Acatalepsy

1.) The Theater

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I'm not for sure how the universe works exactly, how some people die and some people live, and some people are nice and some are just awful.

How are the positives and negatives of life divided fairly among those fortunate enough to receive one?

There was a time that I didn't care, life was life and death was death, it just happened, but then all of the sudden I did. And looking momentarily at the surface of everything that had accured, I saw an unbalanced scale that that was not fair at all.

Life was not life because life will end. No matter how much good a person can radiate through out their span if living, they will die. That was more unfair then rigged carnival games and spent rubber bands, it was just wrong.

I said before that I only spared a short glance to the events that had previously accured. This was so, because they burned to look at. They burned deep inside of me, singeing my soul beyond repair. It was many months later that I finally began to look again into the past, to remember. It began to hurt less.

It was then that I finally saw, or began to at least some what comprehend, what the fuck this messed up universe was trying to accomplish.

I honestly have no idea if I'm right, some things just happen and we'll never know why, but I suppose it gave me a sort of closure.

But I can honestly say that it did not numb the pain.

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"Okay, so you getta have a three-some involving Danielle Ellis right? Sounds like good deal, but the other participant is Ms. Chesterton. Do you go through with it?"

I stared wide eyed at my best friend in both disgust and awe, before kicking my converse covered feet farther out in front of me.

"Joey, you are a sick man."

"Oh I know." He smiled, using only half of his mouth, while tilting his head a little to the side, with his eyes crinkled almost shut. A classic 'Joey De'baron' smile.

But then his face went all serious again and he cocked an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.

"But for real. Would you do it?"

My face scrunched together in disgust at the thought of doing it with my freaking old hag of a history teacher!

"God Joey! I don't know; what about you huh? Would you do it?"

He smiled again, but this time leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes.

"Oh yeah. I mean it's Danielle Ellis. You can't go wrong with a body like that."

I looked at my friend in pure disgust and shock. Apparently he had forgotten about how he had through our eighth grade history teacher into this three-some.

"And what about Ms. Chesterton? She's like fifty and all saggy everywhere! It's disgusting Man. Just plain disgusting."

Joe's dark brown eyes lit up and he leaned over, putting both hands on his jeaned knees.

"Okay for one, that is a pretty cheap price for a Danielle Ellis fuck. And two; okay I'm a minor right? So if we have sex, I turn her in for paedophilia or whatever, she goes to jail for like fifty years, and no one has to see that old hag ever again."

I couldn't help but smile a bit at his reasoning. But still. It just showed how disturbed my friend was.

"Taking one for the team, are we Joe?"

He put his fist under his chin, and winked.

"Anything for you Mike."

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Joey De'baron was my best friend, and as strange and disturbed as he could be at times, he really was a good hearted kid.