On October 24th, I went to see Insane Clown Posse for the fifth time. This time I went with my roommate, Dudney. His little brother, Doug, and nephew, Robert, security at Cain’s, so we were supposed to get in free. However, since it was an ICP show and Juggalos and Juggalettes get rowdy Cain’s beefed up security, which is why and Robert didn’t get to hook us up with free entry.

I have made a ninja out of my roomie so he wanted to go as bad as I did. I sure as hell couldn’t afford a ticket because my financial situation is still dire due to being out on leave for almost five months, so bought my ticket. He said he owed me for being his wingman with T.J. rocks. :) :D

I had three Jager bombs before we even left the house. I didn’t want to be completely sober at the show. I also took my infamous coke bottle full of Jager with me. I didn’t want to take it into Cain’s with me, but I wanted a couple more shots before we went in.
We got there after the doors opened. We ran into Dustin, another one of Dudney’s nephews (one that I haven’t had with, LOL). He sneaked in behind us because they had moved Robert to the door. Dudney headed straight for the bar and his friend was working. She hooked us up on the drinks. He paid half the usual price for the three times the . It was sweet.

Dustin met up with his other girlfriend, Joanne or Joanna, I’m not sure. I met his main girlfriend, Mandy, last weekend. I really liked her. She’s cool. I’m not sure about that Joanne chick though. I wish he wasn’t cheating on Mandy. She doesn’t deserve that, but it’s none of my business. I’m not trying to get caught up in that drama, I get into enough of that on my own.

Dudney and I didn’t care to see the opening acts; I don’t even remember who they were actually. So we walked around checking out the juggalos and sipping on our drinks. I am bisexual so I was checking out the juggalettes as well. There were some sexy people there, especially the ones with painted faces and no shirts. There’s one dude I started talking to. He was 6’8, had on his wicked clown makeup and a wife-beater. He looked good. I had a good time chatting him up. Most juggalos like big girls. :) I don’t really remember what we talked about, I was pretty tipsy by then.

The second Jager bomb that the bartender hooked me up with was the final straw. I was officially fucked up. I was and having an awesome time. I was being super friendly. If I saw someone with cute makeup, boots, skirts, shirts, or hair I said so. I made a lot of buddies. There was this one juggalo that had super pointy hair. I couldn’t resist touching it. He just laughed when I told him I couldn’t help myself.
Dudney and I made our way back to the bar and got more drinks. I was truly gone. I couldn’t even taste the triple shot of Jager. Dudney was drunk too.

We went back to mingling. We ended up stage left, right by Doug’s post. He kept looking at my chi-chis, trying not to be completely obvious about it, but when a 6’4ish guy is staring at a 5’3ish girl’s breasts there isn’t really a way to hide it. I was flattered. It’s irritating when someone you’re uninterested in is scoping out your assets, but when someone you’re attracted to is doing it, it’s a good thing; at least from my point of view.

There was this couple next to me, Darrel and Kerri. I thought they were cute and apparently they thought I was cute as well, by the time ICP hit the stage all three of us were feeling each other up. She had some tig ol’ bitties – I those. Dudney was jerking off some dude behind me and the dude kept goosing me and trying to stick his hand down my pants. Thanks to all the alcohol and the clown that was in the air I didn’t mind. I enjoyed it.

ICP doused us with faygo; everyone within 15 feet of the stage was soaked. For those who don’t know, faygo is a cheap pop. Insane Clown Posse loves it and they spray it all over their fans at their . Then they start shooting confetti out of some kind of guns. Dancing in the faygo rain is one of the best parts of their shows. Sometimes, they throw unopened bottles of it out into the crowd. I caught one.

After the show, Dudney and I went out to my explorer. I was drunk and I’m not one to drink and drive. I have driven drunk once in my life and it was so late at night that no one was one the roads and I didn’t have to drive far. I called my mom and told her I may need her to come pick us up because I was drunk and since killed someone while driving drunk I didn’t want to risk it. I told her I was going to try to sober up, but if it was taking too long I would call her back to come get us. She was fine with it.

Dudney and I sat in my car for a long time. I’m not really sure how long. Cops kept driving by and I didn’t want them stop and fuck with us, so we laid our seats back and laid there talking about the show. The windows were fogged up and I’m surprised the cops didn’t stop because they thought someone was having sex in the back of the car. I sobered up some and felt like I could drive safely.

I live less than five miles from Cain’s, so I drove home. Once we got home we started drinking again, we wanted to get our buzz back. I got on yahoo to see if had left me an offline message. This dude I’ve been chatting with for a couple years was online and he messaged me. He asked if I had been looking for a new job because he saw my name on an interview sheet somewhere. I told him I had because I hate my job.
We started talking about the show and how drunk I was and things like that. I was cold, wet, and sticky because the faygo. I told him that and he said he’d come and warm me up. My drunk ass thought he meant by cuddling. I told him my address (he lives in Tulsa as well) and he said he’d be at my house in fifteen minutes.

He was on time, but by the time he arrived I was getting sleepy. We went to my bedroom and started talking. Before I had a chance to say no (or sober up) Scott began kissing me. He took off my wet shirt and began licking me. He said he was going to lick all the faygo off my body. I had started my period when Dudney and I got home from the concert. I told him that and he said he wasn’t afraid of a little blood.

I was reluctant, but he used his tongue and mouth so skillfully that my protests quickly turned to yearnings. He’s older than me, I’m not sure by how much, but I would guess about ten to fifteen years.

WARNING: It gets a bit graphic from here.

He removed my bra and pants. He began kissing my stomach and breasts. Once he discovered my nipple piercings he couldn’t resist taking each one into his mouth and sucking on it. It sent ripples of pleasure down my spine and made me ache inside for him. My body wanted to be filled.

I undressed him; he lay on top of me and started kissing me again. I pulled back and told him that there were condoms on the nightstand. He said he brought his own. I was surprised. I’m used to guys trying to get by without wearing one. He put the condom and then penetrated me. It felt good. He filled me completely.

I won’t get more graphic than that right now. We pleasured each other for over three hours. I thought men his age had sexual difficulties, but I was wrong. He fucked me sober. Afterwards, I began chastising myself. I had been trying to behave myself… that didn’t really work. Is enjoying sex such a bad thing?

I listened to Insane Clown Posse – Jacob’s Word and Insane Clown Posse – Chicken Huntin’ while writing this post