Less Than Nothing
Shit, it's hot. My mouth tastes like I spent last night chugging butthole. I need a drink. What time is it? I open the door of my car, this red piece of crap that I bought off of a friend for twenty bucks. The door is in utter disrepair, the previous owner before my friend must have gotten into one hell of an accident to dent the door that badly, but not too bad because the frame is in decent shape. I couldn't even inspect and insure it if I wanted to, but that would be pointless anyway since I haven't had a driver's liscense for years.
My shit mobile and myself are parked out in a state park parking lot just by the beach. I must have been staying here for something like four days now, I don't know, maybe five. The place is pretty nice in the summer, During the winter the whole place becomes little more than a ghost town, it's pretty miserable here once it starts snowing. I used to come here as a kid and catch crabs and collect snails on the rocky shore. For the past days I've been boiling those crabs in an old paint can I found that's not too rusted over an open fire. It's not too bad, I just hope the paint was lead free. I should find myself a pot one of these days.
it's also not that bad spanging on the strip. Some days you can make almost 40 dollars in just a few hours. Not that I really even need the money, there's plenty of food all over. Just what it takes to get from one place to another. I don't know where I'm going next yet. i'll probably stick around another couple days.
I met this girl Sarah here. She's from Ware or something. She lives in a van with her friend, I'm not sure if they're wanderers too or just homeless, there's really not that much of a difference. We've fooled around a little bit and I dig her but aside from that I could be gone.
The days here are lazy and for the most part we just sit on the rail along the beach and smoke cigarettes or go further from shore into the marshes to smoke weed, but you've gotta be careful about that because there are tons of environmental police everywhere and they can be real assholes.
When she's not at the van, Sarah can be a pain in the ass to find, She could be anywhere on the beach or a random bar or somebody's house or back in the marshes and sometimes it can take hours.to figure out where she is. Today isn't like that. Near the end of the strip there's an arcade and I find her sitting outside of it smoking a cigarette.
"What's up? You're up bright and early," she calls to me between drags. Sarah is a pretty looking girl. She's Columbian but she looks white with a tan. She has maybe bicep length brown hair and blue eyes. One of her canine teeth is crooked which gives her this exotic smile that turns me on.
"Yeah, as soon as the sun has been out for a couple hours my car just starts boiling, I'd rather sleep on the beach." The problem with sleeping on the beach is that it's hard to get away with because there actually are cops that drive down the beach at night in land rovers to make sure just that sort of thing doesn't happen. "Where did you sleep last night?"
"I met these kids who are renting an apartment for the month on K Street and they let me crash there, a couple of guys and one girl. They're from um... Burlington."
"That's cool, what did you guys do?"
"Not much, they have a bunch of bud from Vermont, some serious headies so we just smoked a few blunts and got drunk on whiskey." She finishes her cigarette and flicks it into the road. ""What about you?"
"I got a bottle of rum and went out to one of the piers to go fishing. I must have been pretty drunk because I don't remember going to sleep and I'm out of rum, which sucks." I lament, still trying to recall the previous night. "Wanna come with me to get a soda?"
"Sure," Sarah agrees, standing up. She's wearing tight blue jeans with pictures and writing in marker all over them and a grey tanktop, no bra. She gives me a hug and the tank top is so thin I can feel her nipples pressing up against my chest. I kiss her on the mouth and she returns it, then she smiles and we start walking toward the cheap convenience store near the other end of the strip where there are less tourists.
"I think I'm gonna leave soon, I have a lot of money from spanging the past few days, and I want to be further south by fall." I tell her, taking her by the hand. She stops briefly, holding me in place for a moment and looks me in the eyes, then continues walking. "You can come if you want," I offer.
I really would like for her to come with me, it's good to have someone to travel with, the road can be lonely. It would be nice to have a girl around too, it's not always easy to meet someone when they know you're not planning on sticking around. But sometimes I like being alone with my own thoughts and not having to worry about anyone but myself. Sometimes it's easier that way.
