Errand Boy

Exposition and Other Words

3/21/17
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And that was the start to our beautiful relationship between me and a nice cold beer.

I reach into the gas station fridge and pull out the can of Bud Light. The cashier gives me dirty looks from behind the checkout counter and the surveillance camera is pointed at my direction as if to dare me.

To them I seem like bad news.

The dirty off white vinyl floor makes a squeaking sound as my black leather boots tread it back towards the cashier. Once he checks me out, I get to my bike, throw the can in my backpack and put on my helmet. I straddle my bike, turn the key in the ignition and squeeze the clutch with my left hand. I press the start button with my right thumb and the engine roars to life.

My sweet Vivian.

At this time of morning most people are just waking up and the early bird traffic is just getting going. I get back on the road a decide on a whim to go to the park and watch the sunrise.

A perk of being self employed.

By time I get to the park the dim blue light of dawn is peeking from the horizon signaling the coming sun. I settle on a swing, gently swaying back-and-forth and pop open my beer. The sun. A boring star among trillions but to us humans a beacon of stability and life. We may not know what the future holds but we all know the sun will still rise whether we are here to see it or not. The one constant in chaos.

Although some scientists say the sun will burn out some day but will us humans be there to witness it's demise? I doubt it.

That's another reason to love the night. The true constant. No matter where you are in the universe it will always exist. Engulfing stars and planets alike, and reigning king among the constants.

Sorry for being philosophical, it's a habit my brains seems to partake in, usually without my consent.

My mother use to say I was an over-thinker. She was right. My brain is involuntarily always moving a million miles an hour. ADHD can be a nightmare and most people don't get it. 'Why aren't you paying attention?
It's not that hard! All you need to do is focus! I don't see what your problem is.'  Then you have the fuckin' drugs that personally made me feel like shit, so I don't take em.

Needless to say I was dropped out of school and college wasn't for me, neither was that nine to five everyone else was craving. 'But you have so much potentially' they say. To them I say 'fuck you I just made two grand in one night cunt'.

I many be a bad ass mother fucker but that doesn't mean I'm not responsible. Most of the money goes to rent, it ain't cheap livin' in LA. The rest of it I stash away for a rainy day, I can't insure a business that technically doesn't exist so better safe than sorry. However I do splurge every once in a while hints my nice digs and plush bed.

But enough boring exposition and back to the real reason you're here.

Gay romance.

Wait what!?! Hell no! This ain't no Batman Robin fanfic.

I'm talking about my coming of age action adventure with a dash of humor. I don't do romance. And I'm definitely not gay, I repeat NOT gay.