Saturday, July 25, 2009
RICHIE - CHAPTER FOURTEEN (Twitter Novel / Keitai Shosetsu)
the next day i start calling
everyone in my phone to see
whos around and who can
hang out
but nobody answers and idk
if theyre not off yet or busy
or whatever but after awhile
i go through my old stuff and
root out their like land lines
and call a few people that
way but
mostly i get their parents of
course cuz theyre the only
ones who still use land lines
basically
and the ones who answer are
pretty weird to me for the
most part which i can pretty
much understand
cuz probably the last they
heard of me was before i
went to fairview and the
whole gun thing but
i leave messages with them
for charlie and chris and dan
but i dont get anything back
and im starting
to get kind of bummed out
but i call gregs house and the
old answering machine picks
up and i try leaving this
really like fake-cheery
message and greg picks up
halfway through and im
super-psyched but his voice
is quiet
and weird like hes trying not
to be heard or something and
he just tells me to meet him
at the kwik fill later on which
is cool
so i go out and walk over and
hes hanging outside and its
awesome to see him and we
go in and buy red bulls
greg tries to buy smokes but
they card him which is
bizarre to me cuz im used to
fairview by now and like
drinking 40s and smoking
weed as if it wasnt anything
at all and greg asks me what
its like there and i tell him
that stuff
and he kind of cant believe
how awesome that sounds
and it makes me feel really
cool until
i think about what was all
going through my head the
other night about the lines
and the screens
but i dont tell greg any of that
stuff just how i broke into the
locked door with my id and
he thinks thats super-cool
and i feel pretty badass so i
tell him about richie and
stealing the truck which also
totally impresses him
but he thinks richie sounds
like a total dick which i guess
i can understand from the
way i described him
so i try to like explain why
hes cool to hang out with
sometimes but i dont think
greg totally buys it
and he talks a little about how
it seems like since i went to
fairview im actually getting
wasted a lot more and
doing like more illegal shit
rather than less but i say that
although it seems like that
the good part is that i totally
dont feel like bringing a gun
to school anymore and his
face gets weird
and we talk about that for a
little while and greg explains
that he didnt want his folks to
know we were
gonna hang out cuz they were
pretty freaked out by the gun
thing and a lot of the other
parents were too
especially after salinas and
stuff and thats probably why
the other guys werent calling
back or whatever
not cuz they didnt wanna
hang but cuz of their folks
and whatnot and im like i
guess i can understand
but its still me im still the
same dee dee and greg goes
-dee dee- all quizzical and i
forgot for a second but i
dont want to go into the
whole richie thing again so i
just go –forget it- and he
looks at me weird again
but drops it anyway and i just
ask him what hes been doing
and we start talking about
girls for awhile
and gregs dating this girl
nicole who i always thought
had great tits and hes like
yeah
but theyre actually kind of
floppy and almost too big and
i go totally serious -no such
thing- and he laughs
and it almost feels like before
for awhile and we keep
walking and he talks about
these world war 2 games
hes really into and anime and
shit and its okay but then i
notice where we are cuz
weve been walking
and i realize were at my old
school his school and i look
at it and greg kind of fades
out and i zone into this weird
thing
that i totally would never
think of normally but there
was this retarded girl there i
never knew her name
she was total special ed short
bus and the other guys used
to make fun of me cuz every
time shed see me in the
hallway
shed giggle and hide her face
and go –desmond- in this
weird high pitched retardy
voice and theyd all
imitate her and talk about
how she was my girlfriend
and id get super-pissed and
tell them all to fuck off
but i never did it like loud or
anything cuz she was just a
retard and i didnt want to
make her feel bad
you know i figured it was
hard enough to be retarded
and to have people making
fun of you all the time
and i realize as we walk by
the school that i was never
going back there
thered be no way theyd ever
let me go back there and i
would never see that retarded
girl again and i dont know
why
but it makes me like super-
sad to think of it and thats
just stupid shes just a retard
why would i care
but i do and it makes me
angry and sad at the same
time and i keep trying to
focus back on greg
and the shit that hes talking
about but i just cant get my
head around the fact
that some weird part of me
actually misses that retarded
girl and im angry and sad that
i dont know her name
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7 comments:
Well now I remember 'his' name. This chapter was awesome as usual, maybe lock down did dee dee some good. I think its great, the age group you are targeting and its something that teens can relate to and big kids like myself can enjoy.
What's great about this, J, is that it reads like stanzas from some Supra-Poem.
Brilliant. I love the way it's structured this chapter. It unrolls with no self-consciousness of structure but the thought moves with such precision. His isolation from the phonecalls, teenagers booby obsession, the retarded girl, the isolation. Beautifully done, the whole thing is like a performance on your part, a performance that only you could do, totally original, incredibly intelligent, perfectly phrased in character, stunning.
You are a though guy, I did not knew that you are the kind of kid that fathers do not want their kids hanging arround with. Interesting.
Very nice story, It was as if I was living trough it.
Bye
harmonie - it's gonna be hard to tell for awhile how much good lockdown does for dee dee. most likely in ways he won't be able to identify himself.
kek-w - i'm pleased you appreciate the form as much as the function.
paul - yr in my corner, i'm in yrs. count on it.
mariana - i wasn't really so much a kid that other kids' parents didn't want them hanging out with, but i was definitely more of an "eddie haskell" type: "hey, as soon as yr parents leave let's see what's in their liquor cabinet!"
Excellent work Jason.
thank you, milady
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