STILL YOU MUST ADVANCE
The park was pretty much perfect even if it was only to Vinnie, but hell it was obvious to just about anyone what a beautiful day it was outside. Vinnie took wide glances around him taking in the natural beauty of the park even with the large city that surrounded it. It was still quiet and kept clean in tip top shape. As loud roars from the engines of cars past by. It brought a soft smile to his lips just by being outside and not cramped up in a tour bus all day as he lit a cigarette. The flickering of the flame four or five times before the cigarette was lit. Stuffing the liter in his front pocket before slowly walking down the twists and turns of the sidewalk that ran threw the park.
Vinnie wiggled his to toes threw his sandals has he drudged threw the park taking in his surrounds as he breathed in the toxic fumes of the cigarette. Stretching his tall, lean body then resting his hands on the back of his head as he let his fingers entangle with each other. Letting the soft breeze blow away the strands of hair from his eye's. Showing off the dark rings under neath, sighs of his last night hangover. Though now that he was in the park none of that really mattered and it wasn't like he remembered it anyway. So now all he needed where some fresh winds, the sun, and a cigarette to calm his nerves. Plus just looking at the beauty around him made him feel like he never wanted to leave.
The tour right now had settled some where in New Jersey. So Vinnie decided it would be best to check out some of the nice parks he visited as a child with his parents. Plus he was tired of being stuck up on the bus with the other guys of the band with the temptation of getting wasted hung in the air just as much like the stench of their clothes. Though Vinnie never really cared about how bad the bus smelled he had gotten use to that a long time ago. Now it was only as if the soft winds where singing a song just for him. Since only a few people roamed the sidewalk as him, most weir off with their family's far away in the fields from where he walked.
He took a seat on a white park bench off to the right side of the park facing towards the small lake and other small pond creatures that roamed the banks. Even over the winds as they started to pick up speed and made a soft buzzing sound in his ears he could hear a couple playing with their two dogs far off into the distance of the park. Taking in the silence. For ten minutes he peered off into the distance the sun setting just a little enough where the rays of light blocked Vinnie's vision to see. At the same time the left side of the bench bent under pressure from someone sitting on it. From the other end. Vinnie didn't look to see who the other person might be, but gave a soft smile hoping who ever it was would see he had no problem with them sitting there with him. As he covered his eye's with his hand to block out the ray's of sun and to get a better view of the other guy sitting next to him. Fairly recognizing him as a male.
" Well hello stranger" He gave a soft chuckle and smile.
"this is you speaking"
this is you thinking
"this is someone else speaking"
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•WORDS• ###-ish
•TAGS • BLY!!
•OUTFIT• CLICK
•NOTES• That sun is freakin bright!! lol
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Post by BLY BASTIAN HOLLIS on May 5, 2010 16:59:27 GMT -5
It'd been the perfect day for a walk; his mother had even called because she'd been watching the forecast. She'd told him the best type of bud to take on his walk, since the box he had under his mattress had been provided by her, and what sort of places were the most peaceful for such an excursion. After giving her son her blessing and promising to send him pictures of their walk as soon as possible they'd hung up. Without a second thought Bly had reached into his box for the labeled bit that she'd left in there for sunny days, snagged his little bullet, and headed out for the day. Everyone else still passed out hardcore in bed from the night before. It amazed Bly sometimes, how easily he was able to move on from a hangover or sleeping in; either because he enjoyed being out and about too much or marijuana was truly the greatest cure for anything and everything.
Loading some of the bud into his bullet as he walked Bly glanced around his surroundings, humming a tune as he walked. He always heard odd bits of songs on the radio and they stuck in his head for days until he'd completely morphed them into something else; a completely different and unique song that he would then show the band. After sticking his stash back in his pocket Bly ripped out his lighter and began hitting his bullet as he walked; basking in the sunshine and thanking everything around him that his mom did the things she did all the time. He'd gotten blessed when it came to his family, that was for damn sure. Though he knew his mother wished for a girl, a daughter or grand daughter. Eventually Ma, eventually. He muttered to himself before releasing the first hit in a bellow of delicious smoke.
Entering the park Bly saw several figures, a family down at the edge of the park under a tree. A couple walking about, and then a lone park bench near a more secluded bit of the park. Sensing that it was smartest to head in that direction Bly placed himself on the bench and continued on with smoking his bud, enjoying the sunshine, and taking pictures here n' there to send his parents later on. Including of the half burned bowl because sometimes their parents truly thought their son was going to go off and do drugs that were man-made. Bly didn't believe in those, never had and never would; his parents had done an excellent job raising him. Never too harsh and never too light.
