Number 9 "Take my money" is all I think He looks at the earring "f*g" he mumbles I don't mind, he's fat No one likes him Life's too short I pa** a table of black girls with short hair They look like, men They all look the same I can hear the strobe now It's loud and the music's too bright I look for my friends but I can't remember if I came alone or, not doesn't matter though There's hundreds of people who have waited all their lives No doubt to be my friend *cough cough* And as I near the bar I see two persons Eating each other's faces I bark to the bartender He gives me a placebo I'm so young he tells me to be here I nod and swallow the bland drink Then I stumble several times near a crowd and they think I'm a good dancer I hear a girl tell anther girl that some girl she knows watched a....girl Puke in the toilet I smile in their general direction The good looking one comes over and bites my cheek It hurts and I start to hit her But she's grinning And I can see my blood on her teeth And I pull her to me My place or yours? "The gutter will be fine," she confesses As we walk out She takes another bite from my cheek And I smile at the fat man By the door