The Doll is Erotics

I'm a high school student in Sophomore High. I don't believe in a mystical creature. I was living in a rough area in Brooklyn during 1970s. I was a little kid at that time, every streets are narrow and I can found skag and injection everywhere. I remember every night I found every strippers out there, flirting with me while I was 13 in junior high. The school is not even that great, almost no classes nor responsible teacher. Especially my favorite one coach Fittzy, the alcholic sports teacher with high tone but very inspiring and full of energy. His son Jimmy is my best friend. Cokes everywhere, and lits of cigars are normal things to found on the streets. My girl Bridgett, she's a real wonderful. It's quite unnormal to find such girl in this rough area. Sometimes I can find some bodies get shotted right after school. I don't even thing we could have a job instead of the cashier in a minimarket, or another skags.

That's why I don't believe in mystical creatures. But now I'm living in a upper middle area on the New York. Still I'm hanging around with some men in a casino and use some money I got from some homeless guy who often stays there, but I give him food as exchange afterwards. I never find boardgames very interesting, I just think street play is the best thing to survive in the wild and grit areas.

But I'm not really that glorified, I'm still attend some sermons in the church, the priest is quite good storyteller, one day I want to become like him, just like Charles Manson.

Of course I don't really think to get to seminary, not because I'm afraid to not get laid, since it's common there to find some priest has some affair with some sisters.

Now I'm with Jimmy, a coke addict walk with me surround the streets. Living in a dirty apartment, smell of wine and cheap perfume. We get here by a train, to have a better job and career, maybe one day I will become a diplomat. Jimmy says he wants to become a cop and priest, so he can arrest somebody, then pay for some indulgetion, or sort kind of confession.

"Tony, I want to get some hashish," Jimmy said to me. Hashish is some kind of medicine common in our place, some kind of medicine we can use to be healthier, or stronger in sort kind of sense.

"Let's get to a train, man," I said. We use to hang around in a train, the train feels better than our apartment. With some drinks and cold sandwiches we get from the homeless guy named Jim.

"Do you believe in mystical creature, Jimmy?" I asked him. I know well both of us won't believe those kind of things, but just to be curious. "I have a pain in my neck" Jimmy groans while scrubbing his neck. It's common to feel itchy and not well in this rough area, but it's lovely place to talk and get some friends, or maybe run for miles on the railroad tracks. I put some oil I found on the street, whether it's working or not, I don't even know.

"Ahhh," he feels glad. "Where were we?" Jimmy asks what we talk about earlier. "The mystical studd," I said it wrongly. I don't even know what it means. "Ahh, maybe we can just put it in an entertainment," he sighes.

We play some scrabbles in a train. "Can you imagine if some letters just being switched," I whisper, pretent to be scared. Jimmy doesn't have a word, just confusion and sighs.

"Where we will gonna go, hotshot?" I ask him. "To the place we often get on the bench," he said. What he means by that is the gate near end of the narrow road, which there is a sea beneath them.

"Hey look at that!" Jimmy said it like he's drunk, not scared for a bit, not threatening as well.

It's a common doll we can find near the graveyard. It's to common to find some dolls with scary looking face. It's not because of the intention of tha maker itself, but lacks of ingridients prevent them to make some good looking doll, but we get used to it since we were boy, and nothing macho about it just because not scared of it, it’s a normal kid. One day you can find a boys and girls play with those scary dolls and smiling, pure smile and gentle.

