Sticky Fingers

1996

-Playground-

Here he comes. That silly smile on his face tells me he's got something stupid on his mind. Wounder why he didn't just tell me what he wanted to tell me in class. I would try to guess, but with Sergey...anything is possible. Like a month ago he stole that Lada. Operantly if the keys are in the car, it begs to be taken. Honking out side my window. I knew right away that shit was stolen. Aside from being too young and too poor, Sergey got sticky fingers. What did he get his hands on now?

"Hey man, follow me!"

As we walk towards the abandoned kinder garden I see he is pulling out a match box. Shaking it in front of my face, but not saying a word. Asshole. Whats in it? Gun powder? That could be fun.

"Whats in the box?"

"...marijuanka"

Bull shit! No way...oh shit it is. How the hell did he get his hands on it? Sneaky bastard. He probably doesn't even know how to smoke it. The only thing that me and him tried was cigarettes...and I almost choked to death. Those things were fucking disgusting. Not to mention the hell my mother gave me when she smelled them on me. This should be fun...

The Apple Fell Far

2008

-Bathroom-

"This is your choice..."

"I know this is my choice! The question is are you ok with it?"

"I'll be here no matter what you decide"

Having said those words...do I really mean it? I bet she is also questioning if I mean it or not. She knows me too well and I can see that she is doubting my words. Common, at least don't lie to your self. You are not ready. You are far far away from being ready. Fatherhood? Marriage? Thats the last thing you need...you're too young. I'm too young.

"...yea, I'm not so sure about that. You don't know how to commit"

If I commit now, could I end up like my father...end up walking out on them? I remember my mother's face on that day. I never want to see anyone go through that. Could I cause such a thing? I don't want to be like him. I want to run, but thats what he did. I'm not like him. Underneath all that gold armor, he was weak and scared. I'm not like him!

Mr. Murphy

2003

-Parking Lot-


"Man the heads are gana roll if he finds out what we just did!"

"Yea I know...fuck it, it's done"

At the moment I couldn't care less about that asshole. I stood by without raising my hand for far too long. He deserves to get the end of the whip on this one. Can't believe he actually though I would go through with it.

"Shit, I don't know about you but I'm leaving tonight"

Thats the smartest thing I've heard you say yet. I have leverage. You've got nothing but bad luck that follows you everywhere you go. Poor fucking guy. How do you get put in a mental house against your will? You're not even crazy...compared to me. A twitch here and there never bothered anyone. Then you go and bet away your pinky and the ring finger on a stupid poker game. And the one that still bottles my mind is how in the world did you survive being struck by lightning. Shit, what are the chances?

Lechery

2006

-Bedroom-

"Sleep good?"

I shouldn't have drank last night. This was a mistake. You fall to seduction too easily. Again and again...never learn. What do you expect is going to happen when you drown your self in alcohol and flirt with every female you see. You crave for lust at first sight. Being addicted. It's like a fix for you. But when you wake up, I have to deal with the consequences. I clean up your mess.

"...you alright?"

Good question...physically or mentally? My head is cracking apart from dehydration. I want to throw up.

"Please leave"

"What?...Are you serious?"

"Yes"

"Why are you being such a dick?"

I would explain...but I just don't have the energy.

New Chapter

2008

-The Atlantic-

I know how much you wanted this. To get away from it all. Just us and the water. I see such happiness in your eyes.

I've never sailed this far before. We're about eleven miles away from Long Island. I can't even see the land anymore. What a great feeling...looking in all directions and not seeing a thing. Such peace and quiet. No cars honking. No people yelling. No sirens. Just wind blowing through my hair and the sound of tiny waves splashing against the side of the boat.

Staring at the sun you grab my hand.

"...this is us"

Is it? I hope you're right...