hobbledehoy

The McAdam Pub

Many people wouldn't guess it, but along with writing, I really love photography.

You see, writing and photography have a lot in common. They're both a a form if expression. A record.

Something I can do by myself.

So when I was finished with my early morning delivery of mail, and afternoon classes; Creative Writing, English Literature, International Studies, and a Drama class; I had a little free time.

I used it to pursue my only passions.

It rained for most of the evening, and I hate the feeling of a soggy sweater. So I decided to stay in and write until the rain died down.

The story I'm writing is called Rollercoaster. It needs a lot of work, there are many plot holes. And the title, a bit cliché I know, but if someone ever got around to reading it--I'm sure it would make perfect sense.

Basically, it's about a young man, named Casey, who has a multiple-personality disorder. He has a violent personality, that's falls for a young man in Chicago, where he sometimes has to work, and he's called Eliza. And he's kinder side falls in love with his best friend, Daphne.

Like I said, a working progress.

As much as I enjoy writing, I can only do so for so long. Eventually your eyes start to hurt, your fingers feel numb, and you start to crave mountain dew and nacho doritos.

I was experiencing all of these unfortunately, and after only three hours to. Lucky I had planned ahead, and I already had a bowl of shrimp flavored ramen waiting for me in the microwave.

"Hyrum! Dude!" Someone pounded their fist on my door, "Let us in!"

Us?

"Um, I'm, uh, naked!" I respond without carefully considering it.

"Please, we all share the same body parts!" Shouted the high-boyish voice of Roland.

"Except mine are more impressive!" Added the deeper, stuffy voice of Tatum.

"I need new friends..." I grumble sourly, dragging my feet slowly across the floor.

"Hey Hyrum!" Roland exclaims as soon as I open the door, "We're going--Dude, are you wearing slippers?"

"Dude! What grown-ass man wears slippers?" Tatum shakes his head and pushes past me, Roland follows soon after; when he's through giving me a disapproving pat on back.

"What do you guys want?" I ask, quickly eyeing my red slippers, then eating more of my noodles.

"We heard about you and Merlynn's little brick wall." Tatum plops down on my couch and kicks off his shoes.

"From who?!"

"Well, Merlynn told Wes yes, then Wes told Ali, then Ali told Tatum, and Tatum told me!" Roland says faster than I was able to catch.

I sunk down onto the floor, right next to Roland. My face well into my shaking hands and I exhaled sadly.

She said yes...

"Bro?" Roland awkwardly clapped me on the shoulder, "You okay?"

"The sweater boy is close to tears, of course he isn't okay." Tatum scoffs. He then stood up, his tall-lanky figure towered over me like a bean pole.

"I am not." I scowl.

"Well you're really pale," Roland points out, "I mean, paler than usual."

"Again." I say through gritted teeth, "What do you guys want?"

"Geez man, don't get your panties in a twist." Tatum smirks. I don't know the guy well enough, but I can't say I'm liking him that much.