It was a warm, muggy Saturday evening in southern Ontario with a nice breeze and Jesus Christ was I tripping balls. My name's Jakob Gadardy, most people shorten it to Jake. I live on the streets with my dog Chop. Most the time chops a good dog. I saved him from one of the dog fighting leagues around the city. He's a strong, purebred Rottweiler with a broad head and wide, thick shoulders to match, but he's also the biggest suck you'll ever meet. Anyways, today is my 19th birthday and I'm heading to my brother Joseph's - or Joe, for short. I crash there sometimes but it's a little hard when his girl Gigi hates my guts. She thinks I'm a deadbeat. Anyways here's my story.....
"Chop... CHOP!! Stop mean mugging me dawg" I slur as I walk down the street to get to Joe's place, the tank of a dog strolling along at me side. He'd said theirs gunna be a little get together for my birthday since I turn 19 today. I can't wait to get high as fu- my thoughts and interrupted by a sudden "WOOF." Shit, I was walking onto the road. "Thanks bud" I mumble drunkenly, giving him a weak pat on the head as we keep walking.
4 blocks, 15 minutes and 6 staring pedestrians later, I turn the corner to see Joe's place just ahead of me. It's a little one story he rents in a decent area of town. The paint is peeling from the siding and the lawn could use a mow, as usual. As I'm walking towards the house I notice Gigi outside with the leash. Chop hates leashes, always has, and I can tell he gets unsettled when he sees it in her hand. "Sorry bud." I apologize as I pet his head. "Hey idiot, you know the drill dogs stays outside and no pills in my fucking house." Gigi calls in her usual bitchy tone, turning on her heel to head back inside. "yeeaaapppp" I mumble, drawing out my slurred words and leaning down to tie chop up to the large maple tree standing in the front lawn. As she saunters away I can't help but turn around to watch her leave. She may be a bitch, but she's got a fine booty. I hear her mumble "junkie loser" before she reaches the house and I just turn back to Chop. He gives me his puppy dog eyes, ones I've been fighting since we met. "I'm sorry man but she's a stupid bitch. I'll come visit you when I have my smokes" I promise him, making sure the leash is secured. He looks at the ground between his feet as if I've betrayed him. I get up, shaking my head and walk to the house. Now this is where our story begins.......
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Terrible Truth
Teen FictionJakob is a punk who has gone down the wrong path on life and now is homeless and has to grind through life with his dog Chop hoping one day to get outta his own personal hell