“What we can name this doll?” Jimmy asks. “I don’t know, maybe Beth,” I decide. Beth is one of the quiet girl in our school, barely talks, and smart Just kind of a gothic girl vibes with the smell of classic books. “That’s a nice name,” Jimmy still groans and feel bored. It’s very rare to spend time in a train without at least the smell of cheap wine and cigarettes. I swear to God we never find this kind of thing as cool, we just living by it. “I hope one day there is a train which can makes us fly,” Jimmy imagines while look at the window. “Which way of time to go to the castle rock?” I asked. “Probably one hundred a clock,” Jimmy answered. We barely teached or even study by ourselves. There is a library near the center of the city, but the gangbangers are everywhere. Selling some drugs and become the “mailman”. There are no stereotypical type of cliques, everyone just the same. Just try to survive the grit of the city. But I’m different, I try my best to be well educated; One thing I admire from Jimmy is he prefers befriends with a different people like me. I never really try one of the gangs, but I do several times just to get some breads. “Hey Tony,” Jimmy wakes me up from the middle of the dream. “We arrive?” I ask. “Few seconds ago,” he said. What he means by that is five minutes. Few equals to five.

“Let’s get out from here,” I reply. Maybe some of you will ask why the train stops for a long time, instead Jimmy carries me outside while the train doesn’t starts moving again. “It’s because it’s already decided only few people get on the train to get some groceries, and we one of them, and moreover we don’t pay.

“Where is Beth?” Jimmy makes sure. “ he’s with me, man,” I reply while drink the cold chocolate I just bought before, since the cold is from nature, not the ice or refrigerator.

“She looks cute,” I said. Jimmy shrugs. “Try to steal something again, big guy?,” I asks.

“No, I already have some coats to get off the cold on the night, so we don’t need to put hundreds of clothes on us to get some sleep.” We plan to go to the rooftop. Another Beth arrives. She’s the dark-brown hair and sharp eyes but sweet. But I used to get defensive to anyone. I’m a volleyball player and chess, so I’m quite observant to anybody.

“Want to go to a movie theatre?” Beth asks. She’s a wild simple living girl, just living on the bench then plays with me since we were a kid. I was the quiet kid back in the day. Still until now, but I’m not an easy man to beaten up or picked on. I enjoy ride motorbikes to it’s fullest, and gain some muscle mass to survive on the streets, and street smart as well.

“What is that thing?” Beth asks. “Just a common doll we find on the railroad tracks, I don’t want her to get hit,” Jimmy chuckles. Beth looks fascinate with the doll. “What’s the name?” She asks.

“Beth,” I tell her. “A nice name,” she answers Beth only looks on her doll version. We attend the junior high school movies, the name of the title, without the caps lock. The night comes, we go to the free ticket movie theatre. We get some free ice cream by the negotiate skills. Since it’s free, we cannot make sure everything will be safe. Your wallet can be stolen anytime, some big greasers pick on you and get some free coca cola from your mouth filled with straw, and sometimes it presents different movie with the same title, overtime.

“What’s the name of the movie?” Beth asks. “The Lost Boys,” I asked to myself but answering her at the same time. I use my denim shirts and jeans, same with Jimmy, the only difference I’m back haired and quite skinny athletic, while Jimmy has brawn muscle, but still quite little. Three of us on the middle, it’s 10 pm and it’s very cold. But the ice cream makes things easier, to make the events to get colder. Especially the scary doll with some blood filled on her eyes, some scrabbles, with word “Dump”.

Without we realize, Beth the doll has their eyes bleeding. Some dust filling the doll, but still we enjoy the actors get some smokes and lay on the grassy hills. The movie ends with the lost ending. Everyone talks for a while, whether talks about the movies, or just talk about the things they will do afterwards. We walk on the street, while the socs gang hop on their car and beep to us. We just being quiet, we will have a train back to Brooklyn.

It’s very cold, I’m offering beth one of my jock jackets, which I stole from a random jock on the school, who don’t know I have an explosive power inside, the muscle fiber talks, not the size. “Wait.”Jimmy confuses. “I think we watched the wrong movie,” he said. “I don’t get it,” Beth replies. I know it, but I’d rather not talk.

“Hey look!” I see Beth the doll has her arms swollen. We are not scared, we even laugh about it. We already starve a lot and those things won’t scared us, despite the sound of the guns and immediate karate masters learn from nowhere.