Argyle (AR64LE) : A STRANGER THINGS Story

Chapter One : Never Gets Old

"Pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side." I hear that, my dude. Give me the music and I will play it on my radio, because music is indeed the food of love. And it just so happens that I'm on my way to deliver some. Well, some tasty pies that is.

And who am I, you ask? This mysterious music lover? This delivery driver of tasty pies? Why, this is Argyle speaking. A surfer boy, both in life and by occupation of the gnarliest and fastest growing pizza chain this side of California. And I'm not gonna lie to you, my dude. I'm livin the dream.

I got my Surfer Boy Pizza van, that's all mine to use whenever I want. When I'm not baking pies, I'm driving till sunset, dipping and diving through the rolling hills of my hometown, super sweet Lenora. And I meet all kinds of gnarly dudes, my dude. It's really the best job a brochacho could hope for.

Oh and I almost forgot about the uniform. On top of getting to wear this gnarly shirt and visor, I get to dress it up with all my latest threads. Surfer Boy Style. No shitty knock offs, my dude. Only the good threads. But I digress. What was I saying? Oh, yeah! I'm livin the delivery boy's dream.

This van is like my second home. I got it all decked out in carpet in the back, with some cushions to chill out on. And I got all my cassette tapes in here, so I can be bouncing to reggae and ska all day long. I'm telling you, my dude. This thing is like good vibes on four wheels.

There's also the juicy smell of pizza, mostly pineapple pizza, which I always recommend to my customers and they always go for it because I say "try before you deny". And it's true. Once you try it, you won't be able to deny it. Which reminds me, I'm all out of Pineapple Crush to drink.

Man, I'm pretty thirsty now that I'm thinking about it. Well, I'm almost at this delivery, so maybe they'd be cool with giving me a cool beverage. But on second thoughts, I haven't been to this house before and even if the dude I spoke to sounded chill on the phone, they ordered a ton of pies for a party. So their buddies are probably starving, which means I'll just have time to drop off the pies and split.

But on third thoughts, maybe they'd invite me into their party and I'd be down because I'm not only a chill dude that goes with the flow, but I'm also at the end of my shift so I'm totally free to hang. Who knows, maybe it'll go down something like this song, with the food and music bringing us together?

How weird would it be if they were listening and dancing to this right now? Like the spirit of Jah is really leading us on. I feel that. This could be the start of something, my dude. I don't know what exactly, but it's like you get this tingly feeling in your throat or like around your stomach or both.

Like right now, I feel something in my throat. But maybe it's because I'm still thirty. Oh crap, the house is coming up on this corner! Wait a second, what's this water pistol doing on my dashboard? I don't remember putting it there. Whatever. Maybe it's a sign of good luck and I'll take a few hits of it before I get out, to quench my thirst and my nerves too I reckon.

This house is in a pretty chill neighborhood and a cul-de-sac. I love a good chill cul-de-sac. Well here goes nothing, my dude. It's time for your buddy Argyle to do what he does best. Surf's up!