Another "Adventure"
In my house, it takes a lot of bitching before a resolution can be established for even the simplest problems. Last night I told Valerie about my friends' plans for this afternoon and she said she'd be more than happy to give me a ride over. This morning she starts a fight over this claim and decides to threaten me instead. She insists that her schedule is so important that she can't take out less than an hour to take me to Clay's, and this would've been fine if she hadn't been nasty about it. When she eventually took me out, she made insulting remarks about Clay and acted as if she couldn't wait to get rid of me.
Of course I wouldn't be getting a ride home from her, so Zac and I had to memorize my dad's cellphone number for later. We arrived late due to her bickering, as usual; we found Clay and Nick sitting around Star Wars Monopoly waiting impatiently for us. As soon as we got settled, however, we were out the door and down the corner. Imagine the four of us bored stiff on a free Monday searching suburban wasteland for a little excitement. All we wanted was a way to unleash our teenage frustration in whatever lunatic ways we found appropriate. All of us, maybe except for Zac. He clearly wasn't in the mood for any of our shenanigans from the start. He would have rather been at home at his computer, recording songs about owls or outer space, not playing in piles of debris.
Zac's mood shifted toward the good as the day went on. He accepted the idea that we were being purposely irresponsible and joined in. Upon finding a pile of broken glass in the middle of a neglected street he expressed enthusiasm: "Oh sweet, now all we need are some illicit substances". Nick and Clay's first reaction to the glass heap was to walk across it barefoot. Foreseeing more minor injuries ahead, we then explored a field of abandoned junk -- a myriad of car parts, busted kitchen appliances, furniture, and other treasures all in our reach. Being such a bunch of little bastards, we used this garbage not to create, but to bash each other over the head with. Yeah, we made worse of the mess we discovered like good Americans.
Not unlike our last "adventure" we chased each other around in the woods screaming in vulgar tongues. This time there was just more sand, less foliage, and double the bad references ("Where's John Locke, guys?"). Faux-drama is never far when we're on foot neither. After a bit o' laying in the murderous sun Zac and the Wild Rose ran toward each other full-speed, then toppled into the dirt. Exhausted groans of glory! A shattered mirror! An urgent yell for Clay's sister to stop her goddamned car and give us a ride back! It's a good thing we spotted her when we did or more bushmen might have died. It sure saved me some whining, too. Olivia looked rather frightened to have a bundle of dirty sweaty dudes smashed into her back seat without a when, why, or how.
There was still some epinephrine seething inside of me when we got back to the house. I drank four cups of water in 5 minutes. The guys decided to take advantage of the swimming pool in their equal hype and have a dip. Water is too wet for me, so I just observed their frivolity as always. Once again it was good to feel like real friends. We can laugh at one another as well as ourselves, we can not only tolerate but accept, and we can speak freely if we like. I've been waiting a long time to have a group of friends like this. As only an early tet, we are not free of tensions, but we make do. I would also like to mention: Nick + flippers = a hilarious sight, Zac + wet hair = also hilarious, and Clay + scuba knife = risky business.
When Nick left, the rest of us sat around in dim light for awhile, casually talking. That was nice as well. Clay was greatly hospitable and made sure we had something to eat after all the craziness. He let us hang out in his cozy little room while we waited for my dad to come get us. I felt relieved, maybe even at peace. Coming home I still felt that way. Hey, even now. After an outing I tend to feel pleased, disappointed, or somewhere in between. This time I'm simply thankful that such an event could go on in my presence, no matter how silly it was most of the time. I have some good guys here.
Of course I wouldn't be getting a ride home from her, so Zac and I had to memorize my dad's cellphone number for later. We arrived late due to her bickering, as usual; we found Clay and Nick sitting around Star Wars Monopoly waiting impatiently for us. As soon as we got settled, however, we were out the door and down the corner. Imagine the four of us bored stiff on a free Monday searching suburban wasteland for a little excitement. All we wanted was a way to unleash our teenage frustration in whatever lunatic ways we found appropriate. All of us, maybe except for Zac. He clearly wasn't in the mood for any of our shenanigans from the start. He would have rather been at home at his computer, recording songs about owls or outer space, not playing in piles of debris.
Zac's mood shifted toward the good as the day went on. He accepted the idea that we were being purposely irresponsible and joined in. Upon finding a pile of broken glass in the middle of a neglected street he expressed enthusiasm: "Oh sweet, now all we need are some illicit substances". Nick and Clay's first reaction to the glass heap was to walk across it barefoot. Foreseeing more minor injuries ahead, we then explored a field of abandoned junk -- a myriad of car parts, busted kitchen appliances, furniture, and other treasures all in our reach. Being such a bunch of little bastards, we used this garbage not to create, but to bash each other over the head with. Yeah, we made worse of the mess we discovered like good Americans.
Not unlike our last "adventure" we chased each other around in the woods screaming in vulgar tongues. This time there was just more sand, less foliage, and double the bad references ("Where's John Locke, guys?"). Faux-drama is never far when we're on foot neither. After a bit o' laying in the murderous sun Zac and the Wild Rose ran toward each other full-speed, then toppled into the dirt. Exhausted groans of glory! A shattered mirror! An urgent yell for Clay's sister to stop her goddamned car and give us a ride back! It's a good thing we spotted her when we did or more bushmen might have died. It sure saved me some whining, too. Olivia looked rather frightened to have a bundle of dirty sweaty dudes smashed into her back seat without a when, why, or how.
There was still some epinephrine seething inside of me when we got back to the house. I drank four cups of water in 5 minutes. The guys decided to take advantage of the swimming pool in their equal hype and have a dip. Water is too wet for me, so I just observed their frivolity as always. Once again it was good to feel like real friends. We can laugh at one another as well as ourselves, we can not only tolerate but accept, and we can speak freely if we like. I've been waiting a long time to have a group of friends like this. As only an early tet, we are not free of tensions, but we make do. I would also like to mention: Nick + flippers = a hilarious sight, Zac + wet hair = also hilarious, and Clay + scuba knife = risky business.
When Nick left, the rest of us sat around in dim light for awhile, casually talking. That was nice as well. Clay was greatly hospitable and made sure we had something to eat after all the craziness. He let us hang out in his cozy little room while we waited for my dad to come get us. I felt relieved, maybe even at peace. Coming home I still felt that way. Hey, even now. After an outing I tend to feel pleased, disappointed, or somewhere in between. This time I'm simply thankful that such an event could go on in my presence, no matter how silly it was most of the time. I have some good guys here.