Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

Next chapter in MyFriendJack

Oh my god. That shit is so good. 
           I can barely walk down the drag to the church steps, where most of us drag rats congregate. The church was old and made of stone bricks like a medieval castle. It gets creepy at night when you’re the only one in sight. I swear I’ve heard voices during those lonely hours—or it could easily be the drugs. I hear it’s beautiful inside though I’ve seen the outside front steps. 
           I can’t even keep my eyes open to make out where I was heading. My face feels blank with two tiny slits for eyes, and a gaping hole for a mouth. Though there are no words coming out, just drool dribbling out of the corners. When I do speak, I merely think I am speaking but it just comes out in slurs and moans. Damn that was some good shit. 
           I somehow made it to the church. I don’t remember how. I could recall being in the Taco Bell bathroom, fixing up, then running into a few jerks on the sidewalk. College faggots talking shit at me. If I weren’t high, I’d have throw down without question. And now, I somehow made it to the church steps. I vaguely remember someone yelling, other than those college pussies, but I couldn’t figure out from who or where. 
           Wake up! Wake up! You look too conspicuous, I keep telling myself. 
           I opened my eyes as best as I could and realized I had a drink in my right hand. 
           Fuck yeah!
           It was a Mountain Dew Blast from Taco Bell. I always use the Taco Bell bathroom. It’s got a single stall for men and another for women. It’s good because I can lock the door and take my time to fix up. If someone knocks, you yell, “¡Ocupado!” and you’re good. So, that explains where the drink came from. Ahh, it was that damn cashier who hates me who was doing all the yelling.  He know what I do in the bathroom so he’s always mouthing off in Spanish. I don’t take any offense because I can’t speak a lick of it. Shit, I can barely speak my native language. 
           I took a huge gulp, swished it’s berry flavor around then swallowed. I felt a slight pressure pushing into my forehead. I put my cold hand over it until it went away. Brain freezes feel funny on dope. 
           That had woken me up. I could actually see in front of me now. There was this really cute chick across the street. She was way too good for the likes of me so I looked away. I took a smaller sip of soda and I could feel someone’s eyes burning into my head. I looked back up at the girl. She wasn’t just staring this time, she was walking this way. 
           Holy Shit. 
           The closer she got, the more I recognized who she was. Her foot caught tiny pothole in the street so she stumbled then corrected herself. I smiled but kept my eyes focused on something else like I didn’t know she was heading towards me. 
           Jesus, was I gonna have to save her again by not getting hit by a car? This girl, I swear—
           “Umm, hello,” she said. 
           I still pretended like she was talking to someone else. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually nervous to talk to this chick. 
            “Hello,” she repeated. “I’m sorry to bug you, but—“
            “Huh? What?” I turned around towards her and mumbled whatever came out. Nonsense. Gibberish. Gobbledigook. I had to try again. “Uh Hey. Sorry.”
            She smiled showing the brightest teeth I’d ever seen. My teeth were yellow and in on the verge of falling out. I suddenly felt ashamed of them, so I kept from smiling. 
            “What are you sorry for?” She asked. “Do you know who I am?”
            I guess the first question was hypothetical. Of course I remembered who she was, but should I say so, or try to play it cool? 
           “Hmmm. Remind me.” Cool it was. Yet, I sounded like an idiot to myself. Why was I so tripped up by this college-looking chick? Normally, I couldn’t stand these people and would never be caught talking to one of them. Thank Christ no one else was around. 
            “You saved me. Do you remember? Last night?”
            I made it look like I was thinking hard. Digging deep into my damaged memory. I had done so many drugs and destroyed so many brain cells through the years, I couldn’t even remember how I got dope this morning, unless I thought really hard about it. 
            Before I could answer, I saw she was staring at me, my clothes, my skinny body. 
           “You know what?” She said. “Let me get you something to eat. 
            I never thought about it, but immediately when I turned my attention to my stomach, it gave a beastly growl. 
            She giggled. “I guess that’s a yes?”
           I looked up at her face, now in darkness from blocking the sun. Not seeing her face made it easier to speak to her. 
           “Yeah, sure. I’m broke though.”
           She smiled again, “I got it.”