"I can't, Sean, I have to stay with Rob, he has all my stuff in the van and your little car is barely big enough for yourself," she sighs, squeezing my hand. "Where are you going to go?"
"I don't know, it doesn't really matter. I just can't hang around here all summer. I'll stagnate," I tell her. I think I've said that a million times. I've been wandering for three years now, here and there, and eventually all the places end up looking the same, and there's no real change. Or maybe I'm not looking hard enough.
Sarah doesn't say anything in response and we walk for another couple blocks until we break off from the strip and head toward the store. "Do you want anything?" I ask her, she shakes her head no. So I go to the back of the store and grab a litre of Mountain Dew, and then I decide to get a couple forties also. I pay for them and we walk out. "Where do you wanna go drink these?" I ask her
"I don't know, do you remember that kid Pete who was here a few days ago? I don't think that place has been rented out again yet, we could always use the back porch," she suggests, but she seems sullen. I'll miss her.
The "place" she's talking about is a small two room cottage which are popular here. It's not much bigger than a shed and it stands three feet above the ground on cinder blocks. We crack open the forties and sit in silence drinking and smoking cigarettes for about ten minutes or so, and then Sarah finally says, "You couldn't stay a little longer?"
"Not really, no, a couple of days doesn't make any real difference anyway, I'm sorry, i shouldn't have told you,"I apologize, trying ineffectively to shrug off the melancholy that has infected us.
"It makes a difference to me," she retorted sadly. "And what do you mean 'shouldn't have told' me? I have the right to know!"
"I know... but, listen let's just enjoy the time we have..."
"I thought time made no difference?" she quips, cutting me off.
"Come on, lay off. You could always just come you know," I say defensively
"I don't think so, why don't you just leave right now!" she yells at me and storms off around the house and down the road. I try to call after her but I know it's no use and she's already made her decision. She left half a forty so I drink them both. I really should just go. There's nothing here for me now. She knew I was going to leave from the minute she met me, and she's still pissed about it. Whatever. You can't change history.
I'm not that drunk when I rev the engine to the car. If I go south it will be more likely that I'll get pulled over because of the traffic so I figure I'll head west. It's about two and a half hours to cross the straight unless I head northwest into the country, which is about 3 or 3 and a half hours through the mountains, but that sounds good to me.
It's been awhile since I've gone hiking and this is the time to do it if any. I've still got a hiking backpack I bought a couple summers ago from an Army-Navy Surplus Store in the trunk of my car with plenty of supplies in it, I could probably make it a week or so then come out and head south.
Before I leave town I need to run some errands. I stop at the Army-Navy Surplus Store where I buy a mess kit and a hunting knife. I consider buying some C-Rations but they are expensive and larger than I can use. After the Army-Navy I stop at a grovery store by the highway onramp to pick up some a ten pound bag of enriched white rice, two peppered salami logs, several cans of assorted vegetables, and I have just enough room left over in my pack for a family sized jar of peanut butter. That should be enough to last awhile, but I only have fifty dollars left afterward for gas and to resupply.
It's about noon by the time I leave the beach, and the country along the highway will be vacant for an hour and a half or so until I reach the Capital. I'll stop there and see what's good. I used to buy cocaine and ecstacy from a girl I knew there when I was younger but we had a falling out some years back,. She ripped me off too many times and eventually she got what was coming to her. I think she's doing time for traffickng now.
In the Capital I stop at Eagle Square. A bunch of rats hang out here everyday along the fountain. All of our conversations revolve around drugs and the girls we've slept with or who we'd like to sleep with. I don't really know anyone here these days except for Bacon Bits. His name comes from his massive addiction to drugs. He always talks slow and airey like he's desperately fumbling over his own conciousness.
Bacon Bits tells me that he found a patch of Fly Agarics in the woods on the opposite side of town that he's been drying for the past couple of days. "I can sell you an eighth for ten dollars," he says. Fly Agarics mess with your depth perception so things that are far away look close or things that are close look far away like a side view mirror. They can also make things look larger or smaller, the mushrooms Alice ate in Alice In Wonderland were Fly Agarics.
