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Killing Loneliness
parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11
Bam managed to avoid the subject for weeks, skating or getting annihilated with the crew. He was preparing to film more Jackass and had been flying to Europe on occasion to skate for tournaments. Then suddenly it was time to go to L.A. to film the HIM video.
“Mom! Where’s my scarf!”
April stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up towards her younger son’s room. “Which one? Don’t you have to leave in 30 minutes? What are you doing?”
“I’m packing!” he yelled down the stairs. April sighed and went up. His room was chaos embodied, the dresser drawers pulled open, his bed covered in clothes, the red backpack he always carried open and empty in his desk chair.
“Bam, why didn’t you pack this morning? Or yesterday? Why did you wait until now?” It was always like this, it always had been; he left packing for last minute, literally. “Which scarf did you want?”
“You know, the one I bought the other day; at the King of Prussia mall.”
“I think I saw it when I was folding, it’s probably still downstairs. Do you need anything else?”
Bam pushed his hair away from his face and surveyed the mess he had made. “Uhm…My jacket. The one I made, with all the writing on it.”
April pushed open the closet, fighting through all the clothes on the floor, and found the jacket, hanging alone in the otherwise empty closet. “It would help if you actually put your clothes away,” she repeated the phrase she had been telling him since he was five and went downstairs to get the scarf.
Fifteen minutes later Bam was searching for his keys, unable to find any of them despite the fact that he was absolutely sure he had put the ones to his Hummer on the hook next to the door.
“Relax, Bam!” April yelled, tired of watching her son rush around in a state of near panic. “I’ll drive you, go say goodbye to Phil.”
Bam smacked himself in the forehead, he had almost forgotten his father, and went to find Phil, which proved to be much easier than finding his keys.
“Bye Phil,” he said, leaning in the office door.
Phil looked up. “Bye?”
Bam nodded. “I’m going to LA today, remember?”
Phil looked over at the calendar, having apparently forgotten what day it was, and looked surprised. “Oh, yeah, the HIM video, right?”
“Right,” Bam confirmed. He almost made it out before Phil got up but he wasn’t quite quick enough and wound up getting a peck on the cheek from his father.
“Be good,” Phil said, grinning and going back to work.
Bam nodded and ran down the stairs. He was going to be late! He knew it!
April pulled up in front of the airport. “Calm down, Bam, you’re not late! Give me a kiss.”
He leaned over and let her kiss his cheek, almost in the exact same place Phil had.
“Call me when you get there, don’t drink too much, and have fun!” she yelled after him as he climbed out of the car, dragging his backpack with him.
He wasn’t late but it was a near thing and he had to rush through security to make the flight. Soon he was in air, on his way to LA and then all the thoughts he had been suppressing more or less successfully since the night of the HIM concert over a month before came flooding back and he was nervous again. He was going to see Ville and this time it wasn’t going to just be a one off concert, no this time it would be weeks of working together. Bam didn’t want to imagine what was going to happen when he saw Ville again but he guessed it was going to be awkward. What he really wanted to do was get drunk on the altitude and the alcohol the stewardess would have been happy to serve him, but Bam knew that he would regret arriving in LA already plastered so instead he listened to his music and tried not to think. He wasn’t particularly successful.
He wasn’t gay, was he? He’d never really thought of guys in that way, and he for damn sure liked girls but when he really thought about it he realized that, though he had ignored it for more than twenty years, he had to admit that he occasionally had thoughts that were more than platonic about guys. So what did that make him? Bi? Confused, he decided, was what the whole thing was making him. He needed to figure out what he wanted from Ville.
Bam grabbed the stewardess’s arm as she walked past him, yanking off his headphones. “Sorry,” he apologized as he released her sleeve and she straightened her uniform. “Could I get an aspirin or something? I have a headache.”
“Certainly,” she replied, smiling falsely and continuing toward the rear of the plane. She returned a few minutes later with a glass of water and two blister packs of aspirin which Bam finally managed to open and swallow quickly. He hoped that helped, he didn’t want to have a migraine when he got to LA, that would suck.
Crappy picture I know but he looks about how I feel so ...
I have a couple of requests, the first is can some one tell me where I can listen to Eldorado Baby by Daniel Lioneye? Also, I'd like a screen cap from Bam Presents HIM of Ville standing in front of the mural of those white wings. Thanks in advance.
