holy shit are you OK? What happened?
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I was in a Jack in the Box restroom, and I heard a couple guys really really want to be let in the door (they had to be buzzed in), and I could hear them enter the restroom. I thought I was in trouble for sneaking into the restroom after someone without being buzzed in.
But then I heard a man say, "Put your hands up and step away from the fucking blowdryer." I didn't hear any cocking gun or anything, and I couldn't really make out the sounds of what happened next, but at that point I was scared out of my goddamn mind. I stayed in my stall, my legs shaking. I took out my wallet and stuffed all the twenties and my credit card into my pocket, just in case. Then I put one twenty back in so it didn't look too suspicious. I kept waiting for someone to knock on the stall door or kick it down or something. I could see some guys outside. I waited for them to leave. I waited and waited and waited until it sounded like people were both leaving and entering without incident, and then I opened the stall door and hoped for the best. There was a guy there, but he did nothing, and I washed my hands and ran the fuck out without drying them.
I want to cry.
Jesus Christ! Are you with anyone?
I'm in my friend's apartment with her roommates. She was at a concert. I'm about to go meet her at Cafe 101 for hugs (she doesn't know yet) even though I really don't want to go out right now.
(if you want my advice) you've been through a traumatic experience and if you don't want to go out right now you shouldn't. On the other hand- you know yourself and if being out and about will help you feel better then do that.
To top it off, when I got back to my friend's apartment, neither of her roommates were home, so I couldn't get in. I had to wait outside the door for forty-five minutes until one of them returned. It hasn't been the greatest night.
At least I scored some good CDs at Amoeba.
Fuck, P-C. Fucking fuck. I'm very sorry.
{{{P-C}}}
FWIW, I agree with Laga.
Okay, I'm staying. I'm crying. I can't leave. I don't want to leave. Not tonight. I need to feel safe.
Wait, you're in LA? Do you want me to come get you?
eh, if you need to feel safe you probably don't want to be in my car on the freeway