The Union Square Misadventures I

Union Square

A boy awoke with a grand boner in his jeans. Barely coherent he flips and grinds his bed for a few minutes. (his usual regimen) "Today is the day, I swear it is", he prays to his pillow. Changing his clothes he takes a glimpse at the clock: 11:32am. Meh, he thinks nothing of it knowing he had nothing to accomplish that day.

He decides to grab his skateboard and skate over to Union square, where he might find some other outcasts he can pal around with while attempting his kick flips 50 times just to land it once. The boy brings his A Game on the skate floor, but as per the usual was out-skated by some skaters who could bust his ass in a game of skate. Sure he's discouraged. So he just sits there and wallows.

when will I be that good? the boy whispers to himself,

was that even possible? Those fuckers are Alien..

Not feeling extremely chatty the boy rides away with his head down towards the stairs where he knew there'd be someone he recognized. He was no newfag to Union Square, and knew the ins and outs of the park. Where the burnouts hang out, where the cops can view, where the cool kids parked, and the rest of the good for nothing pedestrians.

Going toward the burnouts, you can just tell the boy had an extra pip in his step. Recognizing two of the cats sitting on the rail, the boy confronted them with a smile and a, 

what's up?

One of them couldn't me arsed to interact with him, the other guy just says, sup'

Not making a fuss, he just wanted someone to pal around with. The boy made himself comfortable beside the sup guy. As a means to kill the silence, and discover a new vibe the boy preaches, 

what are yall doin' tonight? Like a pair of old boxers the dude says, 

we probably going to sip on something, you down?

Feeling like a breath of fresh air, the boy ecstatically agrees. Now impatient, they all sit there discussing payment for the bottle, who's buying, what time, and chasers. As for an intolerance for waiting, one of the drinkers offer to run out to the store and grab the bottle. 

I'll get the cups, sup guy explains. They all agree, but the boy had a free thought of expression.

how about I come along?

the bottle guy looks at him, 

fine bro, you look mad young though so keep a little buffer in the shop.

ok. the boy says

Besides being dead quiet the whole time over to park ave liquor store, the boy could sense a tenseness of his new pal. Being quite unfamiliar the boy persisted on keeping up with his demeanor of angered puzzled, and a little turned on.

Now inside the store standing alone the boy was eying a bottle of smirnoff ice.

I wonder if that's where ice comes from. the boy sadistically joked.

Before he knew it, he was standing alone in the store with his tail between his legs as if he just stole something. The boy uncomfortably said, see ya to the cashier, and went on his way back to the Union Square stair case.

When he got there, where the guys were obviously already feeling good the boy asked for a cup. the guys all snickered and dis imbued.

who's this cracka lacka asking for a swig of my bottle?

They all kept at it, as the boy started pouring with sadness. One of the guys say,

enough the kid looks like he's going to cry, set him up abbi'