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TheCleric

{Chapter one : Nothing to do in this little town}

"Ohh louie louie ohhhh yeah we got it going on, na na na na na" the words belted from my lips at 1:30 am on the side streets of my quiet little suburban town. As corny as it is one has to improvise when they forgot to bring a walk man and are now walking 3 miles to their house, well 1.5 miles now if you want to be all precise about it.

Inflating my chest with air till it felt like it would pop I breathe out the elongated breath. A good thing about living around these parts is the lack of smog, I've smelt city air, thats disgusting. As I continue my walk I start to think how I got here. Hazily I remember how my day went.

It started like so many other days, with the exception of no work for once. I didnt really mind work anyway it was more of something I did because I was interested in it and not like some huge necessity or anything. But still a day off is a sacred thing regardless.

I decided to make some calls around to some friends attempting to locate my good buddy Dan K. My resourcefullness paid off when I got in touch with a friend who knew just where I could find my white haired friend. The only trouble was I had to obtain a ride.

"Hello?" said with a slight absence of the l sound, and combined with a very light r sound
"Alex whats up man hey you wanna come pick me up so we can have some fun on my day off?"
"Sure I will be over in ten fifteen minutes"
"Ok man I will.." Click

I hung up the phone and laughed, thats just the way things go around here, so systematic one doesnt even need to complete a conversation before they know exactly what must be done.

So with the help of Alexs car we spent the day getting party supplies and party people. Well our friends and their friends at least. Everyone ended up at Alexs house because he lived about 1 mile in from a dead end road. A safe party spot and a popular hang out, kept on the d l, thats down low for you old timers, kind of a teen age club to smoke weed and listen to Alex spin. The kind of place that makes you wonder why the hell we spend so much money on drug laws, apparantly to give kids something to do on friday nights.

It was a well known fact where Alex and I stand, I had money, he had a car, and a willingness to drive me places if it ended in him getting stoned. On top of his kinship to me of course, he was probably the only trustworthy friend I had.

So like all the nights before there we were just smoking and hanging out, making merry of the evening. There was about 15 people in Alexs living room. It was a nicely decorated area, the furniture was moved and the floor was hardwood and nice to dance on. Those that werent dancing were either in the smoking room or on some of the comfy furniture Alex had.

I had spent most of my evening in the smoke room of course, I mean i'm not too much of a dancer and I really love to smoke, then again who doesnt?

One of the coolest things about Alex's house was the asian decor in the smoking room. The walls showed scenes of ancient asian warriors, there were brilliant tiffany lamps imported from his parents in china, and to top it all off a big 4 person hookah a little something his uncle brought to him when he visited the united states. Man it pays to have out of country connections I tell ya.

People kept coming in and out no big deal, then these 2 girls came in and one of them asked who I was.
"Just a Guy" I responded and she giggled.
"So Guy can you dance?"
"Well I can break dance" Who the hell was I kidding, I had never break danced before in my life. But there was a thing about me, i would do anything to impress a girl, especially an attractive brunette with sandy eyes.

"Wow cool show me" she egged me on .
"Ok sure" Ahh well here goes. I crouch down and get my body into a spin on my back. Wow its actually working I thought, and I extended my leg out a little bit to try and spin myself. Crash! Ohh ****.

Yeah thats right the lamp, of all the stupid things I could do, like use a cheesy pick up line or accidentily spill a drink on her no, I have to pretend to know how to breakdance and smash a very expensive tiffany lamp.

"Wow I guess you do know how to break dance" and she walked away from the scene of the crime hastily.
Such a predictable line but still it hit me. Way to go macho man i thought.
"What the hell did you do?" it was Alex.
"Im sorry man I was break dancing and my leg knocked over your lamp, **** dude I feel bad, you know im good for it" See that was one thing I never had to worry about, money.

After my father died in 94 my mother and I were both given a large sum of money from the government "to aid us in our loss". We were bought basically, see Dad was a pilot. Not the pilot that flies to another country and uses a plane thats carbon copy of the others, no no my father was a test pilot for all of the air forces new "expiremental aircraft".

Expiremental meant the ones they dont want to lose a very good pilot on just yet. My father was a government guinea pig, and he lost his life bcause of it. But ahh well time moves on and people heal, especially after 8 years.

"Grrr if I didnt know you were I would kick you out, that was a very expensive lamp you know Guy?"
"Yeah man im sorry, hey ya know what im just gonna walk home I feel like a prick, here let me clean it up then I will leave"
"You dont have to but if you want to go ahead man I will see you tomorrow".

After the incident I felt like the biggest ass. I finished cleaning up the pieces of the lamp and then decided gazing with hazy eyes at my watch (1:03am). Well I had a 3 mile hike ahead of me, but at least its a nice warm spring night.

By this time in my life I should have a car, I am 18, I had my license and after all Alex has a car. Then again Alex also had a job to pay for his car and other bills, and I had an appartment paid in full for the next 5 years and enough money to get me rides until im 50.

