I Made A Deal With An Old Man In A Food Court Bathroom

Part Four

I woke up to my bedroom being exactly the way it was

I opened my eyes, the next morning, to see my Twisted Sister Stay Hungry poster to the left of my bed, as I always sleep on my left side facing the wall.

I turned over and sat up quickly, seeing my W.A.S.P. poster, my Judas Priest poster, ALL of my posters, right where they were before.

I hopped out of bed, still in my sweat pants and "I Love Puppies" T-shirt.

All my cassette tapes were back in their cases, neatly organized alphabetically, in the cabinet. just like they were.

Next, I hit the closet, and you guessed it, all my metal gear was back, as well as my skulls and other metal related objects on my desk.

I stood in the middle of the room, and said, softly but excitedly, "Yes!!! It worked!!"

Everything was exactly the same.

Well, except the guitar, instead of the guitar that my parents bought me, sitting in the corner against the wall, was what looked to be a brand new snake-skinned Peavey, sitting in the corner, against the wall, just like Ricky's.

"Ricky must've sold his soul too.", I thought.

Beside the guitar was a small amplifier, the plug-ins, and a lightning bolt strap

I didn't have any of that stuff before.

"Cool!!!", I thought.

I then looked at my arm, 2-5-5-6, now flashed on my right bicep.

"OK", I said to myself, "I can have anything I want, all I gotta do is ask for it, achieve my desires, so to speak."

I decided to start off small, and said, "I want a cup of coffee."

My eyes blinked, and there it was, sitting on the desk where I write my songs, a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee, with cream and sugar, just the way I like it. 

I smiled.

I grabbed the cup, and took a sip. It was the best tasting coffee I ever had.

I put the cup back on the desk, taking another sip first, and thought,"OK, let's go a little bit bigger this time."

I decided that I was NOT going to ask for money.

Now, I know what you're thinking, "WHAT AN IDIOT!!! I would've asked for tons of money."

And yes, I could've done that.

But, think about it, I was already getting anything I wanted just by asking for it, so money would've been pointless.

I decided on a new car — My dream car.

A 1967 Ford Mustang Hardtop, Fire Engine Red with flames on the side.

So, I asked for it.

My eyes blinked again, I ran downstairs as fast as I could and whipped open the front door, looking anxiously toward the driveway.

And there it sat...my old rust covered Chevy Chevette.

I was heartbroken.

I hung my head, and shut the door.

"Well, I guess that's over", I whispered to myself.

Just then, my mom came down the hallway, looking normal again, and said, "Good Morning, Michael. There's coffee in the pot, cereal's in the cabinet, milk's in the fridge. I'm going to visit your Aunt Catherine in Virginia, for the day. Your Dad's working a double shift. So, you'll be on your own for dinner, OK? See ya tomorrow. Love you, honey. Bye."