A bit of creative writing in a series. Check out the previous entries if you like.
"Whoa, Pete are you alright? You got a sweet shiner!" I shot a quick glance at Nate as he rubed his jaw.
"It's no big deal, I fell down the stairs." I didn't know what else to say and in a panic, I used a line from an after-school special I had seen with the girl from Life Goes On. I wanted to change the subject.
"Did I ever tell you guys I met the guy from Life Goes On?"
11 Decembre, 2004
Aujourd'hui, c'est mon anniversaire. J'imaginais qu'a 28, je serai plus sage, plus adulte, ou meme plus grand. En vrai, je suis toujours le meme enfant qui n'aimais pas nettoyer son chambre. Au moins, je vive encore et j'ai beaucoup de belle choses.
Le matin, j'ai visit? une eglise tres vielle. La chorale repetais leurs chants de noelle. C'etait si belle. Aux Etats-Unis, il y auras pleins de gens qui aurait paye? beaucoup de dollars pour voir un telle concert. En France, c'est qqc quotidien et il n'y a rien pour appr?cier les belles chansons. Je ne peux pas decider si Dieu pleurs parce que personne n'ecoute ou s'il est content qu'il y a des gens qui continue a chanter son chansons.
Pour le lunch, j'ai decider d'aller au deux moulins. Je sais que c'est tres "touriste", mais c'es mon anniversaire et j'ai conclus que je peux faire ce que je veux faire. J'ai vu le tabac. J'ai vu le bar, les chaises, les tasses. A montmartre, tout le monde pareille "toursite", meme s'ils y vivaient toutes leurs vies. C'est comme ca a New York. Ca me plaisait pas du tout alors je l'ai quitter. J'ai trouver un coin que je n'ai jamais visit?. J'avais un repas excellent. Le sandwich avait une sauce piquante et sall?. La servuese avait l'air de savoir que c'etait mon anniversaire et j'etait tout seul. Elle avait un peut de sympathie dans sa voix comme elle disait, "tout le monds ont de jours comme ca."
Demain je part pour provence. J'y ai etais jamais. Je cherche l'aventure. A Marseille...
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like to marry an older woman?"
"You got someone in mind, Frank? What's her name? How old is she?" I was trying to disguise the humor I found in the situation. It's quite difficult, sometimes, to not just outright laugh at Frank. He reminds me of Brandon Montoya, the kid in Jr. High who just couldn't do or say anything that wasn't worthy of being mocked.
One day, in a moment of sheer evil, I suggested to the kids at the lunch table that we all just start laughing for no particular reason and look over at Brandon. Everything went as expected until Brandon jumped up on the table and yelled, "Okay, Okay, I know I have a hole in my crotch!"
[stunned silence]
After we caught our breaths, we found Brandon's proclamation to be entirely accurate (he did, in fact, have a large hole in the crotch-region of his maroon "Toughskins")
[everyone on-stage erupts in raucus laughter]
Frank hasn't bested Montoya in geekery but I was confident that, given time, he would.
"No, I don't have anyone in mind. I was just wondering."
"Well, Frank, looking for an older woman would certainly open up the playing field for you." I shot a quick, mocking glance at Alice which was returned with the icy, stare-of-death. "What age range are you looking at? 30's? 40's?"
"No, I was thinking a bit older"
"Older? Like 60's?"
"No, I was thinking a little older than that."
"Older? What could you possibly find attractive about a woman in her 70's?"
"Well, I wouldn't say 'attracted'. It's just that old ladies are so nice. They always take care of you, you know. For example, whenever you go over to grandma's house, doesn't she always have candy waiting for you in a jar on the coffee table?"
"Um, yes, go on." This promised to rival Brandon Montoya.
"Well, you know, if I dated an older woman, she'd be like that to me all the time. Like, I'd come over and she'd make me snacks."
"SNACKS!"
[everyone on-stage erupts in raucus laughter]
"Butt-Lick?"
"Well, it's actually Bud-lig, but everyone will hear Butt-lick."
"How could you marry a guy and take on THAT name?"
"We had such a fun time! She was spunky, cute.." I started replaying the date in my mind.
"Dude, forget about her, she's a Buttlick now!" Jake always had a way of putting things in perspective. We only went out once so why should I get all upset that she ran off & got married over summer break? I guess it's just the fact that she denied me for a second date. She told me she was dating God. I guess their relationship didn't last too long. What does God have that I don't have, anyway? I'm nice. I'm funny. I wonder what kind of girl I'll marry?
I've been doodling out a short story recently which I shall promptly inflict on the reader of this blog. Let me set the stage:
5 people sitting around gabbing at a donut shop. Why are they sitting around at a donut shop? Stop asking so many questions!
Characters:
Alice - Flirty, talks incessantly about nothing
Frank - Greasy, goofy, and just plain makes you feel uncomfortable. Is in love with Alice
Nate - My roomate.
Jake - Matter of fact. Always planning hijinx (i never know how to spell that word)
Pete - Well, me.
I'll be sharing a scene now and then. Here's the opener
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