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Season 1: How it all came together

21.09.2015 10:24

"Let's be honest!", shouted Mr. Cooper through his class "Most of you assholes will end up on the street eating fish burgers out of the trash and blowing elderly Japanese men's digs for 5$!" He was obviously drunk. Again. Actually that was probably a good thing as he was unbelievable but true even more of a prick when he was sober. 

Jim was sitting in the  sixth and last row listing to Mr. Coopers controversial speeches. He had been clean for  3 days, his new record. "I'm not an addict. I could stop if I wanted to but I don't", he always told himself. That's also what told his parents when they had to visit him in the hospital with an overdose of heroin. Jim refused to go a rehab center so his parents send him to some self-help group which was pretty ok because at least they would get free buffet after the meetings. The last 2 days of his detoxification program went more or less well, however,  today was different. His whole body was shivering, his hands sweating and he was struggling to hold in his breakfast. "You're ok, man?", Brad asked. Brad was the guy who was with Jim when he was brought to the hospital and also one of the only three people who knew he was in rehab. They weren't exactly friends neither in a relationship but they had sex one time and know Brad was annoyingly devoted to him. 

 He was watching the hands of the clock go by. Impatient. Finally. The bell rang, the students ran out the door to the main hallway and Mr. Cooper fell back into his chair like a rock into water. Jim went straight for the toilet. The toilets of the Bantams High School were a disgusting mess. There were no doors separating the toilets from the room with the sinks, it always smelled as someone had just shit his pants and tried to hide the smell with a cheap deodorant from Walmart and Jim could only hope that the brown chunks on the floor were dirt. In his bag were two plastics bags: one filled with heroin, the other with the sandwich his mother had made him this morning. He could do it. End all this pain in which he was right now. Jim squeezed the little plastic bag in his hand hoping that someone would come in and stop him from what he was about to do. "I'm not an addict! I'm not an addict!". He just sat their leaning his head against the wall repeating this phrase over and over when he dumped the bag into the toilet and flushed. 

When Jim finally got up, the break had ended and he realized he was late for the history class. He came stumbling into the desolated hallway when suddenly steps approached and a ridiculous high pitched voice shouted: "Who's there? I can hear you. Now come here and tell me your name!". It was Mr. Fish who was extremely strict with the hallway policies. Jim wanted to run but Dolores Umbrage Nr.2 already detected him. "Jim Sherman. Would you mind showing me your permission paper please?", asked she in an unnecessary polite tone. 

"Ahm... I probably forgot it i the classroom. I'll just go and get it real quick." 

"I'm sorry but no if you have no permission paper, I am committed to send you to detention."

She took out a pen and a blueish paper and smiled cynically. "3 PM, Room 16. Don't be late Mr. Sherman". Then she pressed the note in Jim's hand and strutted away on her dark- blue Prada shoes. 

21.09.2015 10:19 

"Are you sure nobody is going to see us, Chap?"

"Shut up and help me, weirdo. We have to do this. This is important. This, my friend, will open us ways in our future you could have never imagined. "

"How will spraying tits on your school building help us in our future?"

"It's art, you barbarian! Think, Phil. Did you ever hear from someone called Pikachu? He was the greatest artist of the 19th century and he mostly drew naked women." 

"I'm pretty sure that's not true and I think you meant Picasso."

"Whatever". Chap had just finished the left boob when suddenly they heard someone approaching. 

"Run, Idiot run!" screamed Chap quoting the girl from Forrest Gump. They started sprinting, climbed over the fence that separated the school yard form the rest of the world and stopped at Dany's kiosk. 

"Did they see us?", asked Chap wheezing. "Hey, dude! Where is the bag with the graffiti cans?... Where is the fucking bag, man?"

"I... I think we left it at the school. It's not a big deal. I don't think they're going to scan the fingerprints and compare it to every student."

"Yeah, no. But I kinda left my ID in the bag...". For a moment there was complete silence and Phil looked at Chap hoping he would suddenly burst out in laugh and tell him that it was all just a joke. 

"You really left you're ID. In the bag. You where going to commit a crime with."

"Well, I thought if I lost it, the finder could return it to me. You know, it would have saved me time and money."

"Your an idiot!"

"I know."