A letter from the Rogue, written by the Rogue. Only posted by The Immortal Goon
I’m going to try to stay out of trouble so my stories may get less interesting. Then again, I’ve been trying to stay out of trouble for the better part of a decade.
I went dancing and met a girl who was admittedly too young for me, but of legal age. Probably. She said she was 21. Her name was Jane, a beautiful Filipina girl who claimed to be a cook.
We danced all night and made out whatever, a time of my life amongst many.
Then we repeated that for three more nights. Every night, in the blurred lights caused by excess, I would see Jane at the club seeing me in the same light. She wanted me to fuck her. Foolishly, in retrospect, I rejected her advances. At the time, when the music was playing, and running into her so often I can only say now that I wanted to get to know her better. I told her that I wanted to take her on a real date. And that isn’t just regret doing the talking; I actually was digging her.
My adventures in the cheap thrill lubricated by drugs had already crested with a different girl the first night I arrived in town.
This first girl I met, Judy whom I already had sex with, was constantly at the same club. She was a shade, a reminder of who I had been when I arrived that haunted me. That sounds very romantic and it’s only kind of true. Really, Judy came over and started hitting me and calling me a liar. It was a tad more aggressive than playful, but at least it did not cause a scene. I pointed out that she was already hanging out with a new guy. I explained that we were party people, that we were here to have a good time. It was a truth that seemed to do the trick and the haunting slowly receded into the crowd.
I went back to dancing with my new interest, Jane. I was having a terrace party the next night. I told her this, and I texted her to come along. When we met up she was with five other girls one of which was a lady boy, two of which were fucking kids compared to me. Against my better judgment I brought them to the party anyway.
Within two minutes I realized the utmost stupidity of the situation and kicked all of them bitches out. This woke Jane’s crazy sister into a frenzy. She began screaming at me aggressively in the street, “if you really love my sister then stay, and if you don’t then go!” She bellowed this, alerting the whole town to watch while Jane, the only person I wanted to see, started weeping in the streets. I apologized and said only that she should have told me that she was bringing friends. It hung in the air, and there was nothing more to do but leave.
I returned downstairs, to the main room and mixed with the other people I was staying with. My friend that works at the place, solemn in face, informed me then that it was not safe to go out any more that night.
Stuck inside, Jane began to call me over thirty times. Between calls, she would be texting me that she was sorry and that she loved me so much. There was all kinds of shit that continued relentlessly.
It was time to leave. Because her sister was nuts. Because a pack of raving girls roaming the street that knew where I lived. Because it was a night I was told was unsafe. Because I’m highly identifiable in this country. Because there were so many witnesses to the whole scene. And because all the girls were so young.
Yes, I thought I should as quickly as possible get the fuck off this tiny island.
I immediately took action and ninja-vanished.
I’m still horribly embarrassed that I paraded this group past other travelers and residents that didn’t know that I somewhere inside of me is a fairly moral person. Like Judy, I’ll be a shade reflection of their own misdeeds. For innumerably people, I’ll always be nothing more than a fucking dirtbag leading this parade of party girls, booze and ice in hand like some sort of fucked up marching band leader.
That’s when I started thinking that I may have an inescapable issue with drinking. Let me be clear though, if a girl is not old enough to get into a bar, the age here being 21, I would never consider doing anything with her.
But then again, that’s why I’m only a fairly moral person.