The Saga Of Sleazy: Part 3 – (by Guest Author @Crazy_Eyes)

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If you want to catch up, here’s Part 1 and Part 2.

So after my runaway friends moved away I finished school and got a job and a woman and we were living together and she got pregnant, so we were going to get married. I had lost touch with that guitar playing kid that was staying in my basement, being busy with life and all. So anyways, one day I come home from work and my fiance and my daughter is gone and so is all of our things, she fucking moved out while I was working and left town. That was fucking crazy man, fucking through me for a loop. Then I find out that she ran off with my little brother. What the fuck. Life sure sucks sometimes, anyways. I got depression going on there for a while, and I was going through the courts trying to get my daughter back and working and really nothing else, just sitting at home feeling sorry for myself.

One day at a gas station filling my tank, there’s that guitar guy that used to live in my basement when he was a runaway. We had always got along great and shit so we get to talking and he says he is having a party at his house tonight and he invites me over. So I figure what the fuck, instead of sitting home alone I decide to go to the party, Wouldn’t you know, his party is like 6 guys and 20 women. I had the time of my life.

Come to find out that he has a party like that damn near every night. So I ended up over there almost every night of the week from then on. I remember he had a girlfriend named Tuesday, and she was hot, but then he broke up with her to go out with this chick named Wednesday. It was that kind of scene. Like falling into a barrel of titties. No matter what you got a nipple in your mouth. Umm, where was I going with this, Oh yeah, so he has these roommates that have a metal band and he is putting together his own band. This was the music shack, a couple of bands living together and a whole bunch of women hanging around. And me. LoL. It was a wild and crazy scene.

That got me out of my depression. Then my ex-fiance comes back to me begging forgiveness and cause of my daughter I take her in. That didn’t last, as you can expect, but life doesn’t come with instructions. So I do my best. But now I have reconnected with my guitar friend and I still go and hang out with him every time he has band practice, it’s the only chance I get to listen to these songs. They gave me a nickname, “Sleazy Snake”, LoL, I don’t know why, but that’s what they called me. Or just “Sleazy” for short. I’ll never forget the one time I brought my girlfriend over there with me, some chick that I knew there calls me “Sleazy” and I could tell by the look in her eye that she was trying to get a rise out of the one I was with. I fell in love with that one. The one who called me “Sleazy”. Only problem was she was dating that guitar player. But he would come over to my house and bring me out to the bars and pick up some chick and bring her back to my apartment to fuck her or whatever, so when he did that I would go to his house and fuck her. What a crazy world, man.

I don’t know why I’m typing all this, maybe to show you that we were pretty damn close friends and I didnt ask him for permission to share these tunes. I figure it’s better to ask forgiveness than ask permission sometimes, and this is one of those times. So here is another song from them, the “Drum Solo Tune”.

 

Editor Note: The Saga continues. Be sure to tune in next week.

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