"Those aren't worth anything, once a bought an ounce from Iamshaman.com and ate the whole thing and it did jack shit," I refuse. In fact, the only thing that was good about that purchase was the free Salvia 10x that I got from it. Though I don't really like Salvia so I gave it to my friend Adam who mixed it with Green Apple Puckers and used a turkey baster to squirt it up his ass. I wasn't there but apparently he got pretty fucked up.
"Well what kind were they?" he asks me, still pressing the issue.
"The red kind, one cap must have been a quarter itself," I describe to him.
"Well that's the problem, man, mushrooms are like strawberries, the smaller they are the sweeter they are, plus I have the white ones, not the red," he says.
"I still don't trust it," I tell him. This square is infamous for quick hustles, kids sell bad drugs to get good drugs or they just take your money and disappear for awhile. It's a shady practice and you're an easy target if you're not there a lot or just dumb.
"Well just try them out, once you eat them you won't be disappointed, if they work you pay if they don't then whatever," he pushes.
"Fine," I agree, even though I don't really have the money to drop, I know that I really don't have anything to lose. He tells me we have to walk to this apartment he's crashing at about a half hour away. On the way there we meet up with Adam, his girlfriend lives almost directly across from the square, and he's been staying there for some time working at her mother's restaurant. He was going to the liquor store to pick up some Kettle One, that's his poison. He decides to tag along and we all head over.
On the way we jay-walk across a busy intersection and a cop stops us because he recognizes Bacon Bits and thinks he's carrying drugs, which is a pretty apt decision on his part but this time it's not true. When the cop ID's us all I give him my brother's name and birth date because I try to never carry my own identification on me, I prefer to stay invisible. It wouldn't really fuck over my brother anyway, he's a good kid and never comes up here. Meanwhile, I don't want to run up a record.
Eventually, the cop lets us off with a stern warning and by the time we make it to the apartment it's dusk. The place looks like little more than a squat. There's trash everywhere and scattered belongings but nothing of any real value. A couple of kids are over there but I don't catch any of their names. They have a 20 pack of Bud Light bottles and Adam and I sit on the porch drinking while Bacon Bits grabs the shrooms.
When he gives me the shrooms I convince Adam to split them with me, which is hard because he doesn't really do drugs, he's insane enough as it is. The only drugs he really does are speed and alcohol. So we all sit on the porch drinking beer to try to get the shrooms down, they taste like cardboard that's been sitting in a dumpster for a week. Trust me, I know.
The shrooms never kick in, as I expected, but Bacon Bit's roommate throws Adam and I a 20 millegram Adderall a piece. We snort them off of a Deep Dish CD and head out. Bacon Bits stays at the apartment to kill the beers, so Adam and I head over to the liquor store about 8 blocks away but the speed has got us hyped and we are running all over the street kicking over trash cans and balancing ourselves on the ledges around the buildings.
We pick up the bottle at the store and start taking swigs as we walk down the street back to Adam's girlfriend's apartment. Along the way I get the bright idea to smash the window of a closed restaurant but the alarm goes off so Adam and I book it across the street and down a hill to the train yard. All of the trains are covered in graffiti from the street kids in the area and we drop into a dusty coal cart that's more like a brig for awhile while taking shots.
We get out of the brig and head back to the street. Along the way we meet a long haired kid wearing a black leather trench coat and matching cowboy hat. He calls himself Raven. He tells us about scaling the buildings of the city and asks us if we know Bacon Bits. We tell him the adventures of the night.
"Yeah, you shouldn't listen to him, he's the worst," he says as he finds a dead yellow bird on the sidewalk, bites it's head off and spits it into the window of a Domino's Pizza.
"That must have been delicious," I say, sarcastically. Adam laughs.
"I've had better," Raven admits with a smile.
