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That'll Be The Day

I hate to make up cheap excuses to progress the story but I doubt you really want to read another 3 chapters about my daily routine. 3 months had now passed and summer was almost here. The smell of fresh cut grass and sun baking road kill filled the air. I was soon to be 17 and I still had no clue what I was doing with my life. School was almost out and while everyone had decided their grand plans for the 2 months ahead I was going to be rotting on a couch getting closer and closer to lung cancer and diabetes. I wouldn't be surprised if by the time this story is over I will have developed some form of stage 3 cancer. 

It was the second to last day of school when I decided to say fuck the last day of school and sleep in a few extra hours. What I didn't realize is that the few extra hours would be about six extra. I woke up and checked my phone to be acquainted with a few instagram notifications, only to my surprise to find out that they were only follow request from some middle school girls and a like from a picture that was a few months old. That got me thinking who the fuck is going through my instagram and liking my shit without following back? Oh well likes are likes I guess. I rolled out of bed limping to the nearest toilet only to lift up the lid and see someone elses shit from last night . I gagged as I smelt the dysentery and flushed it immediately. Midway through the excessively long piss I heard the ring of my phone coming out of my pocket. I struggled to keep my aim and grab my phone out before it stopped ringing. Once I finally got it out of my pocket I looked at the caller i.d. and it was that of everyones favorite high school graduate. I answered and said hello only to hear a response I wasn't exactly anticipating. He said “I'm right around the corner and i'm pulling up to your house”. I sighed as I shook the last few drops of piss and said “Ok come through the back door or whatever”. I seen the sun bleached top of the isuzu pull in and I knew what I was getting into. Two of my other friends were already in the car and I was just happy I wouldn't be sitting on my couch all day eating stale chips and watching netflix. After sitting in my basement and doing alot of nothing for about an hour I proposed we go out for a ride.

Halfway to my friends house I dropped the question… I then mumbled “Who here has any money”? At first I didn't get a response from anyone but after I popped the question again everyone simultaneously said “I’m broke”. I cringed my teeth together when I realized I was the only motherfucker in this car with more than a dollar. I heard my stomach growl and made up my mind that I was in the mood for Taco Bell. I worked up my way to the driver seat and said “You wouldn't mind to take me to Taco Bell”? A few seconds later I got the response I was expecting “Yeah but only if you get me something while we’re there”. I the pulled out my worn out series 2009 10 dollar bill and a few 1’s and looked back at him and said whatever… We pulled into the Taco bell and hopped out of the car is if we were clowns at a circus due to the fact only one of the doors opened anymore. It was about 80 degrees outside and the cold air conditioning of the Taco Bell sounded pretty good along with a Mountain Dew baja blast to get the taste of toothpaste out of my mouth. I walked up to the register feeling like a big man with all of my 13 dollars while everyone was breathing down my neck waiting for me to order them something. The smell of cheap ground beef and tortillas filled the air while I ordered enough food to keep my stomach from falling out and enough to keep them from bitching. Once I heard them scream out my order number I ran over to it and grabbed and few handfuls of fire sauce and napkins.

I shoved the food down in a hurry so I wouldn't have watch them stare at me while I finished my food like a civilized person.

After pulling out of the Taco Bell I had noticed the smell of weed. But not as if it were lit but as if it had been sitting in a hot car for about 30 minutes. I then attempted to ask if anyone else smelt it before I was interrupted by “Mr. isuzu” pulling a cellophane cigarette pack wrapper that had a little less than a blunts worth of nearly brown reggie wrapped up poorly. No one was as enthused as “Mr. isuzu” expected. Everyone just seemed to not really give a shit and move on with it as he almost bragged about how he was going to get high of this barley field weed. He then pulled into the closest secluded parking lot and started to roll the poor mans kush. I stepped out of the car and leaned up against it proceeding to light a cigarette due to the fact I don’t even smoke bud. He was about done rolling the skimpy blunt he didn’t even pay for when I realized I was in for a whole lot of standing and pacing back and forth. After “Mr. isuzu” was done taking his two hits he nearly passed out from coughing claiming “He was allergic to weed”! When that ordeal was over we were on the road again heading for nowhere as usual, but when life hands you lemons... You find yourself sitting in the back of a poorly air conditioned car that would be better off thrown in a steel compactor.