Sitting in a corner, eyes closed, ears open.
You hear the sounds of music, shouting, screaming, and drunk rambling.
You know better, so you stay in your corner. Why did you come to this party?
Soon, someone grabs you by the wrist. It's one of the drunk boys, again.
You pull your wrist away, just to see that he has three friends with him.
You stand, slap him with the nearest hard object or just your hand.
You pick up your things and leave... Are all parties like this?
Drunks trying to get girls in beds, or just stripping in plain sight.
Girls flirting and flashing over and over.
You can't take it anymore. So you leave and vow never to drink again.
A few years later.... You watch the news.
The people who were at that party are now in jail, hospital, parole, or dead from drunk driving, AIDS, and all those other nasty things.
At first you think: Serves them right.
Then you say out loud....
I'm glad I left that party.