We split off from Raven when we all reach the square. Adam and I go to Megan's apartment down the street. It's in another square with other restaurants. We let ourselves in and when we ascend the stairs to the door Megan is sitting in the living room working on a painting.in front of the television. I haven't seen her in awhile. A few years back when her and Adam were split I went to Las Vegas with her mother and a couple of guys she knows. Las Vegas sucks to go to if you can't drink or gamble. I spent the entire time walking up and down the strip collecting the cards of hookers until I got a pretty formidable collection. It is my recomendaation to never go there unless you have a suitcase full of drugs. Megan's mother is a complete fag hag who only hangs out with gay dudes. Then she gets upset when they don't want a relationship with her, I really don't understand people at all.
"Oh, hey," Megan greets me with a hug. "I was wondering where Adam's been for all this time."
"We had a little run in with the law, but it's fine," I admit to her.
"What are you doing up here?" she asks me.
"Just passing through, I'm going to the mountains," I tell her. She says nothing and returns to the couch to work on her painting. She's not that great of an artist, what she's working on is an impressionist style piece of a melting city, but her blending is way off and her line quality is too structured for the effect she's going for.
"Do you want a drink?" Adam asks.
"Yeah," I accept but Megan merely shakes her head. She can be really quiet because she's so into her own world and she's hard to get to know, but I've known her for awhile so I don't mind her seeming aloofness.
Adam pours us the drinks and mixes the vodka with lime juice and seltzer. I don't really like seltzer, but at the same time I really don't care either.
"What do you wanna do?" Adam asks me because we've been sitting in silence for about ten minutes just drinking.
"I don't know, I'm kind of hungry," I tell him. I haven't eaten anything but mushrooms all day, I'm used to eating once a day but my one meal is usually slightly more substantial than that.
"We can probably get food from the restaurant now," Megan suggests. "Mum doesn't care as long as it's not busy."
In the restaurant I drink two Sam Adams and order a swordfish steak. Her mother is happy to see me and she offers that I stay there for a couple of days, which works for me I guess. It's not like I have any real plans. When we leave the restaurant we go back upstairs and finish the vodka. Adam then tells me that he has to go see his mother tonight and I bid him farewell.
My shit mobile and myself are parked out in a state park parking lot just by the beach. I must have been staying here for something like four days now, I don't know, maybe five. The place is pretty nice in the summer, During the winter the whole place becomes little more than a ghost town, it's pretty miserable here once it starts snowing. I used to come here as a kid and catch crabs and collect snails on the rocky shore. For the past days I've been boiling those crabs in an old paint can I found that's not too rusted over an open fire. It's not too bad, I just hope the paint was lead free. I should find myself a pot one of these days.
it's also not that bad spanging on the strip. Some days you can make almost 40 dollars in just a few hours. Not that I really even need the money, there's plenty of food all over. Just what it takes to get from one place to another. I don't know where I'm going next yet. i'll probably stick around another couple days.
I met this girl Sarah here. She's from Ware or something. She lives in a van with her friend, I'm not sure if they're wanderers too or just homeless, there's really not that much of a difference. We've fooled around a little bit and I dig her but aside from that I could be gone.
The days here are lazy and for the most part we just sit on the rail along the beach and smoke cigarettes or go further from shore into the marshes to smoke weed, but you've gotta be careful about that because there are tons of environmental police everywhere and they can be real assholes.
When she's not at the van, Sarah can be a pain in the ass to find, She could be anywhere on the beach or a random bar or somebody's house or back in the marshes and sometimes it can take hours.to figure out where she is. Today isn't like that. Near the end of the strip there's an arcade and I find her sitting outside of it smoking a cigarette.
"What's up? You're up bright and early," she calls to me between drags. Sarah is a pretty looking girl. She's Columbian but she looks white with a tan. She has maybe bicep length brown hair and blue eyes. One of her canine teeth is crooked which gives her this exotic smile that turns me on.
