Jaime's POV
"We gone and got them south-side boys all tingly up with them tails of theirs all twirled-up and sassy too..." I yelled at Cornejo and Isma, with a smile all over my face, side-to-side, I was in a mood to celebrate!
"You ain't kid'n kid...them fellas ain't even caught up with our 'Gasser' (1940 Ford Gasser-Black), not once Jaimito...catch it my boy, NOT ONCE..." Isma yelled back at me from his side, the passenger side, and howled in enthusiasm and yelled and laughed.
"Dummy...I told you that 'Gasser' ain't no tame machine, that beast rocks them rubbers off them cuddle-cruisers them kiddies be slappin' that tire-tread to..." Cornejo added, from the driver-side, talking through his cigarette as he puffed out some smoke, as we passed up a slow pick-up and kept going onto the next left.
"Let them cold brews hit me now, cause I ain't hittin' them pillows till I'm good and done here...I say we get over to Richie's and tap the sauce..." Isma yelled back again, putting his cigarette back in his mouth and puffing out some smokes, over and over again.
"My man...you ain't wrong there, let's hit-up Richie's for a few of the good cold ones, cause I am buying..." I yelled back at Isma.
"Alright...just a couple of'em you hear, cause I gotta be up and picking you two sorry-suckers bright and early, cause I ain't waitin' a piss or two for either of you...GOT THAT..." Cormejo got serious, and growled right back at the two of us, cause he knew that once we got sauced up, we were out like the lights at dawn.
"YEAH BABY...TO RICHIE'S, LET'S HIT THAT TAP BOYS..." Isma yelled, as we sped up and passed a few more cars, in front of us, and headed over to the Richie's tavern.
Narrator POV
Twelve-thirty-two in the morning, and the greaser's 1953 Cadillac (series 62 convertible) turned into Hemingway drive, with the top off, and the three greasers slamming on to the pedal, making the engine rev-up and the car come to a complete stop, a-top the curve of '2105' Hemingway.
The yelling bounced off every corner of the neighborhood and the incessant laughter and music coming from the Cadillac's radio drowned the street in an early-morning brawl of drunken teenagers noise...that more than casual, seemed like usual for this side of the street, as not a single soul stepped out to acknowledge it, or report it, or anything of the sort.
The dark, early hours of the day, seemed just stuck on this momentary event, that was about to be cut-short, by the abrupt move by Jaime...who suddenly got himself up and off the back seat of the Cadillac, standing on it with his two feet, and jumping out of and onto the freshly mowed grass of the front lawn, on '2105'.
He lazily kept himself on his feet, a few steps away from the Cadillac, and then proceeded to walk away in the direction to the front door to '2105'
The other two, yelled at him, from the moving vehicle, which was now off '2105's curve, and doing a u-turn on Hemingway, back to the exit at the far end, to their left, as they speeded away and faded all together with the convertible, out of view.
Jaime's POV
It's late...really late, gotta get my tail up on that bed before my pops gets back, might not even see the guy, them shifts be gettin' the best of'em lately!
I get myself, slowly to the front door...and I quickly fumble a bit with my right pocket, looking for the key, I find something that fits that shape...in my drunken mood, I'm not all that sure what I have in my hand.
The funny-shaped thing in my hand goes right into the key-hole on the door knob, I turn couple of times, and by all miracles get the front door to budge!
I'm completely sauced tonight...maybe not, maybe just somewhat, all know is...them prissy pet-boys from the south-side ain't smirkin' their smirks no more, got myself and my crew some easy greens, courtesy of them boys who lost in them drag-strip earlier tonight, and now I'm some-thirty damn dollars richer!
Closing the front door behind me, as I get my sauced-self into the house...it's completely dark in here now. I hear the grandfather clock go at the other end of the living room, and see the dancing shadows from the windows all over the living room to my left, overtake the walls and furniture. The street lamps are full-force I guess...or maybe them cars passin' by.
I make it passed the living room to my left, and the dining room to my right and head into the back, to where the kitchen is and walked right passed the table and onto the stairs to my left, and head up to the second floor...my legs are heavy, achin' some soft bed-sheets now, I laugh a bit as I'm climbing them stairs to the second floor hallway, cause I stumble quite a few times onto myself as I try to keep going.
The hallway, up here, is even darker, and the window at the far-end of the hallway seems to dress it all up in a shade of grey and blue...at times, glow from passing lights outside, maybe. The doors to my left, I know are the bathroom at the end of the hall and my pop's bedroom before it, and the ones at my right, are of course mine at the very end by the window, and the spare before mine.
I finally make it to my door on the right, and get myself in, and close it behind me, as I take off on a quick leap from where I'm standing and land right on top my bed...not at all made from this morning. I laugh some more...all sauced-up and all cozy and smilin' to myself, cause I'm finally here and ready to close my eyes and let the dreams come till morning.
Slowly, I turn myself over, and onto my back, I take off my sun-glasses, and drop'em off somewhere, off the damn bed, cause I ain't got no time for any stumblin now. I lie, facing up and starin' onto the ceiling, up...above me now, all dark and shady, under the night-light peek of the lights outside, peeking through them two windows in my room.
The lights turn to shadows, and they dance all over me, and this here room like crazy bodies...as I laugh a bit more, tossin my cigarette from side to side, in m mouth. I lay both my arms above me, slightly over my head, and just lay my head right on that pillow, staring into the ceiling on top of me, not saying much, just smilin' and laughing a bit with my cigarette in my mouth...puffing out some smokes. I cross my feet at the other end of the bed, and place both my hands under my head, holding me up...slightly a bit and I close my eyes, smilin' some more.
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