See....i know you all think that i am totally crazy. But you are wrong. Man, are you wrong. You can listen to all the different versions of this story but none are true. Except mine. Mine is the real story. See, i was there. Right there when it happened. Sitting on a hard wooden bench as the whole event unfolded..........The music was loud, just enough to drown out all other noises in the club. Dim colored lights lit up the stage as the third band of the night took their places. It was the third band......there were three people in it....and it was 3:33 in the morning. Creepy, huh? Thats what i thought too. But i didnt let my fear show. I sat contently with my 27th cigarette of the evening hanging out of my right hand. Smoke filled the room as the first chords were strummed by the band.....Third to None.....creepy.....everything continued normally.....people came in and people left. Some danced, and some stood silent. Suddenly everything froze. Literally. Every person in the room stood as still as a statue. Even the smoke froze in place in the air. But i could still move. I sat is disbelief. My cigarette fell to the floor as i let out a terrifying scream. You ask why i was screaming....because no one could hear me. Well, dont ask questions like that. So anyways......after letting out my scream i jumped from my bench and ran over to the closest person to me. It was a really hot punk guy with spiked blond hair. He was frozen in the middle of his "punk" dance. I sighed. He was beautiful. No, he was AMAZING. His eyes, his hair, his muscles......wow. Then a crazy idea popped into my head. i could do anything i wanted, no one could stop me, no one. So i grabbed his ass.....next thing i knew he was turning around yelling "get the fuck off my ass". "I;m sooo sorry" i replied, and took my seat again on the wooden bench. Everyone had returned to their normal activities. Damn it. why the hell did i grab his ass? of all the things i could have done....i grabbed his ass. what a dope. i pulled out my 28th cigarette and lit it. Everything froze again. What the fuck is going on? I threw down my cigarette and walked over to the hot punk boy. I looked him in the eyes. Wow were they pretty. big and brown. I couldn't decide what to do to him this time. Rip off his pants? His shirt? No. no, no, no, no, no. i had to get these thoughts out of my head. So i turned to walk back to the bench. i froze in place.....my mouth dropped. There he was, standing next to the stupid wooden bench smoking a joint. i couldnt breath. i scared the shit out of me. He calmly drew in a huge breath of smoke...held it for 10 seconds...then blew it out gracefully. He smiled an adorable smile and placed the joint on the bench. He then walked over to me....looking into my eyes. He grabbed me into his strong, tan arms and gently kissed me. My knees ecame weak and i couldnt stand. He was so GENTLE!......."ok honey, would you please get to the end of this tale because we dont have all night and im honestly getting sick of hearing this crap." the cop sitting across from me yelled right in the middle of my story. "im almost done!" i replied. Okay, so, as we were passionatly kissing, the joint he left on the wooden bench caught on fire....and that's how the whole club burnt down." i was done telling my story. The cops took one look at me and grabbed my arm, leading me into a nearby cop car. "You're going on a little trip." they said. So thats how i ended up here.....in this stupid "special" hospital. They didnt believe me. My story was true. I swear......it was true...all of it!!!! Wait!!! Stop!!! I dont want another shot!!! NO!!! NOT THE PADDED ROOM!!!! NO!!!!!!