"Yeah, as soon as the sun has been out for a couple hours my car just starts boiling, I'd rather sleep on the beach." The problem with sleeping on the beach is that it's hard to get away with because there actually are cops that drive down the beach at night in land rovers to make sure just that sort of thing doesn't happen. "Where did you sleep last night?"
"I met these kids who are renting an apartment for the month on K Street and they let me crash there, a couple of guys and one girl. They're from um... Burlington."
"That's cool, what did you guys do?"
"Not much, they have a bunch of bud from Vermont, some serious headies so we just smoked a few blunts and got drunk on whiskey." She finishes her cigarette and flicks it into the road. ""What about you?"
"I got a bottle of rum and went out to one of the piers to go fishing. I must have been pretty drunk because I don't remember going to sleep and I'm out of rum, which sucks." I lament, still trying to recall the previous night. "Wanna come with me to get a soda?"
"Sure," Sarah agrees, standing up. She's wearing tight blue jeans with pictures and writing in marker all over them and a grey tanktop, no bra. She gives me a hug and the tank top is so thin I can feel her nipples pressing up against my chest. I kiss her on the mouth and she returns it, then she smiles and we start walking toward the cheap convenience store near the other end of the strip where there are less tourists.
"I think I'm gonna leave soon, I have a lot of money from spanging the past few days, and I want to be further south by fall." I tell her, taking her by the hand. She stops briefly, holding me in place for a moment and looks me in the eyes, then continues walking. "You can come if you want," I offer.
I really would like for her to come with me, it's good to have someone to travel with, the road can be lonely. It would be nice to have a girl around too, it's not always easy to meet someone when they know you're not planning on sticking around. But sometimes I like being alone with my own thoughts and not having to worry about anyone but myself. Sometimes it's easier that way.
"I can't, Sean, I have to stay with Rob, he has all my stuff in the van and your little car is barely big enough for yourself," she sighs, squeezing my hand. "Where are you going to go?"
"I don't know, it doesn't really matter. I just can't hang around here all summer. I'll stagnate," I tell her. I think I've said that a million times. I've been wandering for three years now, here and there, and eventually all the places end up looking the same, and there's no real change. Or maybe I'm not looking hard enough.
Sarah doesn't say anything in response and we walk for another couple blocks until we break off from the strip and head toward the store. "Do you want anything?" I ask her, she shakes her head no. So I go to the back of the store and grab a litre of Mountain Dew, and then I decide to get a couple forties also. I pay for them and we walk out. "Where do you wanna go drink these?" I ask her
"I don't know, do you remember that kid Pete who was here a few days ago? I don't think that place has been rented out again yet, we could always use the back porch," she suggests, but she seems sullen. I'll miss her.
The "place" she's talking about is a small two room cottage which are popular here. It's not much bigger than a shed and it stands three feet above the ground on cinder blocks. We crack open the forties and sit in silence drinking and smoking cigarettes for about ten minutes or so, and then Sarah finally says, "You couldn't stay a little longer?"
"Not really, no, a couple of days doesn't make any real difference anyway, I'm sorry, i shouldn't have told you,"I apologize, trying ineffectively to shrug off the melancholy that has infected us.
"It makes a difference to me," she retorted sadly. "And what do you mean 'shouldn't have told' me? I have the right to know!"
"I know... but, listen let's just enjoy the time we have..."
"I thought time made no difference?" she quips, cutting me off.
"Come on, lay off. You could always just come you know," I say defensively
"I don't think so, why don't you just leave right now!" she yells at me and storms off around the house and down the road. I try to call after her but I know it's no use and she's already made her decision. She left half a forty so I drink them both. I really should just go. There's nothing here for me now. She knew I was going to leave from the minute she met me, and she's still pissed about it. Whatever. You can't change history.
I'm not that drunk when I rev the engine to the car. If I go south it will be more likely that I'll get pulled over because of the traffic so I figure I'll head west. It's about two and a half hours to cross the straight unless I head northwest into the country, which is about 3 or 3 and a half hours through the mountains, but that sounds good to me.
