I was hanging with two friends; Mike a young handsome self-confident Hispanic male, and Joe a short smug oriental guy, we were leaning up against the front of Joe's luxurious V-8 sedan parked in the drive way when all of a sudden a young woman drove up, she had tiny perky breasts, a flat belly and small curvy ass. As I observed, Joe immediately became alert while Mike donned a sly knowing smile.
"Where are my stiletto heels" the woman muttered as she walked briskly into a storage room tossing items left and right. Joe turned to her and said "I have a lot of money" and Mike muttered to Joe "you're a nurse not a doctor" I turned to them both saying "she's freaking skinny" they both looked at me in disgust. Having found what she was searching for she got into her car and drove away. Joe rushed us into his car to give chase; I of course was placed in the back seat. "My car" I shouted Mike turned to me holding up two fingers and I remembered I had two cars.
"Come on pull over I gotta get my cars" I pleaded
"You whiny bitch" Joe muttered as he pulled into the head of an alley
I made my way into the alley searching for my cars, the first was a rusted out shell the interior having long since been claimed by the harsh elements the second was barely visible behind an overgrown bush. When I rounded the bush I noticed that the drivers side was parked tightly against a fence, the alley was a clutter of broken bottles and trash yet on the other side of the fence it was clean and spacious children were happily playing, their laughter carried like a song from a lullaby. I stood there listening mesmerized by the innocence, the moment was broken when the children saw me, like a rusted barbers blade slashing across young tender flesh a look of incomprehension and disappointment crawled across their faces. With a great sense of shame I pulled open the passenger door and thrust myself into the seat, grateful that the bush growing on the driver's seat hid me from the children. The interior of the car was dark and murky dust and dirt covered everything, weeds were sprouting from the glove compartment burying the owner's manual in roots. Before I knew what was happening the car was moving forward I could hear the motor straining, smoke billowing from a broken exhaust and yet while I was unsure of who was driving I was glad to be away from those accusing children.
Flat tires barley grabbing the pavement we turned sharply around a corner, ahead I saw a group of people huddled on a low hill so I bade the car to stop. Here the green grass grew into brown, and the trees shed all leaves. The crowd muttered and although I strained to hear I could understand none of their meaning I pushed through the crowd into the center and I found a young beautiful woman laying on the ground her head resting on her arms, great sob animating from her, tears flowing down hill, their salt killing the vegetation. I looked around at the crowd now their mutterings were clear "there, there" they muttered "there, there" I leaned down and placed my arm around the girl and I asked her what was wrong "the music" she sobbed "it's the music" so I asked her to let me see her play list when she handed it to me an anger arose "emo, emo, emo" I shouted as I threw CD's like Frisbees and then I heard a sad song coming from her radio and I called the DJ and demanded "Why do you play such sad tunes! Why do you makes sad so sexy?" as my anger grew the Tia's and Tio's drove up demanding of me my intent "Don't you realize" they claimed "it is our job to comfort her, after all it is we who sent in the song request" with a deep sense of loss I wondered away from that hill the sad notes and the muttering of there, there followed me mockingly.
I walked, it seemed for hours my legs becoming weak from the effort and yet the sun never moved held high at it's zenith, heat bearing down upon me shadows hiding beneath my feet lest they be scorched the sweat pooled around me their salt searching for the sad girls tears.
At the point just before surrender I spotted ahead an old familiar house, its paint was dulled and chipped, yet still it brought comfort to me I trudged to the front door it was open the interior was cool and moist bring energy back to my weary bones. The living room was bare of furniture an old forgotten newspaper lay in a corner with yesterday's date I grabbed it as a remembrance and made my way to the back door. I could hear Childs laughter yet I could find no child, a neighbor peaked over the fence and encouraged me to continue my search, I smiled and thanked him. Grapes were growing from a vine and I picked some, eating of them, their juice quenching my thirst. I was determined to continue my search but first I sat on a crate and rested, before I knew it I was asleep.
04/27/2008
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