1. El Muerto Vivo

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I don't really remember much except the hot chick at the bar with the large tits. She kept messing up my drink orders, I wanted my martinis dirty like my women. I don't know if she did it on purpose or what, but man them breast in that low cut shirt made up for it. Oh yeah, I think she had nice eyes too. Anyways, my night consisted of the normal get out of class, scrounge up whatever money I had lying around, this time is was some money my mother sent for laundry, and spend it on booze. Me and the gang or should I say "the gang and I", ya know being an English Major and all, decided to hit up Frankie's. The only reason we ain't throw the party at the Frat House was because we were on our final strike with the dean. We got caught with a few underage girls drinking, go figure, right? I told that idiot Freddie to check IDs. But one pretty girl gives him a fake number and she's in. Moron.

So here I am throwing down shots for a couple hours bullshitting about which teachers I would bang.

"Yeah, man, that chick Mrs. Laguerre, you know, the foreign aid counselor. Hot. That accent drives me insane, bro. Love a woman with an accent."

I take a swig of my beer and Marco continues with how he'd smash the librarian on her desk. Mind you, she's like sixty. When people get drunk they say some really honest and weird s**t, I tell ya.

"So, you wouldn't Danny? You telling me not even once, even with a six pack?"

I don't if it was the liquor but I gave it an honest thought.

"Hell no! Maybe a twelve pack and a dry spell."

Everyone laughed. They thought I was hilarious. I love the sound of laughter, it made me forget how s****y my life was. I take a look around at my friends and stare into their jaundice colored eyes, and I see the same thing I am now coming to terms with. How life is one big endless f*****g routine. The only difference is, I know it. These sad f***s won't figure it out until their forty-five, have two kids with ADD driving them insane and their trophy wives breasts start sagging. By then they'll have contemplated suicide enough times to get on Prozac and watch their dick shrink into deflated balloon. Personally, I don't want to go out that way, f**k no.

"Hey, Dan, aren't you about to graduate? I bet you are excited."

Cindy, Marcos girlfriend. Pretty girl, biology major, green eyes, brunette, beautiful legs, petite frame. She always gave me this school girl vibe, with the little skirts and pig tails. I knew Marco was into that kind of s**t. She was really smart but too bad she had be courted by Marco of all people. She was pretty accepting of him, especially with him having said he'd bang a sixty year old librarian. Don't get me wrong, he is a great guy but he is all looks, a mannequin. Wears the latest trends, flosses regularly, uses hair products, party animal and had a memory I'd kill for. I don't know if was all the weed and drinking but I couldn't remember s**t anymore and I m only twenty four. Marco was in his final year for Sports Medicine. That's how he and Cindy met. I just always felt like Cindy deserved more, ya know?

"Yeah, I m kinda excited but not really. Not ready to go just yet. I mean, it's all I ve been living for the last four years."

I have a secret. I actually planning on quitting. I ve already packed my bags, just haven't made the call to my parents yet. I don't know if I want to tell them or just lie about the whole thing. Pops would be disappointed, having a Sergeant for a father, he believed a man saw through things do to the end. Especially since I was going on his money. My mother was a stay a home mom, she just had my little brother Dexter a year ago. She'd be devastated too but she'd hear me out. My Dad would probably disown me. Gotta love family.

"Yeah, Marco, said the same exact thing. I just think he doesn't want to leave me though, it being my third year and all."

Cindy gently punched Marco in the arm. He smirked and then gave her a kiss.

Watching them kiss made me jealous. I don't if it is because I secretly have a crush on Cindy or because I was just horny. I ll go with the latter, but first I needed to piss. This is where things got really weird. I turned around and started making my way to the bathroom and it was like, BAM, it hit me. My vision started to blurr in and out as moved through the crowd. I heard a few people say hi but I paid no real mind, my blather felt like it gonna explode. Finally I made it to the door and gave it a push, I didn't even check if it was the males bathroom. That's when the first weird thing happened, some random guy was standing one corner near the second stall. He just stood their, smiling like a lunatic. He wore a fancy suite with a bow tie, his hair evenly parted, his eyes were an intense blue. It didn't strike me as weird at that moment, I kinda just muttered,

"What the f**k.."

and wandered into the stall. I made sure to lock it, last thing I needed was some b*****d trying to mug my while I took a piss. I unleashed the dragon and let it rip. Man, did it feel good. I swear the record for most piss stored up in one human, I swear the toilet almost overflowed. Anyways, I cleaned myself up and got my junk in order and made my way out. The dude in the suit vanished. I went to wash my hands cause I didn't if I pissed on them or not. I stared at myself in mirror, my eyes were sunken in, my skin looked puffy, and my shirt exhibited the coffee stains of yesterday morning. I looked like s**t. That's when I noticed some writing on the between both mirrors, it read:

" El Muerto Vivo "