Dreams Never Die

New York Ready

Blizzard looks out the window, and sees the ground coming closer and closer. He struggles out of his straps in a panic, afraid that the world is coming to an end and the plane was going to crash.

"Its all over for us, Mr. Mittens! Its the end of the world as we know it! And I feel fine...copyrighted by R.E.M. of course," Blizzard said. The plane shook. It was just turbulence, but something had implanted the idea in Blizzard's head that the plane was under attack.

Suddenly, Blizzard clenched his fists. His pupils dilated. His hair on his neck stood up. Then he sprouted wings and horns. He bore through the ceiling of his compartment, and into the second class area. He started ramming innocent citizens with his horns. Their screams were no match for his lack of remorse. He was just about to break out of the plane, but then...

"Sir, we have arrived at John F. Kennedy Airport in New York," the flight attendant told him, shaking him lightly. He must have been dreaming.

Blizzard arose, slightly drowsy, and gathered his belongings. He was escorted off the plane, and into the airport. He thanked the flight attendant, winked at her, then went through security again, just like before he got on the plane. They patted Blizzard down, and he seemed to enjoy it a bit. When he had his fun, he got his belongings and walked out the front doors of the airport.

Blizzard strolled over to a bench and took a seat next to a rather built-looking man. He looked at him closely. His hair was dark bro--ah, he had no time to describe him in his head. The man looked familiar though. Really familiar.

"Hey!" Blizzard said suddenly. "I know you!"

The man turned his head towards Blizzard. Once he heard his voice, he knew who it was.

"Yo Bliz man, what's good?" the man had said with his voice that sounded like it was from a black man, even though this man was white.

"Not much Irish, not much at all," Blizzard said rather laid back. "Say, what brings you to New York? I heard you're down in Colorado now."

"Yeah, its a hike," Irish boomed back. "But its nice down there. And why else would I be here? Its for our annual party you jiggaboo!"

"Ohhh okay Irish," Blizzard laughed a bit. "Well, I gotta go. Shwabbits is picking me up, and I can't miss it. You know him, always on a schedule and shit."

"Yeah, I got you man. Yo, shoot me a text when you can, maybe we can all go to the city sometime this week!" Irish yelled after Blizzard.

The sound that emerged from Blizzard's mouth next can only be described as sounding similar to a death metal screech. With that, Shwabbits pulled up to the curb and hopped out of his car.

"Hey Shwabbits, WOW you are really tall in person! How tall are you now, six foot, six one?" Blizzard said excitedly.

"Eight three," Shwabbits said monotonously. "Grab your shit and dump it in the trunk, its getting dark and we best not be out here with all the gangs."

"Oh, right," Blizzard whispered. "Y'know, down in Texas, we don't have gangs, we have groups of people opening doors for each other!"

"Wonderful. Get in."

Blizzard went around to the back of the car, and popped open the trunk. He looked inside.

"Shwabbits. Is this a push mower?" Blizzard asked.

A stuttering Shwabbits took out the push mower and put it in the back seat. He then continued to put a tarp over it. He helped Blizzard with the last of his luggage, buckled Blizzard in at his request, and hopped into the drivers seat. Then, he drove off towards East Pork, where Shwabbits had an apartment.

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"Here we are, Blizzard," Shwabbits said welcomingly, showing Blizzard his apartment. "Its not much, but its what I call home." He slowly led Blizzard through his apartment, and Blizzard admired everything he saw.

"This is a real nice place you got here, Shwabbits. What do you call it?" Blizzard asked innocently.

"Its called the 'Shwabbit Hole' as a play on words with the wretched name I was given. I was thinking about changing it, but I've started to like it," Shwabbits replied. Blizzard nodded, and plopped himself on the couch. He sniffed the air.

"Is that...BODY ODOR?!??! Wait...no...TACOS!!!! ARE YOU MAKING TACOS?!!??" Blizzard screamed.

Shwabbits walked out of the kitchen with a pan of 8 tacos, smiling, knowing that Blizzard eats a lot. On the side, he put a stick of deodorant, just in case the smell really was body odor.

As they sat there munching down on their tacos, Shwabbits reached over onto the table and grabbed a clipboard. Blizzard looked over his shoulder, and it was a list of names.

"Hey Shwabbits," Blizzard asked with a mouth full of taco. "What are those names for? Are they prostitutes you are getting for us again?"

"They are people attending the party thats happening this week," Shwabbits replied while looking at the list, ignoring Blizzard's last comment. "I heard you and Irish talking earlier. You wanna go to the city on Wednesday? The party is on Saturday, so it gives us time."

"Sounds good," Blizzard continued. "But we are only having a limited amount of people going to the city. Who do you know that's coming to the party that might want to go to the city as well?"

"Lets see..." Shwabbits scanned the list. "You, me, Irish, Citrus, Banner, Spice, Hotpocket, maybe Ninja if Hotpocket goes, Dargo, Crispy, Homie, Toxic, Raven...Maybe a few more if you want anyone else."

"Take out Homie," Blizzard said immediately. "In real life, there's no mute button."

Shwabbits chuckled. "Okay, I gotchya. Say, could you grab me some paper from the printer over there? I need to write out some plans."

Blizzard walked over to the printer. He looked at it. Where was the paper? He opened every compartment there was. No paper. He took a screwdriver out of the mug on Shwabbits' desk and dismantled the printer. Still no paper.

"Shwabbits," Blizzard called. "There's no paper."

"Alright," Shwabbits sighed. "Lets go."

**********

The sign read Staples. Blizzard stood looking at it, attempting to read it for a good two minutes before Shwabbits pulled him inside. Disoriented, Blizzard looked around at the bright lights. He then looked down at the cashier.

"What a sexy ass motherfucker!" Blizzard whispered to himself as Shwabbits dragged him into the store.

"What did you just say?" Shwabbits asked Blizzard with a sharp tone.

"I said, what a sexy ass motherfucker!" Blizzard said again.

Shwabbits shook his head and lead Blizzard down one of the aisles, grinning widely.