Chapter 1
580 Words
TEN YEARS LATER
I look around my messy room as if the same pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room, or the various piles of old homework and empty food containers. God, I need to clean this mess up at some time soon, but then again it's not like I am bringing anyone into my abode anyway, I just kind of sleep here and do some sparse writing on trees or some s**t like that. The clock may read four in the morning, but to me it's a regular thing that happens. Great Scott, I need my caffeine. My lazy arse decides to make it downstairs and make a pot, the sound of distant birds and the random early commuter, or it could be a guy stealing a car. Either way it's distracting me and my thoughts. After I have my first cup poured, I walk into the den and turn on the television to an ad. Talking about the usual s**t like "Oh hey some guy shot someone" or the "A politic made a screw up" and all that fun stuff. A half hour and several news stories pass, and as they are closing off "52.25 Marrek Alternative has a raffle for the ten to five slot for creators to do what they wish during that time on channel, be it talking about music, or news. Enter now on djbissymar.co.ek/latenightraffle. Thank you and enjoy your morning commute." I look at the screen for a second, mouth wide open. And a small sliver of a thought passes through my mind, I have to win this raffle.
As I am just getting out of the shower about a half hour later, the front door opens and a thud by the door. Great, dad must be back. I pull on a pair of boxers still wet, and help is drunk arse up "So, was she that hot?" I jokingly ask him looking at the hickies on his neck and chest. He groans and mutters "No, but she did tip 300". I laugh for a second, you guys see my dad works about 14 hours per day, During the day as a kindergarten teacher, and the nights as a stripper at Titanium's, a well known male strip club. So he usually comes back home drunk and exhausted, but it does pay the rent, and give Merrcurry a chance to release her original EPs. Which leaves me grading a lot of barely legible kid homework. I lay my dad down on the couch and then finish getting dressed, making sure to grab my wallet for breakfast. I leave the door
At the local Chinese joint Jade's, while waiting for our friend Talc, I am chilling with Granite, my favorite waiter/secret underground MMA fighter. And honestly one of my oldest friends. He is a couple years older than me and graduated last year. We make small talk about the raffle, and how he will enter for the three of us. Talc walks in, wearing his usual oversized jacket his boyfriend gave him and a pride shirt. "Yo, Four-Eyes sit your arse down, we need to talk work." Talc begrudgingly sits down and instead of pulling out his large book, looks at us with a nod. After catching him up we all share a chuckle about it, until Talc realized that we were one-hundred percent honest about this. Afterwords, he pays for his Dim Sum and leaves, I should probably do the same.
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