It's been awhile since I've gone hiking and this is the time to do it if any. I've still got a hiking backpack I bought a couple summers ago from an Army-Navy Surplus Store in the trunk of my car with plenty of supplies in it, I could probably make it a week or so then come out and head south.
Before I leave town I need to run some errands. I stop at the Army-Navy Surplus Store where I buy a mess kit and a hunting knife. I consider buying some C-Rations but they are expensive and larger than I can use. After the Army-Navy I stop at a grovery store by the highway onramp to pick up some a ten pound bag of enriched white rice, two peppered salami logs, several cans of assorted vegetables, and I have just enough room left over in my pack for a family sized jar of peanut butter. That should be enough to last awhile, but I only have fifty dollars left afterward for gas and to resupply.
It's about noon by the time I leave the beach, and the country along the highway will be vacant for an hour and a half or so until I reach the Capital. I'll stop there and see what's good. I used to buy cocaine and ecstacy from a girl I knew there when I was younger but we had a falling out some years back,. She ripped me off too many times and eventually she got what was coming to her. I think she's doing time for traffickng now.
In the Capital I stop at Eagle Square. A bunch of rats hang out here everyday along the fountain. All of our conversations revolve around drugs and the girls we've slept with or who we'd like to sleep with. I don't really know anyone here these days except for Bacon Bits. His name comes from his massive addiction to drugs. He always talks slow and airey like he's desperately fumbling over his own conciousness.
Bacon Bits tells me that he found a patch of Fly Agarics in the woods on the opposite side of town that he's been drying for the past couple of days. "I can sell you an eighth for ten dollars," he says. Fly Agarics mess with your depth perception so things that are far away look close or things that are close look far away like a side view mirror. They can also make things look larger or smaller, the mushrooms Alice ate in Alice In Wonderland were Fly Agarics.
"Those aren't worth anything, once a bought an ounce from Iamshaman.com and ate the whole thing and it did jack shit," I refuse. In fact, the only thing that was good about that purchase was the free Salvia 10x that I got from it. Though I don't really like Salvia so I gave it to my friend Adam who mixed it with Green Apple Puckers and used a turkey baster to squirt it up his ass. I wasn't there but apparently he got pretty fucked up.
"Well what kind were they?" he asks me, still pressing the issue.
"The red kind, one cap must have been a quarter itself," I describe to him.
"Well that's the problem, man, mushrooms are like strawberries, the smaller they are the sweeter they are, plus I have the white ones, not the red," he says.
"I still don't trust it," I tell him. This square is infamous for quick hustles, kids sell bad drugs to get good drugs or they just take your money and disappear for awhile. It's a shady practice and you're an easy target if you're not there a lot or just dumb.
"Well just try them out, once you eat them you won't be disappointed, if they work you pay if they don't then whatever," he pushes.
"Fine," I agree, even though I don't really have the money to drop, I know that I really don't have anything to lose. He tells me we have to walk to this apartment he's crashing at about a half hour away. On the way there we meet up with Adam, his girlfriend lives almost directly across from the square, and he's been staying there for some time working at her mother's restaurant. He was going to the liquor store to pick up some Kettle One, that's his poison. He decides to tag along and we all head over.
On the way we jay-walk across a busy intersection and a cop stops us because he recognizes Bacon Bits and thinks he's carrying drugs, which is a pretty apt decision on his part but this time it's not true. When the cop ID's us all I give him my brother's name and birth date because I try to never carry my own identification on me, I prefer to stay invisible. It wouldn't really fuck over my brother anyway, he's a good kid and never comes up here. Meanwhile, I don't want to run up a record.
Eventually, the cop lets us off with a stern warning and by the time we make it to the apartment it's dusk. The place looks like little more than a squat. There's trash everywhere and scattered belongings but nothing of any real value. A couple of kids are over there but I don't catch any of their names. They have a 20 pack of Bud Light bottles and Adam and I sit on the porch drinking while Bacon Bits grabs the shrooms.
