The Mermon Chronicles

Freddie

I'm not sure what life is yet. I don't know anything really. All I see around me is money, sex, drugs, marriage, death. That's all. But what if a guy likes to change things. I'm not exactly sure what, but everything in my life is stale. Why do I have to follow everyone else? I'm clueless, and I want to discover, but I can't, because of certain "restrictions".

The word "restriction" is disgustingly ugly, and horrifying. Just saying it itself sounds cruel, but when it is actually performed, no one likes restriction.

But restriction is all I have. It's all I have as I sit around at this after party. Restriction to do what I want, to have fun, to think freely, to finally get rid of this boner sticking around in my pants. I see the girls dancing naughtily, which can get me excited, and I love it. I also see my girlfriend, who makes me very happy, but what if... What if there's something else. A whole new way of doing things. A particularly better way of living life, but there's that damn word. Restriction.

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"Come on, get a drink" My love's alcohol-heavy breath lingered around my face, turning me off. She was flat out drunk, and only thinking of herself. She thinks that just because I'm a man with my own life and a good living, I can handle everything. But I know that she had some kind of thought process going before she took those shots, and she decided to ignore me. Ignore my silly feelings, they don't matter anyway, yes, sure, I can handle it. But I need some support, and care from someone. She is clearly incapable of providing that.

"I'm fine dear" I scooted over and gently pushed her away. I love to have a good time, especially with the life that I lead. But I wasn't in the mood after my iconic performance that night, and no one wanted to pay attention to my feelings.

"You suck" She stated bluntly.

"I know" I looked down at my finger nails, aware of all these faults.

"I'll see you later!" She yelled, obnoxiously loud.

I could see so many different familiar faces, celebrities mostly. I just finished my long-time dreaded performance in Los Angeles for the News of the World tour, and I can't take anymore of this partying. It's almost like one night I have so much fun, then the next day I realize it was all bullshit and no one cares about my feelings. People that I don't even know we're there, and when I speak to them they act like I've known them for years. Fake. Friends. That's what everyone is.

I tried scanning the large crowd of people around me, but I made eye contact with too many people, and they got the wrong idea. Looking both ways for my girlfriend, who was no where to be seen, I got up. By lifting my ass off ass off of that couch I made an oath to do something great. Have fun, or find someone genuine, but some has-beens, and desperate celebrities still just barely hanging onto fame where all I could spot.

The bar that held Roger and a unhealthily underweight-seeming brunette was packed, and he was wasted. The girl was smothering him inappropriately, and I've never even seen her before. Some people make mistakes, but I know that Roger will never ever learn, if he doesn't get his act together, he's probably not going to settle with an actual loyal wife until 2010. I'd really prefer going over there and smacking some sense into him, but I'm done giving without receiving anything in return.

I adjusted the strap on my suspender until someone crashed into me, launching me forward. I stumbled quickly, but didn't fall. Many people stared, but it wasn't a real scene. I turned around and saw a huge man with large, dark, and poofy looking hair. He had on a formal black/grey suit, the kind of attire that is much appreciated by me at a party of mine. He turned around, revealing his soft olive skin, and his true identity.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry about that man. What a terrible introduction" he laughed a loud, deep, and noticeably manly laugh, and stuck out his meaty looking hand. "I'm Gene Simmons" Gene Simmons of Kiss, the guy who breathes fire and spits out blood on stage. Let's not forget his epic tongue wagging, which is what he is most known for, of course.

"Wonderful to meet you" I took his hand shake and treasured it. His hand was huge, and it scared me even more.

"You had a great performance by the way, I really love your ability to just let it all out on stage" I eyed his enormous figure, and was surprised by his way of being so out going.

"Oh thank you so much, you're very kind" I smiled at him, trying not to let my teeth peek through my lips.

A blonde woman with obsessive make up and a distinctively thin waist came up behind him with a drink in hand. "Hey babe" she curled around his arm and inappropriately patted his crotch with her open hand.

"This is my girlfriend Amanda" Gene looked down at her with such a mysterious expression, and I just could not tell how he felt about her.

Amanda looked at me and smirked, "What's up man?" I really didn't like the way she was acting, it was quite rude, but I have to give her some slack. It is a party after all, but I'd rather not have this happen.

"Uh, hi" I awkwardly smiled and she laughed at me.

"Come on, let's go somewhere" her hands crept up Gene's chest, and he grabbed her wrists and pulled them down.

"Honey, relax" he looked up at me, "it's great meeting you, you're awesome dude" I admired how respectful he was being, and I waved him off as he walked away with Amanda.