Once upon a time there was a girl named Glina and she was in college. Instead of doing her homework she would draw parodies of “Everyone Loves Raymond.” It was called “Everyone Hates Tom.” She would draw pictures of Tom getting humiliated and, often stabbed, in different situations. She put the drawings on the wall of her bedroom.

Glina’s roommate, Paula was having a few friends come into town. They were planning on staying in their dorm room. One of the friend’s names was Tom. Pauly did not paint Tom in a very good light. Paula made Tom sound  like a womanizer. Glina was therefore not looking forward to their stay. Paula informed Tom of Glina’s dread. Paula painted Glina like a bitch. Glina did not think to take the pictures off her wall before his visit. She did not make the name-correlation.

Tom came to visit and thought that the pictures on the wall were intended to make him feel uncomfortable, and possibly threatened. But, that didn’t stop him from trying to have sex with Glina. Tom and Glina dated for 5 months. A few years later Tom had sex with Glina’s old roommate.

darkness. end of romantic fairy tale.

Once upon a time there was a guy and a girl who were kind of dating but not really. Mostly they just had sex and fought about the other people they were having sex with.

One fine evening they decided to take acid and go to the Guggenheim museum. Their drug dealer told them it was pretty strong and that 2 hits each would be more than enough. They took the acid and went to the museum, and it was okay. But not okay enough.

Both their phones were dead and they wanted more acid. They could have gone home to charge one of the phones, but that would have wasted precious time. Instead they went to Best Buy on The Upper East side to spend 30 dollars on a phone charger. Then they waited impatiently for the phone to turn on again. Once it did they called their friend who sold acid.

“We want to buy more.”

“What the hell is wrong with you guys? You should be tripping balls right now.”

He was out at a party. He wasn’t home, where the acid was. Though, he reluctantly agreed to meet the two back at his house. The two went back to Brooklyn and sat in a small Dominican dive bar with strobe lights for an hour. Techno music was playing while a few middleage patrons drank quietly in the corner.

When their friend arrived, he looked tired and annoyed. He was carrying his bicycle. The two followed him upstairs to his apartment. On the way up the stairs, their friend almost dropped his bicycle down the stairs and the two couldn’t stop laughing.

darkness. end of magical fairy tale