Imperfect Perfection

Part 4: Monster

Year -2

Damn, that was the best weekend of my life. I passed my test for my permit and I got a car for my birthday and I partied my ass off. Me and Leo were discussing skipping the rest of the day to have some fun when Johan comes up to us. "What ams yous talking about?" He says.

"Nothing, just making plans." I said.

"Going for a spin ride?"

"What? No, Johan you don't use both words, just 'going for a spin' or 'going for a ride'. Come on, you've lived in America long enough."

"Shut the fucks up. I ams starting to thinks maybe you guys ams bad."

"Nah, man. We're just living life and having fun, there's nothing wrong with that."

"It ams bad when other people get hurt."

"It's fine, we don't wanna hurt anybody."

"Just saying, you ams not the smartest bunch of grapes." He walks away.

"Eh, whatever, me and you will have all the fun without him."

"Yeah, alright." Leo says.

"Let's go before the Swedish dildo licker comes back and rains on our parade."

"Yeah, alright." So we left the school and got in my brand new car.

"Isn't she beautiful?"

"Brand new?"

"Yup, can't wait to christen her backseat."

"Nice."

"So what are we doing today?"

"Target practice. Stop by my house real quick."

"Sure." I drove to his house, he ran in, came back with his BB gun and got back into the car.

"So, where we going?"

"Just go, I'll tell you where to go, I know this great spot."

"Alright." I'm driving.

"Left. Right. Right. Left. Straight for awhile... Left..." He points his gun out the window and fires at passersby.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Target practice."

"I thought you said we were going somewhere."

"Yeah, I just wanted to get some distance from my house before I started shooting." He fires again.

"Stop it, dude." I see cop lights in my rearview. "Goddammit." I pull over. The cop walks over to my car.

"Can I have you both step out of the car and drop the weapon!" he says as he points his gun at us. We both step out of the car with our hands up. He arrests us both and takes us to the station. We get thrown into a holding cell.

"You're a fucking idiot, Leo."

"We're just having fun."

"Maybe Johan was right, but maybe he was only right about you. What's wrong with you? You like killing and violence and shit."

"I'm just having some fun the way I want."

"Dude, maybe you do need a therapist or something." Luckily, my dad showed up and paid my bail. "What about Leo?"

"Sorry son, he's not responsibility, his parents have to do it, not me." My dad says.

"Well, I'll see you later then."