A Quiet Place

Chapter One Given two hundred thousand dollars, he spent it on two hookers, case of cabo wabo and as much cocaine as the rest would buy. Did it all in a matter of days, stayed in the house, fucking like a snowshoe rabbit in every possible threesome fantasy postion, then running around in circles until sweating profusely and collapsing. That 's when it's time for the tequila, buy a lime to chase, eventually the bluriness of the spinning room will lullaby him to sleep and he'll wake up tommorrow and do it alll over again. 'I have friend', or , 'him this' him that', such a sorry cop out excuse I guess, so, it's me, whatever... and now, all I have is twenty four dollars, and a pristine Plymonth Sattelite, circa '72. Hauls ass though, and swifts and swerves on curves. The stereo is loud and echos funny static sounds that reverberate in the back seat. I burnt my house down. On purpose of course, I just went mad , lost it all together. I live out of the Satellite, backseat is big, and I park in the back of this giant werehouse where these kids like to skateboard. Anyway, The other day one of 'em, this pudgy one with loud mouth, knocked on the window, woke me from this dream about my third grade teacher, Mrs. Fossett, giving me head. "Hey, Hey dude, you Ok?" "Course I'm ok fuck, I'm sleeping." I said, he flipped me off. I got pissed, what'd ya expect. I got up, got out, walked up to him, but instead of kicking his sorry, chubby little ass I told him that if he could beat me at a game of OUT I'd spare him the bloody face, and call to the police. He laughed at me, "You serious?" How the fuck would some bum fuck know what OUT even is you say? "Fuck yeah I'm serious, let's do this," and I went to my trunk and got out my skateboard, and my skate shoes (which are new, cleaner then the old New Balances I wear from the thrift up the street). They all laughed when they saw me take my board out, but when I set it down, pushed a few feet and did a perfect backside one eighty nollie flip...what the fuck dude..." he said, and all I could do was laugh. "Do this bitch." Needless to say I had to punch him in the mouth, probably came back the next day with pissed of father and the police, I was long gone and on the road again looking for a quiet place.