Repugnant: Butterfly

Chapter 2 - I am not a genius.

"Oh my word! What the hell were you thinking writing this mate?!" Shouted Cody. As he dug his fingers into his blonde hair trying to comprehend what he just read. He seemed dazed and irritated at the same time. Almost as though he had stumbled across a difficult math question - the first one at that.

As the rusty fans above span and the city lights stretched out. We sat near a pink tinted window, dining, whilst the streets were brought to life by the buzzing cars and chatter. The intrinsic energy was that of the city lights which boomed intensely. The restaurant was pink, clustered, noisy and humid. As sounds of fried chicken collected over that of gossip and nascent chefs. The windows were smudged with oily baby fingerprints. Teenagers ganged up in the corner seats exchanging numbers, napkins and air alike. Some of them wear sweaty. Some of them were high on weed. Some were aloof and hungry. Some poor and struggling in finding comfort or rather belief within God's existence. Some were old folks from Downtown collecting their dinner at the counter. Some hypocrites were still brainwashed on religion, blubbering on and on about how the world may end. Nonetheless we were all stuck. In a false vacuum, in an isotropic universe, a universe we call home. Quite ironic to think that everything in the universe can literally kill you and yet here we are – living – with what purpose to it?

"Don't judge me, you watch porn almost every time you get a chance. To be frank that's every time," I whispered back at him. But this time with caution to whom may be eavesdropped. In an attempt to not embarrass him. Whilst my eyes hovered around the restaurant.

One of the elderly ladies behind us interrupted. She seemed to be have dug her hands into a bowl of soup with a newspaper right across her. "Ssh -"

"Mind your own business lady" added Cody.

"You ki-i-i-ds can't ta-lk-lk-lk like that to a l-a-a-a-dy" said one of the waiters. Till this day it stuns me on how he managed to keep track with people. Either way I gave him gratitude for have landed the job. Something like that was rare.

"Whatever, mates let's get got of this dump!" shouted Cody as Jimmy starred sharply into the waiters eyes. Still locked eye contact as he reached out his hand to the door knob.

We quickly left the restaurant in shambles as the door slammed and rattled against its metallic frame. Our desk messed with sources all over, napkins, wrinkled paper notes, we left a few coins for the waiter too and our appetite was not satisfied. Not the slightest bit. Some of us were still high, still hungry, still hooked on traveling the cityscapes. The clouded night sky complimented the moist air, wet pavements and drizzle. Smog settled on the streets and the freeway across the parking lot blurred out. Scent of the chicken nuggets from the restaurant lingered in the atmosphere. Cigarette buds, newspapers, and aluminium wraps laid all over. A smell from a garbage bin nearby was unsettling on the nostrils. There were no cars parked expect ours. The parking lot was small enough to fit about at least ten cars. The cars windscreen on the other hand was foggy.

Jimmy was first to get to the car. We had saved up money we made from small gigs to buy it. It wasn't much, just a second hand Toyota. A two thousand and three edition if I'm not wrong. I mean if it moved and it had seats it is descent enough right? Why spend millions of dollars on fancy cars that increase the chances of an accident?

As for the others they kicked the back doors open whilst I just jumped in the front seat next to Jimmy. Everyone in the backseats stuck middle fingers out to the restaurant as we burnt the tires a bit before we took off.

Rick and Danny at the backseats started making out next to an unfamiliar blonde face. Her eyes told tales of benign beginnings. I simply looked at her through the mirror and her broke eye contact. At that moment I saw, tiny glimpses into her past, reasons why she was here with us. With lost kids who tried to find meaning in their lives. Mere meaningless collectives of matter.