In Search Of - A Childish Gambino story

Prologue

Track of the chapter: I. The Worst Guys

Child•ish: adjective / of, like, or appropriate to a child.

Gam•bin•o: Italian surname / from a diminutive of gamba ‘leg’, probably applied as a nickname for someone with short legs.

Or just the coolest name to ever come out of a Wu-Tang rap name generator that I decided to run with.

"Whooooooooo!" Krissy, or Kaitlyn, or maybe Kyra, yelled as she stuck her head out of the speeding sunroof. Her blonde hair whipped behind her as the city lights flashed by our faces. Her sister Brianna or Brittany, grabbed my face and planted a hard kiss on my lips. The taste of liquor was unavoidable. Both Swedish-mixed girls struck with ice blue eyes. One with cascading platinum locks, and the other - whose hair my fingers were tangled in - wore her platinum strands bone straight. But both sisters had bodies that were obviously Victoria’s best kept secret, and their clothes clung to their bodies the way I wanted to later on tonight..

They were both willing and open.Two spirits who thought they were free, but the world around them could clearly see that they were chained by their desire to be free.

Kind of like myself.

That’s how I picked who I wanted to spend my night with, usually. I like to see things in them that are in myself, show them a good time and then blow their backs out. It gave me a weird sense of accomplishment.

We pulled up to the blazingly illuminated club, that was so bright in the LA night that it almost hurt. The girls, whose correct names still hadn’t hit me, giggled and stumbled out of the limo. I nodded at security and we walked by the entire line and into the obnoxiously velvet covered club.

"Donald, meet us at the bar!" The curly-haired one yelled over the music.

"Okay!" I shouted over the music. "I’ll be over in, like, two minutes!" I laughed in a goofy tone and the girls giggled before scattering away.

I walked into the mens room, checking my pockets for condoms and such while staring at my dimly reflected image in the dirty mirror. Shapely brown and pink lips, annoying wide nose, almond-shaped eyes, black curls and radiant cocoa skin. Its looked the same forever.
I took out the cash I kept for drinks and headed out of the bathroom.

11 AM, Sunday morning..

"And that’s like, all I remember." I said, my voice still groggy. I had just awakened a few moments ago when I noticed a missed call from Andrea, my best friend. I sat up in my bed, in a house that was mostly all white. It wasn’t mine. Couldn’t remember who’s home at the moment.

My hangover was no joke, and I could tell I must’ve passed out cold last night.

"Geeze, Donald," Andrea laughed a little. "Thats why you need to come on up here, dude."

"Oh, yeah?" I said sarcastically. "And how’s New York working out for YOU?"

She laughed a little. “It’s working. I’m a work in progress. But I feel like it’s doing something.”

"Ah, well. It doesn’t look like it. I see you all over TMZ and what-not with, like, huge bags under your eyes. You seem worn."

My eyes wandered to the TV mounted on the wall. Adventure Time marathon. Just wonderful.

"I am worn," she admitted, her tone low. "But listen, maybe it’s what we both need. Atleast consider it?"

"I will. Definitely. Some other famous creative friends of mine want me to come to the Big Apple, too, so, it couldn’t be too bad,” I shrugged a little.

"I’ll totally get back to you on that."

"Okay, cool."

There was silence.

"Oh, by the way. Their names were Klara and Bridget. And apparently, they appreciate the good time and enjoyed my shower and my penis."

Andrea burst out laughing, which was probably the only time her voice ever got remotely loud.

"What makes you think that?"

"They left a note," I played with it in my hands. "But thats it."

"Smuts."

"How hard would it be to stay? Even just for a little while? These girls I find..always leave. I have enough Pinot Grigio to supply their thirst, if that’s not a great deal, I dunno what is."

Andrea stayed quiet for a while.

"You need a fresh start. Come here and get it together. Aren’t you ready for that yet?

"I don’t even know, Andrea. I’m kinda indifferent," I said lowly, rubbing my exhausted eyes. "But I guess I could pack up my Hentai porn videos and take a shot at it."

She laughed at my comment as we both said goodbye to each other.