The topic was “fun”, and he had had a lot
of that. Oh he did.
"I remember the days as clear as
crystal”, he started his narrative.
“It was the time of my life. I had wished
for new friends, and God, did I get a crazy bunch! In 18 days… we were friends.
And it only got better with the lot
inebriated. Bunch of bonkerhead drunkards I had befriended. That was then,
and there's today… They stuck by me.
A few of them were lost on the way. But
that’s the way it is, right?” He
continued his tale, cleaning the dust off of the glasses that looked like, they
had witnessed his life.
“One morning was spectacular, more than
others. I had failed myself and hence continuing the streak, with a mere 13 in
my German test. The teacher, a lady in her 50's, I guess, was kind enough to
simply call me up and clear up some doubts. It was the same teacher who
teased me with my liking for salsa. And she was a charm. Nevertheless, my
friend, the literal personification of Alaska young, had scored a 19. She was
ecstatic. She was in a league of special individuals. 5 to be precise, who had
passed. To celebrate our failure, and so she could rub her success in our
faces, the plan to visit a nearby brewery was almost obvious.”
Sitting with his face rested upon his
folded knuckles, he looked lost. Ages had passed, but he remembered the day.
That one could tell.
“Alaska, sat right there, right in the
front. Both, of the table, and of the beer tower.
I sat with another pretty face Rhea. Blowing
smoke, along with the lad cladded in white, his name escapes me… Yes. Jay, I guess,
on the pretty pink face. Bad manners, I know! But who think of that while the
guy on the other side has a Jack Daniels in one hand and a cigar in the other,
and the girl, a “Long Island” cocktail. With both buzzing, I was merely a spectator
enjoying the show.
You don’t drink, then you are the butt of
all jokes. So was I for a good part of the day. All the slurry tones hurling
disappointments towards me for being a vegetarian, non-alcoholic idiot.
The day ended with Rhea trying to snort
her sunglasses, a few guys punching my arm, Alaska biting and tugging my arm,
and Rhea again wondering how it didn’t hurt me, tugging the hair on my arm,
harder.
A friend smashing a mug on the floor trying
to high-5 me, and a few keeping dead quite to themselves for most of the time.
Yes. It was a good day, that one.”
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