Crazy in '91 (Part 2) (625 hits)
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Submitted by <grandestranso.at.miculo.com> (View user info) at 2004-01-14 14:10:33 EST
(Here's Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/22928 )
"Push the bed against the door," he instructed. As always, I did what he said. His lunacy made him seem more mature. There were no males in my household besides my father and he was at work most of the time. Shawn had become my older brother.
After the bed was against the door, Shawn placed the stock of the gun in between the mattress and the bedspring. He produced a hacksaw from his closet (I didn't think to question the fact that it was in his closet until just now) and began to saw off a large chunk of the barrel. I turned up the volume of the music just to be safe.
He turned the gun around and began on the stock. He wanted this to fit in his jacket, he told me. Just flash it at the flippant females and be gone with them. I am of course adding some eloquence to his statements or you might be reading, "We're gonna put this shit in my coat, right? We'll go back to Steve's and let those sluts know not to come back. Fuckin' bitches."
Suddenly, the door banged against the bed upon which I was sitting. I looked through the crack and there was Shawn's mom. She stared curiously at me.
"What are you guys up to?" Such a sweet woman. Hot, too. She was a MILF before I even knew what a MILF was.
"Just rearranging my room, Mom," Shawn explained. She seemed to accept this and closed the door immediately. This was an age before Columbine. O.J. Simpson was still Nordberg. Innocence was abundant. Shawn finished his project.
After putting the gun inside his jacket, we walked back to Steve's. Sure enough, the girls in the Celica were still driving up and down the street. Steve, ardent negotiator and grandiloquent speaker that he was, was still standing out on the front porch yelling back at the car, "Fuck you!" Will these people ever think of something new to say?
Shawn instructed that I just walk back to the porch and he'd take care of the rest. I did as told and let our gracious host know that Shawn was going to scare the girls off. He smirked as I told him what was about to transpire and we turned back to the road.
There he was in the middle of the street, just waiting for the car to come back towards him. And here it came, right on cue. As the vengeful sorority pulled up, Shawn raised the sawed-off shotgun. We couldn't see exactly what his face looked like from our vantage point, but I assume to this day that he was grinning wildly.
The driver got out of the car. Shawn quickly walked up and pointed the gun at her, chest high. Steve and I stood up. There seemed to be a discussion going on, Shawn and "The Ex" yelling at each other. I nervously shuffled my feet. Drinking gin and juice underage is one thing. Smoking underage is one thing. Sawing apart a family heirloom shotgun is one thing. Witnessing a murder? Something completely and horribly different.
"Oh thank you God, thank you God, thank you GOD," I thought as I saw the shotgun being lowered. I knew Shawn liked to do things differently than most, but killing someone didn't seem to be like him. It most assuredly wasn't, and isn't, like me.
BOOM
The fucking gun went off. I froze. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I would complete both of those actions later. For now, I stood still. With eyes closed, I prayed.
I heard a car screech off.
I looked up and over and there was Shawn running towards us and the car full of angry, and now frightened, females speeding off. I was wondering what the fuck was going on. Did someone die? Did Shawn shoot the car? What the hell was I doing here?
"Dude, the gun went off!"
Steve and I once again looked at each other and told the gun-wielding maniac to show us where in the road it hit. We nonchalantly walked up the street, thinking everyone would assume some grouse or pheasant hunter was blasting off in the nearby woods. Why we didn't run and hide then I have yet to figure out. Like I said at the beginning, no one's ever accused me of being the smartest man alive.
I don't remember how long we were up there, talking, laughing, pointing at the shotgunned hole in the road and saying, "Shit, man!" It doesn't matter. All that matters is it was long enough for "The Ex's" new boyfriend to decide he was going to kill the three guys who threatened his girl's life. It was long enough for him to get some of his boys together. It was long enough that we had to dive off the road as his car (never did get that make and model) tried to run us down.
Shawn and I ended up landing next to each other and he made the suggestion that we get the fuck out of there. I concurred. We ran through backyards until we found a woodshed. We hid therein. I was scared, confused, mad, but my best friend assured everything would be fine as long as I followed his instructions. Sure, why not? They got me this far.
After an unknown period of time, the wait was over. We exited the woodshed. I thought we were going back to his house, but he led me in the opposite direction. I didn't know where we were going, I didn't care. I just didn't want to die. I kept looking over my shoulder down the road for some speeding car full of gangbangers.
We approached the cemetery. I was led into a large tool/storage shed within the gates. Shawn opened up a huge drawer and put in the shotgun. He quietly closed it, slowly turned around, and looked me straight in the eyes.
User Reviews
Submitted by CunningVision (user info) at 2004-03-24 05:36:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Funny so far. Crazy but funny. Looking for Part 3.
Submitted by PukingDog (user info) at 2004-02-03 07:55:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Great writing, intriguing subject.
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-02-03 06:53:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Nah, amused. I stopped hanging out with him about eight years ago. A little too crazy for me. I thing I explain where he is now in Part 3 of this story.
Submitted by amusediniraq (user info) at 2004-02-01 04:10:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
whew! So is this guy still a close friend?
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2004-01-15 21:21:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-01-14 19:56:01 EST (#)
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I'm glad this is well received. Thank you.
Submitted by vergedor (user info) at 2004-01-14 18:14:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Thank you
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2004-01-14 16:42:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
groovy.
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-01-14 15:24:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hellz yea man!
It's like "Stand By Me" or "The Body" (it's original title) in the new age!
I will be back tomorrow to see what that crazy fucker got you into next.
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-01-14 15:01:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh, and this is also going to be concluded tomorrow.
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-01-14 14:11:55 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
My first attachment fuck up. Hooray for me!!!