Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll

Part 5: Plan B=improvise!

My motto in life is to wing everything. I don't mean this literally but the way I see things is that sometimes if you just sit back and watch or totally wing it when doing things you might succeed more than anyone. I think though that I try really hard at things but it always seems to work out for the best even when they really fail at first. This is why when I called Tracy I didn't really think it through but like I said, sometimes the best things come from the worst screw-ups. The phone rang.

"Hello?" Tracy answered.

"Uh hey um Tracy it's Todd."

"Oh hey Todd. What's up?"

"Nothing really, I'm just going to get Pizza and play Arcade games with Jack, you wanna go with us?"

"Oh uh thanks but I'm sorta busy right now. It's my dad's birthday and I'm making him cup cakes."

"Oh okay. Cool. Well uh text me later I guess."

"Yeah I will."

"Ok see ya"

"See ya."

She hung up. Balls. Well it was probably for the better because I was going to have to make up something about why max wasn't there because he was currently in Florida at Gator land. If you don't know what Gator Land is, Google it. I decided to go visit Tom at his job down town. I put on my Slip on shoes and my Jacket and took my wallet and phone. I walked down the stairs quickly and went to leave putting my hand on the door nob.

"Honey?"my mom called form the kitchen.

"Yeah." I said turning toward the kitchen door which entered the dinning room. Our stairway ended by the door and if you went right after entering the house you would be in the dinning room.

"Where you are going?" She asked coming out into the dinner room.

"I'm gonna go visit Tom at work."

"Okay but be safe and be back by 10 please."

"Okay." I said slightly irritated but I knew she loved me.

"Love you." I called.

"Love you two." she shouted back.

I walked out to the street and went down the street taking two rights and a left and walked 3 blocks and there I was. Tom worked at this smalled auto shop who's driveways spilled out into a busy one way street. The cars that went through there were often oddities that most dealers around town couldn't fix because it was more of a mom and pop operation. Tom was a skilled mechanic and worked in the dirty half of the shop. The company was seperated into two buildings, one a longer, flater, one story showroom-like area with a more clean style of mechanics in the back of it. The second one which stood right next to it, was taller and made out of red brick as opposed to the light gray painted dry wall construction of the showroom. It was a dirty grimy building where the real mess-of-a-car jobs went. Tom was still a junior mechanic compared to the others there but he loves working on cars and did it even when he was off work. It was about 5:18 when I reached the shop and Tom got off work at 5:30. I went in to the mind crushing sound of drilling. I saw Tom working, deep it thought, drilling a screw into a frame of some kind for a 4-wheeller. I sat on a counter there by the big garage door, where all the tools were kept. The door was always open while the shop was. After a minute or so Tom came over.

"Sup Toddie?" he asked.

"Thought I'd come down and find out for myself what it is you actually do all day." I said hopping down from the counter. Tom and I wear about the same height but had an age difference of 3 years.

"Well you're a little late I'm off for the night, wanna go grab some subs and a pepsi?" he asked imitating Two-bit from the outsiders, his favorite book.

"Let's hit it."

"Later Tony!" He called to one of the guys as we walked out of the shop. "I gotta change in my van real quick then we'll go." He said.

Alike me, Tom was a big AC/DC fan but he was much more so than me. He owned a black 1990 Ford Areostar and on the side of it he had painted perfectly a giant AC/DC logo with the lightning bolt back slash and everything. He climbed into the back of the van where he kept all his stuff since, Although Tom lived in an apartment building, he was always going somewhere so he just kept most of his shit in the van. Tom changed quickly and we walked down to Subway and got sandwiches. He got double pepperoni and double sallomi and lettuce and bell peppers on his with Jalopenos. I got four meatballs on flat bread. We ate on the curb by the van.

"You know," he said with his mouth full, "the storng flavor in the Jalopenos really brings out a similar flavor, in the entire sandwhich." I laughed. "So what's up with that girl Tracy, Damn that girl was hot."

"First of all, shut up, and second of all nothing. We're just friends." I said deffensively.

"Alright forget I asked."

"What are you doing next weekend? I hear Gordo is having an Airsoft fight at his place."

"I can go but I'm leaving for Vegas on Monday."

"What are you doing in Vegas?" I asked.

"Got an oppritunity I couldn't refuse."

"You mean, You're going to shoot a Thompson, get some tits, and gamble your entire life savings?"

"Yeah pretty much."

"Cool."

"Well," he said finishing his Sandwhich, I don;t know about you but I am very tired and am going to go watch porno at my house." He said going to get into his van.

"That's disgusting" I said standing.

"whatevs," he said opening the door, "Oh hey," he began, poking his head out, "I know I said forget I asked but seriously I need to know if you like her or not so I don't ask her out and then fuck up our friendship. Ha Friend, ship, that's a funny word, S.S. Friend." he said looking up at the sky.

"Alright well I don't like her but don't ask her out, I don't need you to make her insane." I said standing back.

"Gotcha." he winked and said, "Besides, you already made her crazy." he got into the van and drove off.