A few moments later Bly heard a voice, at first his instinct said to hide his smoke as some people were instant cop-callers. But the voice sounded too familiar, lulling him into not doing so. Looking up he caught sight of a shadow moving closer and closer until ... VINNIE! What's up my man? How're you this gorgeous day? Bly asked happily, a smile on his face as his high began to kick in. Care to join my tokin'? He asked kindly, showing him the small pipe and bowl inside. There's plenty more and it's a great day for it. Though Bly was sure this guy already knew that, after all -- Vinnie was one of the few that truly understood why Bly was the way he was, his fellow hippie! The guy was great and Bly couldn't think of anyone better to share a sunny day with.
WORD COUNT; six hundred and eighteen
TAG; Vinnie
MUSIC; Bad Habits - Kottonmouth Kings
OUTFIT; CLICK
NOTES; I wish it was that way here! I'm jealous of these guys! |
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Post by vinniegorge2 on May 5, 2010 20:50:48 GMT -5
I DIDN'T LIKE THE BUSINESS BUT THAT WAS AT FIRST GLANCE
•THE KIDS DON'T STAND A CHANCE•
YOUR PILLOW FEELS SO SOFT NOW BUT STILL YOU MUST ADVANCE
Vinnie knew that smell anywhere, he had been around it for the past six or five years of his life and it was no lie that his whole band was a victim of the sweet drug that brought a smile for no apparent reason to their lips. He knew of the kind of smell even before the dude had lit the bud and even way before he recognized Bly's voice. It didn't matter both factors had raised his smile into an all out grin. As he heard his name come from Bly one of his fellow buddies and hippie partner in crime.
Vinnie fully turned to Bly his long side bangs covering his eye's from the sun as he gave him his famous and most common little kids grin as if he had just gotten away with a really good prank. Quickly positioning his legs to sit indian style on the bench cracking his knees, sitting in a more comfortable sitting position. "Well if it isn't my old pal Bly" He chuckled as he slowly to the pipe that Bly was offering." So What have you been up to?" He asked has he pulled out his lighter and took a hit. Sucking the sweet air into his lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it threw his nostrils as he waited for Bly's response as he passed it back to him. The first hit creating an even bigger smile that was plastered on his face.
Vinnie focused on Bly has he took another hit before staring of into the distance where the sun was slowly starting to set casting a multiple of different colors upon the two. Probably casting two long shadows which would melt into each other at the end." Man the last time people smoked weed freely and in public was in 1968" He chuckled slightly at the thought of the memoir he had ever since his freshman year in high school. That was the first time he ever heard or learned about weed was in history class. Though he said it more to himself than really to anybody else just going over the almost forgotten memoir. Only turning his attention back to Bly as he tapped him on the shoulder silently asking if he wanted another hit as Bly held the air in his lungs just like Vinnie did before. He took it in his hands before asking" So Bly man.. hows the band coming along?" Vinnie turned and put the pipe to his lips listening intensively for Bly's response.
"this is you speaking"
this is you thinking
"this is someone else speaking"
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•WORDS• 439-ish
•TAGS • BLY!!
•OUTFIT• CLICK
•NOTES• I know right!!
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Post by BLY BASTIAN HOLLIS on May 5, 2010 23:11:48 GMT -5
As a kid, Bly remembered his parents keeping their marijuana smoking habits strictly around their bungalow that slowly grew into a dream home hidden up in the woods of Astoria, Oregon. He could recall his parents talking about police and illegal substances and the like. None of it made much sense, after all his parents didn't introduce him to the stuff until he was fifteen or sixteen. Sure, it was offered by his peers. But the guy was one of those kids who listened to his parents, he knew if his parents thought he should experience something then they'd most definitely show him without hesitation. Alcohol ... well that kind of came with tour life. And though his parents disagreed they didn't frown upon their son for that one choice. They knew their boy and knew that he was far more grounded and well rounded than anyone would think the tattooed lead singer would be.
Passing the pipe between himself and Vinnie he felt a nice calm fall over them, the sun setting and the other people of the park milling about; far enough from them that they didn't have to worry. Maybe they were just that .. inconspicuous or in an awesome location where no one cared at all. Smiling and laughing a little at the thought Bly pulled his stash out and loaded a bit more when their first bowl had depleted considerably. Not up to much, ol' buddy, ol' pal. Bly said, referring to his favorite Tigger quote. Oh yes, these two had been high together many a time and one of those times had resulted in fits of laughter over the cartoon winnie the pooh and cookie dough ice cream. Go figure, even boys could act like children. What about you? Anything fascinating happen in your world as of late? Bly asked, hitting the fresh green bowl and passing it while he held it in. Nearly coughing it out and instead doing a lovely french inhale before releasing the smoke completely into the air.
