Parties Over

I've decided to pick up the narrative of my life again. I was climbing last week, and half way up I froze, it has never happened before, but I froze. It was like all the weight of my little world crashed down on me. I realize now that I've been ruminating on the past and not dealing with it. I think it would be best to get a few things off my chest, even if it is anonymous.

There is a line of a song that I like that goes "We'll never miss a party, cause we keep them going constantly." For a time that was very true for me and my friends. There was always a party Friday or Saturday at someones house, or we would go to a club, or a rave or a warehouse party. It was the party circuit.

But one night it all changed. Nina was hosting a party at her place. I was asked to DJ and everything was going well. We were all having fun. But then a couple of guys crashed. Now if it were up to me I would have asked them to leave right away, but it wasn't up to me. So they stuck around, and started to make trouble. They were hitting on all the girls there, making everyone uncomfortable. Even Heather, who could always more than take care of herself, started to get nervous. Eventually one of them started to hit on the girlfriend of one of the guys there. That of course started a fight. When they went outside I followed them, and I joined in when they started scrapping. By that time everyone had come outside. It was then that one of the guys pulled a knife. I ended up getting cut. It could have gotten much much worse, but someone had called the cops. I hate to think what would have happened if they had a gun.

I was pretty shaken up about that. It was the first time I began to think of my own mortality, I guess you can say that was the catalyst for the changes I made. One night changed everything, whether for good or ill I still don't know, but that one night, the party ended.