Arduous 7th grade (556 hits)
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Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-01-24 13:04:52 EST
Derick Lawson
1/19/05
Good Things Come to an End
A crisp night followed up a boring day of video games, pizza, and movies. This was a typical evening in Huntington Beach, California. I saw watching a movie with little interest lieing behind my eyes as I absently sipped a Sobe. This continued for the next few hours until the sun went down and my good friend Jeff, whose home I was in, said good-bye to his parents.
"Now Jeff don't lose that money I left you. There should be enough for you guys to get some pizza or something, ok?" Jeff's father spoke gently for someone of such power. He was the president for a major hotel corporation in the area and his words spoke the lives of men and women that worked under him. He was also the father of 2 of the most spoiled and disrespectful (to everyone else) kids in the area.
"Jeff, listen to your father!" spoke his mother. She was less than quiet and without the interest of either of the two boys in the household. She fished a lot, didn't work, and enjoyed strenuous games of solitaire and online chatting.
"OKAY! Jesus F**king Christ! Freakin bi..." Jeff mumbled on without heed that she might here. She was one of the less than respected individuals that felt the wrath of the two boys on a regular basis due to the whole "sharing of household" idea that comes with marriage. He continued his blank stare into the computer without much care for either of them. This should have appeared normal to the two; at least it did to me. I'd seen this day in and out for the past 2 years of knowing him and hadn't really let his blathering bother me since the first few days I knew him.
"Have a good time you guys; we'll be back later tomorrow. Be good" and with that they disappeared into the jet black Buick and thereby into the crisp evening. We continued with the boorish evening for at least 2 hours before Paul, Jeff's older brother by 3 years brought out his paintball gun and made targets out of the back-yard garden decorations. Shots rang closely to the window we sat near while playing on the computer and startled us both.
"Shi* Paul!" came the routine response, "what the F**k are you doing!?" His voice seemed to carry more sap then seemed intended. Yet it did this too often to happen on accident.
"Shooting at this rabbit I saw in the yard." This brought a laugh from me, not a difficult thing, as I considered the irony of Paul's vegan lifestyle and his lack of care for living animals in his back yard.
"Damn animal killer. Let me see" and with that Jeff excavated himself from the computer chair and made his way through the drab kitchen to the back yard that would be nice if someone bothered to clean the old paint buckets and bedraggled yard equipment leaning against the house.
"It's gone now. I'm just shooting the stump. Speaking of stumps, gimps, and all else homosexual; where's Mike?" Paul asked.
"F**k Mike. He's probably getting it up the *** from his dog or something." Jeff chuckled at his typical graceless humor as Paul continued to blast the hapless tree stump. He was more full of blasphemy than a Dennis Miller novel.
"Ehh, just figured you guys would hang out tonight. I'm not gonna be here. I'm heading over to Shawn's. He just got a new bow from his dad and we're gonna find some stuff to shank" continued his older brother.
We eventually drifted back into the house to see whatever new contraptions their father had brought home in the last week. Like his two son's, he was into new and interesting mechanical devices that he didn't really have a use for. Ranging from PDA's that could send emails to flash lights powerful enough to signal a helicopter from a significant distance. Evening became night when midnight struck and by this time the neighbor, April, had found her way into the living room to share in our simple amusement with movies and idle conversation about just about anything. This meant I didn't make any attempt to speak unless it was stifled through uproarious laughter because this was when I was most alive. Listening to the brothers' ramble on about celebrities on TV or their mother's strange habits made each night worth being there.
Jeff, April, and I walked outside to the court they all shared and silently walked to the wall at the end of the road we usually sat at. Tossing things over the wall at cars we maintained questioning conversation about where to go that night. Each night that Jeff's parents left the four of us would walk around at night until roughly 5 a.m. to entertain ourselves with anything beyond our neighborhood. Being as that we lived in one of the safest areas in the country, we had little to fear. The last homicide this city knew was recorded 10 years before. The only thing that kept us from roaming completely unhindered would be the infrequent post of police patrolling the streets.
"Nice pants Darock..." April carried on a flirtatious act not unknown to me and I played right along back.
"Nicer pants, Abriel" I reached around for a playful slap on her rear when I tripped over a not so small item placed meticulously before me. Jeff roared in laughter as my knees scraped the pavement to be followed by April's playfully large rear. The laughter intensified as we reestablished ourselves on our feet and sorely rubbed our wounded body parts. April gave a girlish slap to Jeff who probably didn't feel the hit in the least.
We began our walk towards the 711 not far from the neighborhood. Stopping at the thrift store to pick up a few drinks, we set of. Walking with no identifiable purpose or direction, we carried ourselves as far as we dared or until something caught our eye. Usually within the first couple blocks we'd find a house or car to occupy our time using minor vandalisms that included signs, stickers, antenna balls, and obnoxious use of fireworks.