Giving off a several beat laugh Bly took the pipe that was passed him, hit it, and passed it; as was customary. Stoners were just that capable of doing this; conversation and keeping up a simple, very simple, rotation. I do this more often than anyone needs to know. If they did, they'd all be constantly freaking that I'd be going to jail. I say ... if we're calm and collected then we can smoke freely all we want. Bly managed to say before being forced to release his hit for some sweet air. and if that doesn't work, wanna build a time machine to 1968? He asked, a wide grin on his face as his body began to float slightly and his mind swam with creativity and freedom. God, he loved this shit.
The band is good, lookin' for a member or two here n' there. But we're all so picky that we've kind of given up. When we meet the right guy, we'll just know. Ya know? Bly said, giggling despite himself. Smoking around Vinnie was the chillest experience, because they both just completely gave themselves up to the plant they loved rather than fought it or suppressed half the feelings. They allowed themselves to be overwhelmed with the feeling. What about you? Anything exciting going on with you and yours? He asked, hitting the pipe, sucking in a large lung full and allowing it to just slowly emanate from his lips.
WORD COUNT; six hundred and twelve
TAG; Vinnie
MUSIC; Sugar Sugar - Baby Bash
NOTES; Damn. I need to go find me some green. |
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Post by vinniegorge2 on May 7, 2010 14:23:12 GMT -5
I DIDN'T LIKE THE BUSINESS BUT THAT WAS AT FIRST GLANCE
•THE KIDS DON'T STAND A CHANCE•
YOUR PILLOW FEELS SO SOFT NOW BUT STILL YOU MUST ADVANCE
Everything was so natural so of course it was only natural to smile right, it didn't matter to Vinnie this was nothing new like he knew he from the day he was born or maybe that was just the plant talking whatever it was Vinnie didn't complain, but just relaxed and gave in to his desires rather than rejected them like someone trying to ignore a bad nightmare. It was just cool he had someone out side of his band he could do this with." It's just why does all the good stuff have to be illegal or kill you" Thought Vinnie as they passed the pipe in a regular rotation, the two out bursting in laughs at the smallest thing even if there was silence between them. Though somehow he could fell himself drift off between the conversation and his own little world. Trying his best to listen to Bly's responses on how life was going with his head tilted to the side. His neck rest against the back of the bench.
What brought Vinnie on a rampage of laughs along with Bly was Bly's own theory on building a time machine back to the sixties." Yo... as awesome as that sounds I don't think we have the time, brainpower, or money for that mater to build a time machine, but positive thinking" He chuckled has his continuos laughs had died down and he had regained control over his own laughter. While Bly reloaded the pipe with fresh green with all the smiled packed into one hit as Vinnie thought about how his life was going when Bly popped the question. Hoping he could remember some of it thought Vinnie." You know the same old same old hanging out, getting high, wasted, and.. well thats pretty much it or pretty much all I can remember" Smiled Vinnie as he counted hem all on his long bony fingers before stuffing them back into his pockets and leaning farther back onto the bench.
He listened to Bly rant on, the smile never fading from both of their lips as if they where tattooed onto their faces. Having a calm, but somehow exciting conversation even if the words weren't the slightest bit interesting. Then once Bly was finished talking, Vinnie's mind was already pondering his question." What had his band been up two?" Thought Vinnie. Though not thinking about it long as always, he came out with an quick answer.
" I think were doing pretty good, I guess we have all our own problems, but were hanging in there." He took a deep breath before going on "Practicing.. stuff like that. Were all just a big dysfunctional family but their my dysfunctional family. " He laughed only slightly as he gazed up at the many different colors of shades almost painted on the leaves of the tree above them covering them in shade.
The next question Vinnie asked he didn't really think about before popping out the question thought it was in his brain once he started to think about his own band and before he knew it the words had already left his lips." So have your heard from Harper? What's she been up to lately?"
"this is you speaking"
this is you thinking
"this is someone else speaking"
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•WORDS• 543-ish
•TAGS • BLY!!
•OUTFIT• CLICK
•NOTES• Sorry for repling late i was over at a friends house.
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