Bam managed to avoid the subject for weeks, skating or getting annihilated with the crew. He was preparing to film more Jackass and had been flying to Europe on occasion to skate for tournaments. Then suddenly it was time to go to L.A. to film the HIM video.
“Mom! Where’s my scarf!”
April stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up towards her younger son’s room. “Which one? Don’t you have to leave in 30 minutes? What are you doing?”
“I’m packing!” he yelled down the stairs. April sighed and went up. His room was chaos embodied, the dresser drawers pulled open, his bed covered in clothes, the red backpack he always carried open and empty in his desk chair.
“Bam, why didn’t you pack this morning? Or yesterday? Why did you wait until now?” It was always like this, it always had been; he left packing for last minute, literally. “Which scarf did you want?”
“You know, the one I bought the other day; at the King of Prussia mall.”
“I think I saw it when I was folding, it’s probably still downstairs. Do you need anything else?”
Bam pushed his hair away from his face and surveyed the mess he had made. “Uhm…My jacket. The one I made, with all the writing on it.”
April pushed open the closet, fighting through all the clothes on the floor, and found the jacket, hanging alone in the otherwise empty closet. “It would help if you actually put your clothes away,” she repeated the phrase she had been telling him since he was five and went downstairs to get the scarf.
Fifteen minutes later Bam was searching for his keys, unable to find any of them despite the fact that he was absolutely sure he had put the ones to his Hummer on the hook next to the door.
“Relax, Bam!” April yelled, tired of watching her son rush around in a state of near panic. “I’ll drive you, go say goodbye to Phil.”
Bam smacked himself in the forehead, he had almost forgotten his father, and went to find Phil, which proved to be much easier than finding his keys.
“Bye Phil,” he said, leaning in the office door.
Phil looked up. “Bye?”
Bam nodded. “I’m going to LA today, remember?”
Phil looked over at the calendar, having apparently forgotten what day it was, and looked surprised. “Oh, yeah, the HIM video, right?”
“Right,” Bam confirmed. He almost made it out before Phil got up but he wasn’t quite quick enough and wound up getting a peck on the cheek from his father.
“Be good,” Phil said, grinning and going back to work.
Bam nodded and ran down the stairs. He was going to be late! He knew it!
April pulled up in front of the airport. “Calm down, Bam, you’re not late! Give me a kiss.”
He leaned over and let her kiss his cheek, almost in the exact same place Phil had.
“Call me when you get there, don’t drink too much, and have fun!” she yelled after him as he climbed out of the car, dragging his backpack with him.
He wasn’t late but it was a near thing and he had to rush through security to make the flight. Soon he was in air, on his way to LA and then all the thoughts he had been suppressing more or less successfully since the night of the HIM concert over a month before came flooding back and he was nervous again. He was going to see Ville and this time it wasn’t going to just be a one off concert, no this time it would be weeks of working together. Bam didn’t want to imagine what was going to happen when he saw Ville again but he guessed it was going to be awkward. What he really wanted to do was get drunk on the altitude and the alcohol the stewardess would have been happy to serve him, but Bam knew that he would regret arriving in LA already plastered so instead he listened to his music and tried not to think. He wasn’t particularly successful.
He wasn’t gay, was he? He’d never really thought of guys in that way, and he for damn sure liked girls but when he really thought about it he realized that, though he had ignored it for more than twenty years, he had to admit that he occasionally had thoughts that were more than platonic about guys. So what did that make him? Bi? Confused, he decided, was what the whole thing was making him. He needed to figure out what he wanted from Ville.
Bam grabbed the stewardess’s arm as she walked past him, yanking off his headphones. “Sorry,” he apologized as he released her sleeve and she straightened her uniform. “Could I get an aspirin or something? I have a headache.”
“Certainly,” she replied, smiling falsely and continuing toward the rear of the plane. She returned a few minutes later with a glass of water and two blister packs of aspirin which Bam finally managed to open and swallow quickly. He hoped that helped, he didn’t want to have a migraine when he got to LA, that would suck.
Crappy picture I know but he looks about how I feel so ...
I have a couple of requests, the first is can some one tell me where I can listen to Eldorado Baby by Daniel Lioneye? Also, I'd like a screen cap from Bam Presents HIM of Ville standing in front of the mural of those white wings. Thanks in advance.