Uncertain (Wattys 2015)

Chapter 3: Susie Q

It's 1:30 in the morning, my eyes are beginning to shut and I have been driving for three and a half hours, I think. I already listened to Lady Gaga's Artpop, Katy Perry's Prism and Teenage Dream. I turn on the Radio as I notice that I'm out of gas. Great! just what I needed! The car begins to slow down until it dies. I kick the stirring wheel then got out of the car, got my suitcase and started walking towards the lights.

"Stupid fucking car!" I yell at the car, "I don't need you!"

What am I doing? Shouting at a car! That's how low I've sunk!

I keep on swearing all the way, and I've been walking for ten hours! Okay, maybe ten minutes, but it felt like 10 hours. I'm not even remotely close to the fucking horror town! Maybe I should think what I would say to Molly. I clear my throat then begin to talk to myself.

"Molly, I hate you so fucking much, thank you for ruining my life."

"Um, no"

"Molly, you're still ugly."

"Ugh, she's pretty and even I acknowledge, stupid Szep."

"I came here to thank you for ruining my fucking life, you drunk old hag."

"Hey, evil mother, want me to pick you up from trash ville like I picked you up from bars."

Ugh, this is impossible.

"Hello Molly, you've gotten fat."

"Did cirrhosis catch up with you yet?"

"Hello, mother. Oh, you have HIV. That's a shocker, I thought you'd catch it before now."

"This is fucking stupid!"

"I need a fucking drink!"

"My fucking feet are fucking killing me, stupid Louis!" I took off my Louis Vuitton heels and started to walk barefoot.

"I could've bought some ugly Crocks, but no, I had to go with you! You're supposed to be comfortable!"

"Great! I'm scolding a shoe!"

I got very close to the town, so I have been walking for an hour. My feet are killing me, and honestly, I'm prepared to kill anyone on plain sight. Walking around in familiar streets, memories start to pour down. Great! A walk through memory lane. Oh, look, the bar that Molly used to come to, and where I used to collect her; Stan's bar...Hey! Molly used to drink here, why break the tradition?

I get in, and the place is empty; Stan is probably in the back somewhere. Well, I don't mind helping myself with a drink. I jump behind the counter and look for tonight's best friend; Jack Daniels.

"I'm sorry, but we're closed."

A voice says, I turn around to see what I think is a...sixteen year old...

"I said we're closed."

Did he really need to repeat his self? I thought he would take the hint and realize that I'm ignoring him! That little piece of shit!

"I'm a friend of Stan's." I say coldly, continuing to pour down whiskey on the rocks, chug down all the liquor and I can feel it burning in my mouth.

"Well, Stan is not here. I'm in charge."

I pour myself another cup as I sit on the bar, "Well, where is that old man?"

"Hopefully, still in his grave."

"That's such a shame," I keep on drinking, "I liked him, he was funny."

"Well, you seem so upset."