“You mean it? I can really go?”
“Your father and I talked about it and I’m not going to pretend we were too keen on the idea to start with, but I think we’ve both realized that you’ve grown up and what ever might happen away for the weekend could happen here at home,” she said. “Or I guess I should probably say has already happened.” Continue reading
You know what? I don’t even hardly hang around with no one that I used to anymore. It’s weird. I really kinda don’t even feel like I ever even did. They are all real concerned with themselves, y’know? Continue reading
When I got home, my mom was sitting at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette. I walked, grabbed a cigarette for myself and sat down.
“I was beginning to worry about you.”
“I’m sorry I’m so late, but we were really having a good time, and it took us a while to get home.”
“Does he live far?” Continue reading
He picked me up and walked into his bedroom. He had a blue light bulb screwed into the light fixture, and his whole room was bathed in a soft, blue light. He laid me down on his bed – a water bed – and laid down beside me. Continue reading
I got home and found my mother in the kitchen.
“Guess what happened.”
“What?”
“I said guess.”
“Give me a hint.”
“Nope, you’ve got 30 seconds to guess.”
I lit a cigarette while I waited.
“I suppose I can rule out that you quit smoking,” she said. Continue reading
Paula and I cruised along the freeway on the way to the beach, it wasn’t a very nice day, kind of cloudy and breezy, but we’d bought kites and wanted to fly them.
We were starting to wonder about the weather, it looked as if it might rain, not the best conditions for kite flying. I rolled down the window a bit to see how cold it was outside, it was then that I noticed the guy in the car next to us. Continue reading
Soon after the night we played our little game, Steve and Paula stopped seeing each other.
“Did you break up with him or did he break up with you?” I asked here the next day during lunch.
“Neither of us made it, like, official. He just started being a real ass after that night.” Continue reading
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