No Game at Bay to Breakers.

I went to Bay to Breakers yesterday. Bay to Breakers, is another one of those San Francisco things wear every either dresses up like a banana or puts stickers on their boobies. It's much like Lovefest, Gay Pride, or any day of the weekend at either Broadway or Castro.

Nathan and I were standing on minutes worth of sleep. That night, I laid down on a hotel cart behind the counter of his work trying desperately to grab some snooze. We were in the car driving up Market Street pulsating our way through cars. As we drove by, my open window was the voice of insidious barking and suggestive rousing. As we passed a bus stop, a girl wearing a blue wig caught one of my suggestive lines and yelled something along the lines of needing a ride.

We pulled over, I went out, I ran up two blocks, pulled her arm, asked her if she needed a ride, and just like that I basically pulled some girl off the street along with her two other friends.

It got complicated when those two friends had history with Nathan, history where Nathan tried desperately to ignore them, as he did make out with one of the girls before. Neddy, the nickname for the blue haired girl, jumped to the front while we were at a stop light, pulling me out of the car, and into the backseat, all so that she could smoke a cigarette.

She argued with Nathan for not giving her a cigarette, she argued with Nathan for being an asshole, she argued with him for being an obnoxious, ignorant, bullshitter, right before she grabbed his face and kissed him. The moment split me in half inside.

"See that boy, don't you be thinking I'm in love with you now," Neddy said. Nathan had a girlfriend. He undeniably stated that since he did had a girlfriend that he would make the effort not to cheat on her.

It seemed like forever to get there. We stopped at Central Park in Haight to take excrete bathroom appropriate liquids. Nathan and I stood in front of Neddy, covering her from the public.

"I'm going to kiss her," I said to Nathan, applying the fact that he has a girlfriend who's in Europe, but has expressed her love for him.
"Go kiss the blonde girl!" he replied. Are you fucking kidding me.

Neddy got up, her brunette unshaven crotch nearly exposed. Not exactly the best place for a kiss close. Not exactly enough time to be complaining. I grabbed her body, lifted up her chin, swiftly got through the process like it was work. I pulled into her face as she laughed, ramming my lips into her teeth. "No you can't kiss me. . ." She called me inconsiderate when I took the passenger seat back.

We started bickering again. Fucking beggars always want to choose. "You're an ass Nathan," Neddy said, "But your cool," she said lightly clasping her hand on my shoulder. I ignored her. Rolled my eyes, and flinched.

We finally stopped on a random street a couple of blocks away from several hordes of colorfully painted people. Neddy got outside of the car, as I attempted to try one more time. I don't want to be needy. I also don't want to see my friend who has pathetic game try to one up me by taking the a free ride I payed for. No, not that feeling again. Not that feeling of being used. No.

I got into the car, and waited for them to leave. They were still wondering if we were coming to the party they were heading to at 10am in the morning. I waited as the blonde tried to persuade Nathan. Antoinette, the girl we called Neddy, stood idly on the street corner. I just wanted this day to end. Antoinette walked over to me and placed her hands on my face through the open car window. Her lips held mine. She smiled before she kissed me again. We drove off to attend the actual event of Bay to Breakers. I could see the smearing of magenta lipstick brushed off my upper lip.

The event itself was okay. I ended up mooning several people, flashing my dick once, and witnessing several women peeing on trees and bushes out in public. A lot of old naked men, no women. Cupped a woman's breast. And seeing a girl I sarged a year ago that didn't lead to anywhere. The event itself was a terrible place to be sarging. You wouldn't want to fall in love there, because the women would view you as the emotionally scattered party douchebag. You wouldn't want to pull a drunk intoxicated girl, because the sex would probably be terrible, and more importantly, regretful. Within a few hours Nathan and I were exhausted and left.



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The next morning, I sat on the stools set around the small kitchen table circle.

"Dude, what the hell were you doing kissing that girl," I said.
"Don't be jealous. . ."
"Yeah, you took something that I wanted."

Quiet.

"You have a girlfriend," I said.
"She kissed me."
"So you didn't kiss her?"
"No. .. "
"So if she commanded you to destroy half of Mexico, and she would destroy the other half, that means you didn't destroy Mexico?"

. . . I got a pity kiss. Me sad.