Our smiles disappeared with the site and shout of "cops" from myself to my friends a few yards back. Our instincts told us to bolt and that's what we did. The car didn't give chase but merely directed the front end to where we lay low. Obviously he saw the situation clearly enough to not be alarmed and probably took great pains to make us sweat. We slithered to the next block using bush and trees as cover. Here we disposed of any excess fireworks into a bush. Here came the mistake.
We made our way to the edge of the block we had entered since it was a cul-de-sac and none of us were prepared to hop any fences. Inching our way down the street for what seemed like hours, our hopes were blotted out as the flashing or red lights trailed our heals when each of us ran in whatever direction. Little did me and my running buddy know, the other two immediately gave up for lack of a will to run. Trust me, no courage guided their actions as they walked to the Crown Victoria. Mike and I lay low for what seemed like hours until the lights disappeared secretly carrying our two companions. Our fear subsided to a manageable level as we made our way back to the house. The fear sprang its way into the border of our throats when we saw the police car politely parked between two cars outside our house. We sat in an abandoned yard until we could decide what to do.
Fearlessly we both walked to the police car. He smiled as if expecting, and why shouldn't he? Where were we to go? He knew better. We went through the procedure listlessly stamping our fingerprints on little pink sheets with scribbled information on them. Like 4 drones we were escorted to the house of a parent to at least one of us. This was Mike's unfortunately and we had the unpleasant time of sitting in his living room as she barraged us with displeasing words and expectations meant to break us down. We sat listlessly staring at the wall until the lights were turned out, leaving us to our tired limbs, worn tired through the emotions that coursed through them that night.
User Reviews
Submitted by Fartman (user info) at 2005-01-24 14:39:51 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
You should be swept away by a -2nami.
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2005-01-24 14:34:59 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
You must have used 50 words in this pile of crap that had no business being there.
Either they were definitively wrong, or they were what I like to call "adjective abuse."
"...no 'identifyable' purpose or direction?" WTF is that crap?
Submitted by the_lone_stranger (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:42:40 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Ouch! Me peepers!
Submitted by AwesomeJohnson (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:42:32 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
no child left behind: take 2.
Submitted by RyuFu (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:42:31 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Para. Graphs. Put them together.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:42:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Not bad for a seventh grader.
Submitted by potatomanjack (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:34:26 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
F-
Submitted by AlwaysAnEagle (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:25:01 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
utter shit.
kill yourself.
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:21:55 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
This post gave me a brain hemorrhage and made me go blind.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:19:03 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
"F**k Mike. He's probably getting it up the *** from his dog or something."
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:10:41 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:07:56 (#)
Ranking: -2
I didn't even readi, I just have this to say:
[None] Sorry for double posting, just learning (Rating: -1.25 on 12 reviews, last by Shlongy 3 minutes ago)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-24 12:45:24
[Graphics] Hot assed country girl (Rating: -2 on 2 reviews, last by potatomanjack 15 minutes ago)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-24 12:44:33
[Graphics] Hot assed country girl (no reviews)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-24 12:44:00
[None] Women are cliche ridden romanticized demons (Rating: -1.64 on 12 reviews, last by hidden101 7 minutes ago)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-23 22:37:01
[None] Women are cliche ridden romanticized demons (Rating: -0.75 on 4 reviews, last by TheMidnight12AM 14 hours ago)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-23 22:35:13
Everything you ever wanted to know about Rookie
User id: 14812
Registered on or around: 2004-12-19 21:21:19
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5 posts in 2 days. Well, aren't you just a busy beaver, redfining "shitty."
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:07:56 EST (#)
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I didn't even readi, I just have this to say:
[None] Sorry for double posting, just learning (Rating: -1.25 on 12 reviews, last by Shlongy 3 minutes ago)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-24 12:45:24
[Graphics] Hot assed country girl (Rating: -2 on 2 reviews, last by potatomanjack 15 minutes ago)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-24 12:44:33
[Graphics] Hot assed country girl (no reviews)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-24 12:44:00
[None] Women are cliche ridden romanticized demons (Rating: -1.64 on 12 reviews, last by hidden101 7 minutes ago)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-23 22:37:01
[None] Women are cliche ridden romanticized demons (Rating: -0.75 on 4 reviews, last by TheMidnight12AM 14 hours ago)
Submitted by Derick Lawson <Palthainon.at.gmail.com> [Authenticated] (View user info) at 2005-01-23 22:35:13
Everything you ever wanted to know about Rookie
User id: 14812
Registered on or around: 2004-12-19 21:21:19
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Average rating of all messages: -1.12
5 posts in 2 days. Well, aren't you just a busy beaver, redfining "shitty."
Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:07:45 EST (#)
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C
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-01-24 13:07:22 EST (#)
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Don't try to save the day with more posts. Get out, cut your losses, recoup.