When he gives me the shrooms I convince Adam to split them with me, which is hard because he doesn't really do drugs, he's insane enough as it is. The only drugs he really does are speed and alcohol. So we all sit on the porch drinking beer to try to get the shrooms down, they taste like cardboard that's been sitting in a dumpster for a week. Trust me, I know.
The shrooms never kick in, as I expected, but Bacon Bit's roommate throws Adam and I a 20 millegram Adderall a piece. We snort them off of a Deep Dish CD and head out. Bacon Bits stays at the apartment to kill the beers, so Adam and I head over to the liquor store about 8 blocks away but the speed has got us hyped and we are running all over the street kicking over trash cans and balancing ourselves on the ledges around the buildings.
We pick up the bottle at the store and start taking swigs as we walk down the street back to Adam's girlfriend's apartment. Along the way I get the bright idea to smash the window of a closed restaurant but the alarm goes off so Adam and I book it across the street and down a hill to the train yard. All of the trains are covered in graffiti from the street kids in the area and we drop into a dusty coal cart that's more like a brig for awhile while taking shots.
We get out of the brig and head back to the street. Along the way we meet a long haired kid wearing a black leather trench coat and matching cowboy hat. He calls himself Raven. He tells us about scaling the buildings of the city and asks us if we know Bacon Bits. We tell him the adventures of the night.
"Yeah, you shouldn't listen to him, he's the worst," he says as he finds a dead yellow bird on the sidewalk, bites it's head off and spits it into the window of a Domino's Pizza.
"That must have been delicious," I say, sarcastically. Adam laughs.
"I've had better," Raven admits with a smile.
We split off from Raven when we all reach the square. Adam and I go to Megan's apartment down the street. It's in another square with other restaurants. We let ourselves in and when we ascend the stairs to the door Megan is sitting in the living room working on a painting.in front of the television. I haven't seen her in awhile. A few years back when her and Adam were split I went to Las Vegas with her mother and a couple of guys she knows. Las Vegas sucks to go to if you can't drink or gamble. I spent the entire time walking up and down the strip collecting the cards of hookers until I got a pretty formidable collection. It is my recomendaation to never go there unless you have a suitcase full of drugs. Megan's mother is a complete fag hag who only hangs out with gay dudes. Then she gets upset when they don't want a relationship with her, I really don't understand people at all.
"Oh, hey," Megan greets me with a hug. "I was wondering where Adam's been for all this time."
"We had a little run in with the law, but it's fine," I admit to her.
"What are you doing up here?" she asks me.
"Just passing through, I'm going to the mountains," I tell her. She says nothing and returns to the couch to work on her painting. She's not that great of an artist, what she's working on is an impressionist style piece of a melting city, but her blending is way off and her line quality is too structured for the effect she's going for.
"Do you want a drink?" Adam asks.
"Yeah," I accept but Megan merely shakes her head. She can be really quiet because she's so into her own world and she's hard to get to know, but I've known her for awhile so I don't mind her seeming aloofness.
Adam pours us the drinks and mixes the vodka with lime juice and seltzer. I don't really like seltzer, but at the same time I really don't care either.
"What do you wanna do?" Adam asks me because we've been sitting in silence for about ten minutes just drinking.
"I don't know, I'm kind of hungry," I tell him. I haven't eaten anything but mushrooms all day, I'm used to eating once a day but my one meal is usually slightly more substantial than that.
"We can probably get food from the restaurant now," Megan suggests. "Mum doesn't care as long as it's not busy."
In the restaurant I drink two Sam Adams and order a swordfish steak. Her mother is happy to see me and she offers that I stay there for a couple of days, which works for me I guess. It's not like I have any real plans. When we leave the restaurant we go back upstairs and finish the vodka. Adam then tells me that he has to go see his mother tonight and I bid him farewell.