No winter wind shall chill my soul
It really wasn't that fuckin' bad here. Plenty to eat, warm and sunny weather, a beach, and best of all? He didn't have to work. Dodge hardly knew what to do with himself most days. He'd poked around and found that there was a lot he could do. He could play basketball. He could play video games. There were books. And there was a playground, which he liked. It wasn't as good as the one outside Bill and Nancy's but it was pretty fuckin' great. He was having a nice time on the island mostly because a lot of it just rolled on by. It was morning then afternoon and then night. He rose late after sleeping hard. He didn't do a damned thing but what made him happy and right now that was swinging and smoking.
Dodge sat on the swings and went back and forth slowly, a cigarette fit casually between his lips. Maybe later he'd go in the kitchen and find something to eat. Maybe later he'd go watch TV downstairs where he could almost always find an episode of You Can't Do That On Television. Maybe later he'd go crawl into bed and sleep hard and deep. Maybe later he'd get the balls to go see House. He'd been avoiding the doctor to keep from feeling like he owed him something-- which he did. Maybe later he'd take care of that. Maybe later he'd forget all about it and smoke a joint instead.
The swing screeched and squealed as he went back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Dodge took a last drag and crushed the cigarette beneath his heel. So it wasn't the best. It was pretty fucking good compared to other things he could be doing. It was about the best place in the whole world, he figured. It was better than back at home, before Toronto. It was miles better than Toronto. Dodge found that with each passing day the only things he missed were the people. Nancy and Becky and Charlie. Fagin. Hell, even Noah and Adam...and yeah, even Oliver. He missed the people he was most familiar with and to dull the ache, Dodge got high and stayed high as much as he could. He didn't think about it, though. He tried not to think of anything too hard. He just was...it really wasn't that fuckin' bad here at all.
[Any time after dark. He's sober and it's a great time to meet him. He needs some new friends.]
Dodge sat on the swings and went back and forth slowly, a cigarette fit casually between his lips. Maybe later he'd go in the kitchen and find something to eat. Maybe later he'd go watch TV downstairs where he could almost always find an episode of You Can't Do That On Television. Maybe later he'd go crawl into bed and sleep hard and deep. Maybe later he'd get the balls to go see House. He'd been avoiding the doctor to keep from feeling like he owed him something-- which he did. Maybe later he'd take care of that. Maybe later he'd forget all about it and smoke a joint instead.
The swing screeched and squealed as he went back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Dodge took a last drag and crushed the cigarette beneath his heel. So it wasn't the best. It was pretty fucking good compared to other things he could be doing. It was about the best place in the whole world, he figured. It was better than back at home, before Toronto. It was miles better than Toronto. Dodge found that with each passing day the only things he missed were the people. Nancy and Becky and Charlie. Fagin. Hell, even Noah and Adam...and yeah, even Oliver. He missed the people he was most familiar with and to dull the ache, Dodge got high and stayed high as much as he could. He didn't think about it, though. He tried not to think of anything too hard. He just was...it really wasn't that fuckin' bad here at all.
[Any time after dark. He's sober and it's a great time to meet him. He needs some new friends.]