Taday (PC)

by ModernAncient

Posted to Stories on 2003-06-03 12:46:00

“Okay, tell it Chema.”
“Knock knock…”
“Who’s there?”
“Cheee-maaa I’m hungry.”
“Dude I don’t get it at all.”
“Like… Gee Ma, I’m hungry.”
“Dude that’s not funny.”
“THAT’S exactly what I said!” Cohen drops in.

Second Bell Rings.

Kids from fourteen to 18 scurry into classrooms they hate.

We walk to SLT. Society, Literature Truth as it’s formally known. What a class. You can get away with nothing or everything, depending who you are, and how often you intervene. Most of the time it’s listening to an 80 year old man with a northern England accent. Richardson makes constant refrence to his coal-mine routes. We all listen.

Seventh period goes without a hitch. I go unnoticed today, although I could have participated had I wanted to. We all get DEAD-BORED, I almost fall asleep listening to this girl BUTCHER Hemingway’s style. She said he wrote with symbolism and descriptions, this bitch wrote a story that took fucking forever to read and it wasn’t descriptive, it was flowery. No mentions of honor or any what he was after.

I’m managing to smoke several times a day. All for free. With a car and some friends who ‘Like to get nice.’ It’s so easy to slip out of school in the morning and smoke some L’s. This kid Travis is black and friendly and we leave everyday after Poetry. Poetry is also taught by Richardson and he gets to REALLY play with our minds there, all fucked up by the morning mist.
ANYWAY, my and Travis boune all the time, we always smoke these big joints that he rolls into “Backwoods” cigarleafs. They taste good, and remind me of the tropics. Travis and I get to talking about Jamaica sometimes, we both get the same look and space out everytime.
The days swing by so quickly. Gregg’s coming back TOMORROW. I remember the fall SO well, Gregg tellin me his plans. Craziness, VERY DIFFERENT springs, my friend. Look at us, soaked in pot and time flying by, Brendan too. The road tripp will be the best thing yet.
I’m tired now, headache, backache…
Leg’s good everybody.
(I cracked it in half in the backseat of a Subaru WRX at 100 miles an hour on a two lane road. Passenger almost died. Driver’s gonna go to jail. I wonder where he’ll be in ten years. Probably dead.
So tired.
I’m out.