Stranger In This World (518 hits)
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Submitted by someone (View user info) at 2004-11-05 13:01:15 EST
Supplies:
Two bottles of wine, one red and one Merlot, aged three years.
Eightball of cocaine
Quarter of marijuana, wet and dark green, with a smell like pine needles.
Adoroll, fifteen pink pills. 30mg variety.
Jar of coffee, Maxwell House.
Two loaves of bread, one La Crusta, one Jewish Rye.
Bag of apples, half Golden Delicious, quarter Macintosh, quarter Red Delicious.
Digital recorder, Sony Music Inc.
80gb Ibook G4, Apple Corporation.
Electric Typewriter, Smith-Corona brand.
Notes From The Underground, Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac
Turning The Mind Into An Alley, Sakyong Mipham.
King James Bible, red hardcover Bible, copyright 1984.
1992 Honda Civic Dx, green.
Before packing the supplies into the Civic, Christian decided he should smoke a joint, half packed with tobacco, half with marijuana, and have a cup of coffee, black, double brewed, before he began his journey. He confirmed to himself this was was a necessity before the trip, the pot would keep his senses stable and mellow, and the caffeine would make him aware, and sharpen his stoned reflexes. On a deck perched like clockwork in a middle class suburbia two hours west of Boston, he watched the leaves fall from the trees and catch updrafts of wind and float high above himself. He smoked and drank his coffee in silence, breaking the the noise of the wind seldomly by coughing up phlegm and spitting into the air in defiance.
When the coffee was finished, he washed the cup in the metal sink and placed the cup clean and still dripping wet into the cupboard and then looked over his note one more time that lay white and still on the countertop of the kitchen.
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Dear Mother and Father,
For twenty years now you have graciously provided me with a place of refuge in which to learn and grow in happiness and good health. For that I am in deepest thanks. I have four siblings in whom I will miss dearly, tell each and every one of them that they have my sincerest love, and reunited we will soon be. In case you have not yet suspected, this is a goodbye letter. I wish I could say for how long, but the Lord our God will let me know when my journey is completed, and then I will return to hopefully open arms. Do not be angry, nor sad. I have enclosed a check for 5,000 dollars that I have received for selling my material possessions. I ask you to take 3,000 dollars for expenses obviously incurred during my stay at your humble adobe. 1,000 dollars will be donated to a church of your choice, I assume you will give to your own. The last 1000 dollars should cover any remaining bills I should have. Use it to pay off my debtors and the remaining money should there be any must be put into a savings account under my name which I ask you will set up for me. That is all. Keep the faith, we will be reunited someday. God bless you all.
Sincerely, Christian
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Christian looked at the note and frowned, his writing was weak and his words sounded hurried and too formal. With a shrug he put down the note and took one last look at his surroundings. An empty countertop was sparking white and the floors were white and clean but worn with much use. The stairs which led upstairs were just vacuumed, and footprints wore into the raised carpet and gave evidence of his use. Mother always said to take off shoes before walking upstairs, but he laughed and shook his head like that mattered at all right now.
With one last glance he prayed quickly for the safety of the home and for his journey, then walked out the door, leaving it unlocked behind him.
He put all the supplies into the trunk except for the Bible and the cocaine. He defended himself, for he would need amphetamines to keep him awake on the long drive, and the Bible to keep his soul calm and his mind at peace. Drugs used properly are not a sin, he thought this out one more time. Then with a twist of the key the car jumped to life and he pulled out of the driveway and onto the open road.
This is the start of our journey.
User Reviews
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:32:16 EST (#)
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Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:08:02 (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm intrigued. This seems very promising. Oh, and FFR, it's spelled Adderall.
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Yup, just checked it out in my "pocket guide to perscription drugs", wow I'm a dumbass.
jojojojoan- The "Finding Christian" name is great! I think I may use that. Thanks.
Submitted by jojojojoan (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:20:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I am interested to see where he ventures to. I know if i had that much coke id be on the ride of my life. It just sucks when you try to do it and drive. Title suggestion... Finding Christian or Destination.
Submitted by big_wigger (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:10:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
ahhhh, the romantic early 20's...how i miss those years. road trips, futons, intellectual curiosity.
Submitted by JenBee (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:09:31 EST (#)
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MORE!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!
Submitted by IamNotTheWorldTradeCenter (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:08:52 EST (#)
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+2 for aderall.
that's a gonna look a whole lot like my inventory when i relocate.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:08:02 EST (#)
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I'm intrigued. This seems very promising. Oh, and FFR, it's spelled Adderall.
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:05:29 EST (#)
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I'm interested to see where this goes. Can't help you with the title, though, sorry.
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2004-11-05 13:02:54 EST (#)
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Before anyone says anything, this title is almost a direct copy of Kevin Canty's book, A Stranger In This World. I am in desperate need of title, so if anyone has any ideas, I would be grateful. I have a pretty good amount of writing done on this story, so I will release them in weekly increments.