Take a walk through time as you follow six hippie friends who rejects society norms as they attempt to navigate through life during the 1970s in this sit-com like novel.
Started: August 2021
Published: June 3, 2022
Ended: -
Cover by AlexandraLing2000
Season 3, Episode 1: A Drummer and A Dreamer (Part 1)
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Friday came and Bonnie was desperate to be away from beautiful sweet L.A. with her weekend bag packed, away to a beach she'd go with faces familiar but the mouths strange and the eyes lingering. She shoved past Brandon. Silence was a previous vow of his in their beginning days but time slipped like a cool river and never could he keep those lips together when sliding over pebbles.
"You'll tell some guy some Indian shit so he can fuck you," he said.
His favorite line. Memories, memories, memories.
The curtain lifted:
Bonnie leaned into the mirror carefully applying her mascara. Daisy had seen the sight many times. Bonnie's lips parted, eyes wide, and breaths slow. Seated on the bathroom's counter, Daisy had flashes of the past intertwine with the present. Spring break senior year when Bonnie visited and they'd spend evenings getting dressed up to prowl Sunset Boulevard during the night and hope a man with connections would take a liking to them. No matter how much time they put into their appearances they never caught the likes of anyone special, they were four years too old.
The setting was neither Daisy's mother's home nor her aunt's apartment, which she and Bonnie now occupied, but a musty bathroom shared by four longhaired men who were still looked at and confused for as boys. Daisy contemplated for a while if she should sit on the counter littered with dirt, dried toothpaste, dusting of white and brown powder, and other stains she couldn't be bothered to make out, but finally her legs grew tired and she hopped on the edge of the counter.
Her nose stung at the scent of stale beer and dried urine on the floor near the toilet. With a laugh, Bonnie told her of the drunk nights she and the four young men had. Ricky went to the bathroom, right? But Brandon so out of his mind said he had to go too and couldn't wait. The idiot knocked the door off the hinges and Ricky's sitting on the damn toilet screaming bloody damn murder 'cause he always has to get naked when he goes to the bathroom—some weird thing his mom told him when he was a kid, I don't know man—so he's screaming, "Brandon, get the fuck outta here! What the fuck are you doing?" She took a laughing interval, laughing so hard for a moment no sound came out as her head lolled around. And Brandon just pissed on Ricky's legs and the floor!
Daisy found the boys disgusting but still laughed when the story was told. Seated on the counter, she hummed and kicked her legs, finding nothing amusing about the state of the bathroom with its awful scent of urine and stale beer and the lingering smell of weed that she found never fully disappeared from her own clothes.
"I really do not care," Bonnie said. "Daniel can fuck him. Not like I ever did, and if I did, still, I wouldn't give a damn. I guess I should've known he was gay. I assumed he was just..." she held an arm out and pretended to inject herself with a needle.
She whipped around, hair flapping and eyes crazed. Daisy reached out and touched the bangs Bonnie spontaneously cut weeks ago.
"You know guys can't get hard when they're shooting up?" Bonnie asked.
