A Perpetual Journey

Way Better

13th July 6:15 2010. I woke up early in the morning and headed directly inside the bathroom to do some basic morning repair. After a while, I emerged from the bathroom and sat on the bed with my chin in my hand. It was one of those days when I was depressed. My face was blanked and I was brooding. I was thinking whether I should go back to San Jose and get my car and repeat all the steps or continue on foot and keep taking lifts... or go back to my old life. I was confused. My stress stressed me out to a point where I didn't want to stress anymore. So I decided to watch t.v until Debbie wakes up and feeds me another enormous piece of her cake. I wore my dirty green t-shirt and then my high collared jacket as it was too cold and stepped out of the room. I was making my way to the living room when I saw Tom getting out of the house. He was wearing his red cap and a grey hoodie on which was labeled, " I don't wet farts" in red font along with a grey trouser. I tried to be as quiet as possible but the stairs made one of those creepy noises that are featured in horror movies. He stopped and looked back and asked, "Wanna go for a jogging?". I couldn't deny, so I accepted and decided for a small workout. I haven't worked out in a very long time. Amy used to wake me up every day early in the morning and then we would go jogging together and then she would do sit-ups and then push-ups and then this and then that... and I would run out of breath. 

We walked outside and started jogging. " Did you find your car?" Tom asked as he breathed heavily. " Yeah, It's in San Jose." I responded as the chain of my jacket made low but perceptible noises which Tom noticed. He kept breathing heavily and asked, " Why don't you buy some clothes? You don't have any money left?". " I have money. I was planning on buying today. The thing that worries me is the journey. I can't cover that distance on foot and people rarely give lifts." I responded as I wiped the sweat off of my forehead. " Listen, I like you a lot and I have something which will intrigue you." Tom stated. " In lights of my current situation, Anything will be highly appreciated." I responded with a note of laughter in my voice. 

We ran for a while and it was time for us to return. We were midway home when Tom said: " What I'm going to show you, it must stay between us.". I was a bit confused. What can he show me at this hour? His illegal business of guns transportation? His illegal drug meeting being held in someones' garage. No, It was beyond my imagination. I kept following him as he decreased his speed and stepped inside someones' lawn. He gave me a shush gesture and went near the window through which we could see the living room. I went closer to uncover the secret that Tom was watching. The corner of my eyebrows went down and one corner of my lip raised when I watched an old woman dancing in her tight dance suit. I looked at Tom who stared back at me and said, " What? Didn't you hear ' Men will be men'?" The t.v was on and a young blonde woman with unusually large round bosoms was guiding the viewers with the dance moves. The old woman was barely able to repeat the dance moves but Tom seemed to enjoy watching her dance. I couldn't watch it anymore. I don't know if it was the cringe or I felt vomiting. I walked through the walkway and looked back at Tom was smiling brightly and moving his flat hips. "Come on, Let's go." I told Tom. He came to me and responded, " You young people have no patience.". But it was never about the patience, it was about the creepiness which had crossed the creepiness limit. 

We reached home and Debbie greeted us by throwing Tom a towel. " I didn't know you are an early riser." she said to me as I directly went upstairs to wash away the sweat that covered my face. I came back down and Debbie asked Tom and me to while away the time doing something while she prepares breakfast. I was heading to the t.v room when Tom tapped Debbies' bottom and said something I couldn't hear and she giggled. It's good to see the love they have between them at this ripe age of 55. I mean how many years have they got left? It's better to live these few days to the fullest and die with happiness rather than holding onto a regret. If we want to... even our death can be made beautiful... and less sad.