Presidents and Assholes Pt.1

The Cure was on the stereo and the afternoon was slipping into a colorful evening and the sliding-glass door was open for air in the smoky, noisy room. We were sitting around waiting on the other members/slackers/friends to get their asses over here so we could start playing, sheeesh!
Sloucho sat in the corner waiting on a victim. Sloucho was a very large recliner chair that Jason, B's brother, had picked up off the side of the road one day knowing that our three beat selves needed more things to sit upon. Sloucho wasn't so bad stylewise, however he had a nasty, gimpy lean to one side. And with that lean came his name, Sloucho. But his true claim to fame was his ability to lull even the most hardy partygoer into complete, knocked-out sleep. You see, a victim would arrive and it would either be someone ignorant of Sloucho's powers or it would be some drunk showoff saying how Sloucho wouldn't get him! and sure enough--matter of fact, without fail--Sloucho would soon lull them into a deep slumber. Therefore, when the party was in the beginning hour every butt avoided Sloucho out of respect of his powers, and plus we needed every person there for Presidents and Assholes.
B sat on the couch and I was over in the bottle-lined kitchen with Denard. I think Cree was checking on something or else he was on his way home from welding all day, but whatever...we were sitting around on some summer evening waiting on Matt, Vanderhorst, and Amiz to get over there.
The room was large and well positioned to receive the sky throughout all of phases of the sun or moon, with the added beauty of the large swimming pool, directly below our apartment, casting shimmering, ever-changing reflections along the walls and ceiling of our living space. We could all soak in the view through the wall that was the sliding-glass doors; we sat on the opposite end of the room around the oval table and slapped the cards down many days and many nights, and breathed freedom.
Matt, Vanderhorst, and Amiz--the completetion of our circle--arrived in grand form: two t-shirt dudes with red eyes and a 6er pack half empty, and a beautiful, sexy mass of curves named Amiz with a smile as wide as the sunset. I grabbed the worn deck of cards and started shuffling.
Part 1.