12.09.04 - 10:28 am

never have i experience such blatant fuckheadedness. not even at all the parties ive ever been at. never at any of the bars. never at concerts. never at any alcoholic induced function have individuals been reprehensible as ben and justin.
it started with the garbage can. i should have seen it coming.
at first it was ok, ben was slowly peeling away his sobriety and becoming the humorous maniac that got him his DUI. the same creature that pooped on the sidewalk and then picked up his feces to use as a weapon. but then it was throwing the garbage can out into the middle of the street and leaving it there. it was pushing over the already trashy recliner chair over into the lawn.
then it was justin, being loud and complaining about not getting his point with the "fucking crazy bitches". then he danced around and punched yet another hole in the wall.
ben proceeded to take entire cases of alcohol, bottles and cans inside, and toss them around the house like they were pillows.
russell, in his usual "if im not involved its not my problem" way, left. leaving me and ashley and her friends to keep these two under control.
then it was the seasoning i had to take from ben, because he was going to sprinkle the house in it like confetti.
i couldnt reach him in time to stop him with the vinegar.
before i knew it, he was pouring the remaining half a cup of smelly sticky fluid all over the kitchen. and then football spiked the glass bottle against the floor when it wouldnt break against the wall. the bottle broke into shrapnel and sprayed the family room and its inhabitants with invisible pieces of pain. larger chunks were easy to see and remove, but the millions of pepper sized particles imbedded in the carpet. these will be discovered with time and surprise agony.
of course then, both just ran out the door giggling. leaving ashley and her friends completely stunned at the festival they had just witnessed.
what the fuck.
completely embarrassed and irritated to the point of clenched teeth, ashley, mike and myself picked up glass on our hands and knees. carefully combing the carpet for sparkling fragments.
before i went to bed, i made sure the front door was locked. i wasnt about to let those two back into the house after their parade. unfortunately, an hour after i fell asleep, i awoke to find ben in my room. and then justin. and then ben again. and then justin again asking for cody. and then justin again.
who the fuck opened the door for them.
if any of them had opened my door again, i was going to throw them outside and make sure the door remained locked. as it is, im expecting to yell at both of them for being complete fucking assholes.
and watching as justin doesnt do a goddamn thing to remedy any of his destruction or behavior.