Wolf | Tyler, The Creator

Wolf

Wolf's grandmother had just died. He'd been sad for days and just couldn't seem to find a way to cope with the grief. His mother couldn't take it anymore. He needed to go somewhere and work on himself. Camp Flog Gnaw, in bold letters on a page of the paper for that day. Perfect. She made Wolf pack his bags and hop in the car.

'This will be good for you, you need to get away for a bit,' she said to her son.

'Yeah, yeah whatever,' Wolf replied.

The car ride was long. Wolf had never even seen some parts of the country they were in. After what felt like days of driving, Wolf's mother put the car into park and hopped out. Wolf followed begrudgingly, dragging his feet as he walked to the back of the car. His mother opened the door and Wolf grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, and then pulled his bike out of the trunk. He followed his mother to the reception building. Above the door was a sign carved into a wooden plank; Camp Flog Gnaw. Wolf and his mother entered the building, followed by the sound of a bell ringing as the door swung open. Wolf's mother spoke to the receptionist, and Wolf sat on a seat. He picked up a magazine, the title read Golf Wang F/W 15. From the pictures inside and lack of words, Wolf figured it was a fashion magazine. However, it was like one he'd never seen before. The clothes were vibrant t-shirts and shorts, no dresses or suits. He liked it and tore a page out. His mother called him and he looked up. Standing there he saw his mother and a tall, lean black man in a suit. He shook Wolf's hand and introduced himself as Dr TC.

Wolf had said goodbye to his mother and followed Dr TC while carrying his bag, pushing his bike along.

'How are you, Wolf?'

'Listen. I don't want to talk about it. Not with you, not with anyone else. I'm fine, I told her that already.'

'Told who? Your mother?'

'Yes, my mother. Who else? Dumbass,' Wolf said under his breath

The pair walked through the camp. Past a giant hall, a large outdoor area, a car park, and what Wolf saw out the corner of his eye - a skate park.

'Hm, maybe this won't be shit,' Wolf thought to himself.

Dr TC opened the door to a large cabin, and Wolf followed, leaving his bike outside. Inside bunks lined the walls. Along the far wall sat a piano, and a group of boys were huddled around it. At the piano sat another boy, singing and playing the piano.

'Sam, the music sounds good man! You've been practicing,' said Dr TC.

'Thanks.'

'Sam, this is Wolf. He new here.'

'Sup, man,' said Sam, nodding his head slightly.

'Wolf, this is Sam. Sam and his band have been here at Flog Gnaw for a while. Sam's gonna show you around while I fill out these last-minute field trip slips, alright? Now you guys have fun.' Said Dr TC, as he walked away.

'So you guys are into Ja-'

'Look. Wolf, Prairie Dog, Ronzell, whatever the fuck your name is. We don't fuck with you or anybody else here, alright? You stay the fuck out of our way and we'll stay out of yours. Capiche?'

'Oh. Yeah, my bad,' said Wolf, as he walked off to his bunk and laid down. Sam stood up and walked about two steps from the piano. He turned back to face his group.

'Yo, Hodgy.The fuck you doin'? Let's go!'

Sam and his friend walked out of the cabin. Wolf heard a car start.

'Chevrolet,' Wolf thought to himself. He liked cars...a lot.