Cacogen At the Party

knew when you invited him/her that there’d be that remote possibility that the ornery part of them would come popping out, running amok all over the place & offending indiscriminately, as if it was spitting left & right into everybody’s drink. s/he is the type of friend who is true, who doesn’t bull*****you, who has always been there for you & for whom, you know, you yourself would be there for, if that time were to arise, but still, that doesn’t erase the plain fact that at times (more often than not, when being in public is concerned), s/he can be quite the colossal *******. so you walk amongst the crowd doing damage control apologizing for your friend to your friends, deciding in your head just who the fakest in the crowd is & just how many of said individuals you’d need to delete in order to hone down this shindig & make it something that would speak honestly. the harsh scene makes your favorite horror movies look like walks in the proverbial park & what would have been so much more easy & in fact, much more comfortable, would have been a smaller get-together--- “maybe the most anti-social person at this party is its host” remarks the elected cacogen & the both of you leave your conversational corner, with hopes that the scheme you mutually devised to get the rest of em’ out of the house ASAP, will be a winning one.