Three Glasses Men

Back on the westdale when I just graduated from junior high, I used to be a paper writer man who just write on the papers and tucked it into some kind of book, and then send it to a billboard.

"Greg, what's going on down there?"

"Ohh Vinny, her you are." Man I don't really like when people start interrupting with my writings, but sometimes I think I would never have any kind of opportunity out of this thing.

"Next week is our first junior year on westdale."

"Yeah I heard that," nothing really special about this one. I already know what will happen anyway.

"Would you mind to skip one day?" I asked him.

"Greg, don't be silly. This time would be different."

Maybe Vinny refers to the moment when I put on an emblem on my cap three years ago.

"Don't forget to bring you swimming googles, I know you need it."

Vinny is a guy just for some clarification.

I find this new invention; I worked very hard to find what kind of things I can use to make myself comfortable, any kind of brain stimulation to keep me focus, the thing I have a hard time with.

On the other side, here comes a man with hairy chest, barely looking up front, but he wears the blue color googles, mine is brown.

"Hey Vic, you shouldn't be here, I want to go to my house as soon as I get my social security."

"Calm down man, everything just getting build up. You're too young to go home as soon as a coconut falling down from a tree."

"Very funny."

From the look from his eyes, I think of....

No, no, it's impossible. He wouldn't consume that thing.

"Ok, so what you want me to walk on upcoming hour?"

I'm too lazy to moving around and find something interesting. I don't even want to write on the first place.

"You get that notes inside your pocket, we go to that water slide." Vic sure has something to be...

But wait, that's the same thing I just thought.

"Man you..."

"Yeah."

There is an abandoned water park, people say it's haunted. But for weirdos like us, ghosts are our friends. We afraid of our peers even more, but somehow no one tries to pick on us.

"That pool again." "Sure Greg, we can clean those pool again."

We all mean it. Surely we do it everyday, after some withdrawal we have since we were 14.

"Let's get to my place," Vic would be so happy if someone come inside his warehouse. Some footloose bacon inside of it. No offense, Kev.

The sand still there, barely I can see the sun out there. I still don't know why my fingers still brushing the pen on the paper, seriously I want to relapse very bad, but this fingers... oh man, forget it.

"Papers on the desk," Vic speaks it, but not an order, just walk down the locker he stole back on 7th grade with some papers inside, fully written, stratches, barely colors.

"You know Vic..." "What?"

"I don't think this gonna workout?" I sound a realist, but 11/12 with being pessimist."

"What do you mean, we gonna be hero man," Vic with some acid inside his nose thinks that way.

"Vic we are not gonna be a Biff Tannen with his pleasure paradise. Besides, we are trying to make a living out of it."

"Screw you, man."

After five minutes of quiet, we are writting down some stories again. Story inside a story.

"We do this again until we fall asleep."

There is a green old car with broken window, we were cleaned it to prevent funny skin stratches, then sleep in it.

We survive by stealing some groceries from a minimarket, sometimes Cindy's house, the pony hair with her innocence.

We are sleeping tightly, but until when we never know. Even some names make me remembering something, probably my childhood.

The day after tommorow, we already get drunk the day before, so we sleep fully 24 hours the next day. We miss the first day of high school.

"Let's steal Cindy's dog," my brain always has his own instruction.

Before the writtingblocks blockade my brain again, I walk on my feet, before it you know.... blocks me again.

"Hey Greg, you miss the day, you're not gonna regret it."

"You shouldn't tell me Vinny, I think I'm gonna jump."

Who the hell my friends anyway, I don't feel them.

"Greg, for the last time. You won't walk this road alone again man."

"Get lost Vinny." "And you Vic, stop acting like you use that thing. I'm on my own." Tears falling down from my eyes, I'm running from them. I don't want they come back, let me rest on me.

Here it is, Cindy's house. "Greg, I-"

Here it is, the dog. I don't know her name. But it doesn't have balls, so I'm sure it's a girl.

I heard, "Thief!" But in reality, she said nothing despite bring a bowl contain things I don't think I deserve it.

I walk very slow, in hope she calls some neighbors to hit me until I die.

There is a tree with a cat on it, and start meowing.

"Get lost Kitty." I own that cat, a male I suppose. But I hope he gets lost, but he follows me anyway.

I'm a hunter as the matter of fact. I'm a caveman, I won't let anybody weakening my soul or my body.

Cindy follows me from behind. I pretend she's not following me.

And somehow Kitty is following me too.

Goddamit I don't know.

"Greg, the dog's name is Sue," Cindy speaks softly, kind of sound I almost never get my whole life.

"Sue me for what?" Cindy's face being confused but with some smile I don't think I want it.

"I try to remember things," I speak what concerns me."

"What thing?" She's being curious.

"That's the thing," I know it doesn't solve anything. No one can solve it.

"You're gonna following me?" Her footsteps I still can hear it.

"You know the dangers up ahead of us," My mouth threatens her without my conscience.

"I don't know, but I decide to."

Vinny and Vic are looking at me. The way they look without any kind of thoughts. I still bring that thing with me.

"What is it, Greg?" "You don't need to know."

"Where are we going?" She's being clueless again.

"Vic's garage or warehouse or whatever you call it."

Notes:

I don't know what to write on the first place. I have some memories after I came from dinner to walk upstairs, and I think what things I try to think about and I need to talk to myself about it and then I decided to not talk about it until I try to remember it before I talk to myself again until I forget it and writting this. Well I don't know if I can finish this book. Maybe it could be ended up as a slasher movies as Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Halloween or Friday the 13th. I don't know which number of story I made up this time. There is a coincidence similiar names from a sitcom from the 70s. My stomatch pain I can't handle it.