Rizzo

-(The orgasmic cries of Karen O are swimming in my ears and in my room as I stare blankly at the piece of paper. "What should I say?" I think to myself as I take another shot of vodka. The room grow hot and I get up to turn on my old, holy shit I cant believe this thing hasn’t killed anyone yet, oscillating fan and sit back down in the chair. I stare blankly at the paper again, I shift in my chair, pick up the pen, and my thoughts leak onto the paper.)-How in the hell am I going to do this? There's so much to say, but then again there's not much to say. I don't really fit into any particular mold. If you were to ask my best friend, "If you were to describe Contrease in one word, what word would that be?" She would probably start giggling and say, "She's crazy!" When she should really be saying something along the lines of silly, or sweet, or obnoxious, or loveable. No...maybe one of these might help. Let's see...um...how about, paranoid, negative, melancholy, delusional, or maybe insane? Nah. to dark. Hmmm...maybe you guys should ask for two words. Yah, two words, then that would help sum me up a little bit better. Now, let me think for just a second.-(I take a pause and look around the room. My eyes feel a little heavy so I lay my head down. The swirling thoughts of last nights behavior come back to me. I smile, sit up , pick up the pen, and continue.)-How about sweet heart, or potty mouth, or crazy beautiful, or loud mouth, kinda weird?-(I pause again after a couple of words and take shots three and four. My face congeals together for no more than ten seconds and I rush to pick up the orange juice. One quick swig and its back to work)-WAIT! I'm sorry guys. This really isn't going to work. What the hell am I saying anyway? How am I suppose to describe myself in one or two words, ask someone? That's a good idea, but to get a true sense of who I am, you would have to ask everyone I've ever known or come across in my whole entire life. You would have to ask all these people because you can't rely on jut one person, or two, or three. You need EVERYONE!-(I set down the pen, close my eyes and slunk into my chair. My sight is swaying a little. I look around the room for a closing. I cant get it from my mind, but I have to. I can feel the drink start to take hold. "Just a couple more lines." I whisper to my self, "Just a couple more." I quickly take shots five and six. A quick swig of O.J. and I hurry back to work.)-You can't rely on just one person. That's crazy. To many words. To many emotions. To many obscenities. To many everything. So let me just tell you what I just originally wanted to say.-(I can't really think any more at this point. I have to hurry.)-In order to get a sense of ME, you just have to get to know me. Then you can see how I love, hate, and live. Then and only then, you can get a sense of WHO I AM for yourself.-(I give myself a silly grin and throw the pen on the desk. I take shot number seven and almost puke. One quick swig of juice and I feel better. I hobble about to get things cleaned up and stumble to bed. "Damn,” I thought to myself, "I forgot to turn off the light." "CLICK," says the light switch. "SHIT!" In the dark I hit my hand on something as I stumble to bed. I fall. My head swims as I try to get comfortable. I adjust the fan to my liking. I pass out.)-