So there I was leaving the big party, an unfortunate hormone driven rich kid walking the streets at 1:00 am, shouting out the words at full volume, to "Louie Louie" all the way home. A sight only suburbia USA could harbor.

The walk itself was amusing but uneventfull. No one was out and I seemed to be all alone. But I guess its too much to ask for, this little town to have an active night life, nothing changes here. Eh never mind I was nearing my appartment.

Home at last I thought when I entered my hallway to my appartment, finally time to go in and get some shut eye.

 

Smokin'Jayz

That was very catcher-in-the-rye-esque. It totally drew me in.

TheCleric

I realise the intro first chapter isnt the best but the rest of the story gets quite entertaining, chapter 2 will be posted tonight with any luck.

Thank you though, i was unsure of what people would think of the first chapter and if it would lead them to want to read the next one or not. Guess i will just have ot wait and see.

Cleric

ChilleY420

I dont know what it was about it, at first i ead the first part and was like jeez this is a long post, and thought, "what the hell, might as well" and to my surprise i was actually pretty good, drew me in completely. cant wait for chapter 2.


BTW introduce me to your friend Dan K. you know, the one with the white hair

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I can't fly, my wings don't work
So Instead I get high so my feelings ain't hurt .
F*** the world, don't ask me for sh!t
Dead and gone but i still don't quit .

TheCleric

With a solid chunk the key slid in the lock.

My half closed eyes gazed at my watch. 1:50 am. It didnt even take me a full hour to walk home, not bad timing for a kid who just came from a 4 person hookah. Hmm I thought to myself, I will have to be quiet if I want to avoid a barking dog and a couple of pissed off neighbors.

Well here goes nothing. I squeeze the knob and turn the key. The cylindry doesn't move. Odd...I look down and examine the key closely, well thats definitly my house key. So i try it again this time a little more forcefully, still does not move.

What the hell, I stood there bewildered and my head started to throb with anger. I try one of my other keys, doesnt even fit, then the last one my basement key which fit only half way.

Perplexed I just stared at the door. Jesus how much did i smoke tonight considering I cant even get my door open. The lock is probably stuck or something, that seems like a reasonable hypothesis.

I gripped the door knob and gave it a couple of real good twists, all with the same result, increased friction as my hand slid around on the brass.

Damn it! My rage got the best of me as I kicked the door and pounded it with my fist. I turned and slammed my back into the door and slumped to the bottom.

I certainly wasnt going to risk sneaking in through a window thats for sure, with my luck one of the nosey people around here would call the cops on me and then I might get hassled. I look over my shoulder and saw my Kaos thick pipes sticker that i put on my door. Yeah I definitly dont want the cops coming here.

The sticker made me think of my water bong in my room, I banged my head off the door, in my appartment. Well looks like I camp out here until morning, I sighed and just as I was about to bounce my head off the metal door one more time, it opened.

Shocked I fell backwards and landed on a pair of boney feet. To my amazement I heard a deep voice say "oww" as my head crashed off of them full force.

"Who are you, what the hell do you want, and why are you banging on my door at 2:00 am?" his voice was very angry, the tone one could imagine a grizzly to have if it was awoken from hibernation.

Who ever he was boy was he angry, then again I would be too if someone was banging on my door at 2:00 am. Wait a minute, i'm banging on my door, this isnt his appartment this is my appartment. What the hell?

I stood up and attempted to regain my composure, but it wasnt happening. There I stood in my quiet little suburban town, jaw dropped staring at this average sized man with an angry look, coming from my appartment and asking me what the hell I was doing there.

Normality zero... the state when everything around you just stops making sense. You would pay any amount of money for one little scrap of sanity, to have something just be like how it was, but it wont. And the world gets just a little more interesting from this point on.

 

ChilleY420

lookin good so far

Faerywings

Can ya'll dig it?! I can dig it........... It sounds good do far. I'm looking forward to chapter 3.
I must agree, it does sound a bit J.D. Salenger-ish but what the hell its good.
*FaeryWings*

Leithreas

J. D. Salinger is my favorite author!! i'm reading The Catcher in the Rye right now. its my favorite book, i first read it in 6th grade...this is the 4th time ive read it. !! my favorite type of writing is a steam of conscience...hmmm.

yeah, great story though, cleric. i want to know what happens next! your getting me interested.

Peace

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Have a nice day!

Guest

keep it coming! i want to print it out and get it published under my name!! haha yeah... is the guy named GUY or is that a nick!? whats his real name? i wanna know! curisous mines are interested!

TheCleric

If you get it published under your name it will only make me know that my next work will have a good chance to be published hehe so by all means.

Now to clerify before i post chapter 3, his name is indeed Guy i know it was vague but the capitalization was supposed to give it away

Thanks for all the views and the feedback guys, you make me feel like i can actually write or something

And now for chapter 3