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.

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