Warpath Confessions

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One more...

I was really drunk at a party in my late teens held down the street from my house. A friend of mine thought it would be funny to poke holes in all of my cigarettes, rendering the entire pack impossible to smoke. I was drunk and I'm sure it was hilarious watching me struggle to smoke cigarette after cigarette.

I later found out what happened and decided do have my revenge. I walked home and rifled through my moms beauty products and found some sunless tan cream. I used a dish glove I found in the kitchen to apply the words to his forehead as he lay in a drunken stupor on the couch. "Homo". It was perfect. I reapplied throughout the night and by morning it was a nice deep orangish brown.

Our laughter (I had a few cohorts by this time) woke him and it wasn't long before he figured out what happened. Figuring he knew it was me I prepared for the worst, because he was f'in furious. Especially as he tried in vain to wash it off!

To my amazement he kept asking who did it, so we blamed this college kid we didn't know who was sleeping in the recliner. He walks in the room yelling and soon a fight ensues. My friend easily got the bad end of it and we had to pull the stranger off of him.

To top it all off, after he figured out it was tanning cream he tried to blend it, with some pretty bad results. He wound up going to school (we were seniors) looking like an oompa-loompa who lost a bar fight, and still had the word "homo" in shit brown scrawled across his forehead. This guy was a pretty close friend and I never told him it was me, especially since he got his ass beat over it.