Alllrighty then....where we? That`s right, it was 6 `oclock Saturday night *shudder*

I had a girlfriend turn up for the night, Bambi, we`d JOKED previously that she could help with security, yeah right, like WE`D need it.

Pfft. A pile of 15 year old kids running around, having learnt from last nights mistakes, what could possibly go wrong?

There I go again, asking stupid fucking questions.....

My brother (John) turnedd  up with his girlie, he`d been drinking Rum all day and he was being a fuckwit. A complete fuckwit. What made it even better was the fuckwit gave Dan a bottle of rum for his birthday!!!

Yay.

"Oh well" I resigned, "it`s just one night. *sigh*, it`ll be cool."

They`re all good boys. *insert psychotic eye twitch* Good boys. Yep.

The party was pumping outside, everything seemed ok. I started to relax, sitting round the dining table with Ben, Bambi, John and his scatterbrained girlie, everyone had a drink, the conversation was flowing, the younger kids were in the loungeroom playing and dancing. Everyone`s cool.

You know what? Things are running so smoothly I might have a bong.

YOu know what else? I`m the greatEST fucking idiot that ever lived.

*nods* believe it.

So I chilled out, kicked back, happy with the turn out for Dan, it rurned out to be a nice comfortable crowd, I was drinking my coffee and looking out the window, watching the reflections of the music lights dancing in the trees, it was lovely.

The trees stated to get a little brighter in the darkness, the boys must have turned them up or something I thought, the trees started to get alot brighter, I looked a bit harder and started to say "what the fuck.................which gots trodden on half way by John saying "get fuuucked", accompanied by Ben laughing "check this shit out".

We were all looking in the same direction, at the same thing, it was like a scene from a gangsta meets ET movie, there were the shadows of about FIFTY people walking in an ORGANISED group down our driveway, being lit up by the THREE carloads following slowly and ominously behind them, and coming from the opposite direction were my GOOD boys, same formation, same stance, heading to meet them.

I couldn`t do anything but watch, it was fucken crazy. We, the "security", were stunned observers, nobody spoke at all. I didn`t know if they were all friends, if they were going to have a shoot out, it looked more the latter, I have never in my life seen anything like it. The lighting, the atmosphere, it was fucken crazy.

And I was stoned.

Dan walked to the front of the group and straight into "mafia mania", they recognised/identified eachother and headed back toward the house.

I didn`t realise what the humming was, the music was still playing, but we`d stopped hearing it when the ufo landed in our driveway, what was that fucken humming?

Have you ever heard people hum? You know, like in the shopping centre, at a concert, places like that *waves hands in the air*, you know the hum.

It was that same hum.

I looked around, drowning deeper in the wave of anxiety, realising not only was I the eldest one there, I was the fucking parent!!!! I was running the party. There were 50 million people in my fucking garage, spilling out over my 27 acres, into my home.....

The music was roaring, the humming echoing in my head, it was fucked!

The demand for water was insane, this wasn`t a 15 year olds birthday party, it was like a fucken hidden rave.

I saw a sticker last week, it suddenly became a neon light in my brain, I`d laughed at it when I had first seen it, now it just scared me.

"Don`t hit kids.

No. Seriously. Don`t

They have guns now."

 Fuuuuuuuuuuuuucken GREAT.