Bits of phrases here and there unravel and meet my ears without significance.
“This band is awesome, i took my- Spiders and space, like bowie- Did you hear about the fire you know apparently there is an arsonist- dude, there is a gas station around the corner, it’s just around the corner!” This place is too crowded. I cannot breathe with the myriad of moronic blab going on around me.
Have fun, eventually you are going to have to go home and face what you have done.
Hardly a day has gone by where i am sober. Drugs, alcohol, sex with strangers. It’s stupid fun. Not even real. I miss Daniel. I don’t miss what he is going to do when he finds out. There goes my phone, it’s probably him-
“Hello? I can’t hear you i’m in a crowd of idiots, I SAID I’M IN A CROWD OF IDIOTS!” The guy beside me gives me a dirty look. “HOLD ON, I’M GOING OUTSIDE.”
“I don’t want you back here, David. You are a disaster. All you do is ruin things.”
“I know, i’m so sorry. I will come back for my things friday. I really am sorry, it hurts so much. I seriously haven’t eaten in three days.”
“…Goodbye dude.”
Today is dark. The sun will rise tomorrow but it’s a false hope.
Must stay away from everything i could ruin. I must leave.
The bus station is a hard place. The walls are covered in missing people fliers and there is a somewhat brutal looking on duty cop with her arms crossed, looking at me with great dislike. I already gave away a ton of money to strangers looking for “bus fare” home. It’s something to do with a seemingly endless inability to say no.
“So, where are you headed?”
I turn around and meet Alexa for the second time. She looks fantastic with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, a knapsack, and a very interesting maroon colored corduroy jacket. She’s standing in the doorway to the station.
“Oh, shit. er, hello, i mean.”
She giggled and walked towards me, kind of bouncing as she went, her knapsack doing the same. She’s beyond adorable this way.
“Um, well, i’m going to… I don’t know yet. Away.”
“Really? Me too!”
She is smiling at me and i’m thrilled to be here, alive, again.
“So, where are we going?” She asks.
“We?”
“Well, yeah, if we are going away, we might as well do it together.”
“I don’t think that’d be such a good idea.”
“Why, do you think you’ll get fucked up and have sex with someone I love? Look, fine, you’re dark and moody and careless. You have too much fun and you hurt people. I think you’re a nice guy though at heart. A little stupid, at times, but good.”
“You don’t know me at all actually, we met a day ago.”
“Yeah, i’m a quick judge. Anyway, where are we going?”
“Wyoming.”
“Okay, that sounds fun!”
“Does it? It was just the first thing that came to mind.”
Everything is sliding down, slithering and scorching the pipe as it crawls into the weird. The weird and adventurous underground of love and travel. Here we go, Weird.
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