Moving!
Sam sat with Dave, Lee, and Carter after practice. He was on his second rolling rock, a futile attempt in cooling down on the grueling night. Carter was angry with him for refusing to let Bobby watch them practice and all the gin Carter was drinking wasn’t helping his mood. Sam didn’t care though; the scamp would be no where him when we was practicing music. That little basement on Blecher st was his haven and he refused to let the boy he hated so much penetrate it. For once Lee and Dave agreed with him. 3 new songs were written that night, Melting Leather, Jimmy’s Wheels, and Markup for Love. It had been a successful night and now it was time to celebrate. Sam was feeling pretty relaxed and figured he’d tell his friends his news.
“Hey guess what, I’m moving out of my shithole.” Sam said. Lee patted his back and Dave grinned. Carter looked like he was either stoned or pissed off but that was pretty much the Carter Cruz neutral look. All 3 men should have been happy for Sam, his apartment if you call the postage stamped size studio he’d been renting an apartment, was not much. It had pretty much consisted of his bed, a toilet and a dorm sized refrigerator. Still it was all Sam had needed, the price had been right, and he kind of liked it. He had been comfortable there but the idea of living with his new friend was appealing, and he had practically jumped at the offer.
“Good, your place sucks,” Lee said. “Where you moving ta ?”
“I’m moving in with Izzy, in her condo over by Columbia’s campus.”
Carter rolled his eyes. “She does know you’re gay doesn’t she?”
“Of course she does, Car. What the hell?”
“Just saying. You’re a good looking guy, maybe she’s anti gay and trying to convert.”
“What’s wrong with you man? Her brother is gay. She just needed a roommate and I needed a place. She’s a good friend, it’s a good match.”
“Uh huh. That’s why she’s always at our shows.” Sam looked at the guitarist with pure rage. He couldn’t believe what Carter was saying. Sensing his anger, Dave put his hand on Sam’s shoulder and shot a look at Lee. Lee finally spoke up.
“Uh, Car,” Lee said. “Bobby comes to way more of our shows than Izzy does, I think you’re drunk.”
“No way,” Carter slurred. “I’m completely sober. And don’t compare that stupid girl with my Bobby. “
“That’s it,” Sam said angrily. He needed the music but he didn’t need this. He took his guitar and his shoulder bag and stormed out into the city. He and Carter would make up eventually but they’d never be friends again.
“Hey guess what, I’m moving out of my shithole.” Sam said. Lee patted his back and Dave grinned. Carter looked like he was either stoned or pissed off but that was pretty much the Carter Cruz neutral look. All 3 men should have been happy for Sam, his apartment if you call the postage stamped size studio he’d been renting an apartment, was not much. It had pretty much consisted of his bed, a toilet and a dorm sized refrigerator. Still it was all Sam had needed, the price had been right, and he kind of liked it. He had been comfortable there but the idea of living with his new friend was appealing, and he had practically jumped at the offer.
“Good, your place sucks,” Lee said. “Where you moving ta ?”
“I’m moving in with Izzy, in her condo over by Columbia’s campus.”
Carter rolled his eyes. “She does know you’re gay doesn’t she?”
“Of course she does, Car. What the hell?”
“Just saying. You’re a good looking guy, maybe she’s anti gay and trying to convert.”
“What’s wrong with you man? Her brother is gay. She just needed a roommate and I needed a place. She’s a good friend, it’s a good match.”
“Uh huh. That’s why she’s always at our shows.” Sam looked at the guitarist with pure rage. He couldn’t believe what Carter was saying. Sensing his anger, Dave put his hand on Sam’s shoulder and shot a look at Lee. Lee finally spoke up.
“Uh, Car,” Lee said. “Bobby comes to way more of our shows than Izzy does, I think you’re drunk.”
“No way,” Carter slurred. “I’m completely sober. And don’t compare that stupid girl with my Bobby. “
“That’s it,” Sam said angrily. He needed the music but he didn’t need this. He took his guitar and his shoulder bag and stormed out into the city. He and Carter would make up eventually but they’d never be friends again.