Douchebag

Douchebag, trashed. That's the whole words mean something about. Worth of lost, masking themselves in a crowd. Moreover, in a class, I sitting on the chair with blank sight. Someone knocking the door. Not mentioned to asking someone's there, but just a pure habit. "Hey Wil, it's you." "Jee great approaching, Jerry." "So you went to junior high?" "No, it sucks." "Why?" "You smart enough." "They won't let me in." "I even ask that to myself." "Let's get out of here." "To where?" "The woods." "So you still writting?" "No." "You joke me, right?" "No, I'm serious." "I lost my apetite towards words. Not even reading." "You suck." "No, man. It's stupid wasting time. You know what will happen next year? It would be a damn thing about writting stuff." "Yeah just turned your brainwashing peers, dumbass!" "Get the hell away from me." We don't meet since after that. None of us. Without tell me about the next plan. Unplanned. That's what I think about lately. I must be wrong! Or maybe I should. I open the doorhouse later on, just to see my papers back. I don't mind about idealism. It's full of camuflation stuff in there. Lying and lying. Doesn't mean to be a thinking like a victim, but I try to think critically, and that's what I got. "Knock, knock." I open the door since it's my own woods. "Jerry?" "Skin it, man. Why just ending that way." "Just forget about it." "Anyway I say that to myself." "Come on get yourself at home." He sees the papers. Bunch of papers. That writting style might be a wool font and hard to read. Not because I hate it, but I find it interesting rather than neat writting. Jerry looks fascinated, but I'd rather think that's just weird compliments mostly often happen to a toddlers when the first time they walk or eat. "Oh my-" "You must be hungry." "I left the sausage over there." "It's well date?" "Could be." Well we forest kid doesn't really think about it. Dirt or clean, just get the stomatch full. "It's a good size, Wily boy." "Stop call me that!" "Oh look, little Wily already on his period!" We often considered as that and don't really mind about it. It might be sensitive; But for me, I'd rather to act cool rather than just scared like seeing a coyotes. Some papers written year, 1954, 1955, 1956. That means it's the first time I'm against my own. "A tape, great!" We share our things together. The sound coming out, "I ran all the way home, just to say I'm sorry. What can I say? I running all the way! I run all the way home! Just to say I'm sorry! Please let me stay! I running all the way!" I lying on my bed, playing with my pennies. Jerry shared it too. Presenting the new game, "Penny Spinning". We just spinning the pennies and which one stay longer, that's the winner. We talking stupid and dumb all together. "Man, I'm weird, right?" "Definitely." I drink a milk and spitting at him. "Shit man, that's funny." "Jerry Tessio win! Hahahaha." "Hey Wil!" "What?" "Let's get to the store. See some chocolate bar, I'm hungry." "No way man! These pennies should be alive!" "Steal it?" "I'd nothing for Strangler." Definitely." We all know that anything could be happen since don’t think before do. That’s Strangler’s principal. Never think before do. NOT EVER! But there is one thing that he couldn’t hold onto. His arousal thoughts towards women. One day he gone to a chocolate store and slapped by the owner that on her 20s. But still manage to come there in a polite way. “How about Charlie?” “That big eater. Shit man I don’t even remember what I just talk about.” This often happen to me, especially when it comes to important thing. “What he used for?” “That’s what you should get rid off, Wilie. Your short term thoughts will lead you into your burial.” Talking about death. I used to real scared of it when I was eight. Man I don’t even remember my age now. Talk about junior high doesn’t mean we’re on our short period. I’m 19 year old boy in a 14 one. Stupid dumb but not even think it. “Hey!” “Two for flinching.” I often easily to get flinched. When it comes to what? Everything. But that’s real man. I used to think I’m still in that uniform. With a height of adult in a wide brain but easily to scared of. Even I remember my first mustache growing and how proud I was. Those peers think my pitch getting lower that make me proud at first, but not now. We just get into the store to buy a chocolate bar. “Hey watch this.” Jesus, what he’s gonna do now? Jerry likes to get into a trouble. Feels it like an entertainment. A lone ranger in more violent way. “Hey miss!” “Hello young man!” It’s the first they meet, wonder how that girl didn’t expect J Ranger track record in castle rock. “Any melted one?” “What?” “The melted bar, miss!” I try to get into an action this time. Jerry showing me the smiling eyes. I don’t even care how care he is that I couldn’t know what I did to him. “DOOR!” A big gland kid slamming the door. Last year he won a pie contest, avenged himself. Somehow miss Hampton getting scared of him, let him take any snack he wants. Sometimes he pay, but oftenly not. “Give my buddies the melted one!” Somehow his hearing improved after drinking astor oil and raw egg. Maybe acid reflux helping it cooked inside. Jerry opens the bar and immediately throwing it into her chest. “HEY!” “Don’t let him go away!” We running outside. Showing the world who we are. I still confuse about what point of this. But running towards forest is the most fun thing to do. “Look, Jerry, I don’t see any interesting in this.” “Oh is that so?” “Maybe we would maybe we wouldn’t.” “Let see what money we got.” “What will you do?” “A road trip. Give a long way we could remember.” “Two pennies,”Jerry have it. “Six pennies,” me. “Seven pennies,” “I got the snack. It’s all for me.” It’s often happen. We never try to dominate anybody. Our jokes are not nowadays jokes.

We just follow the rail tracks. Somehow it feels better. The feeling of soil and iron at the same time. Sometimes we asked in our mind what we get into, but talk about cartoon instead. “Hey Jerry why micky mouse wearing a gloves?” If you ask who’s the one who have the question it’s me. “It looks better. You imagined how to draw a perfect nails for him.” Charlie keep quiet since he still remember whwat happen last year. It seems only Strangler who’s not laugh at him. Made them often goes bromance in front of silly eyes. “Forget it, Charlie.” “It won’t,” as always, two words. “Hey girls!” Sarcastic sound came out nowhere. He covered with leaves so no one can see. From behind it seems I’m the one who real scare cat. “Wilie boy seems get enough with this, aren’t you?” “Very unfunny Strange. Whose bag is that?” “Stole it.” “It’s weird.” Thanks, Jerry, next time it will be unpleasant.” “Shut it, will ya.” Making each other triggered like no one comedian ever been there. They walking two by two. Charlie and Strangler dancing following the tv show at that time. Some say it candy dance, scared dance, whatsever that even more ridiculous. “So you find it, Wil?” “Find what?” “Mmmm” “Listen man won’t listen to sweet liar tongue anymore.” “Maybe you won’t, maybe you will.” “Yeah we’II see.” “Hey let’s take a water over there,” Charlie whispers.” There is a little lake over forrest. “What if there is leeches?” I asked immediately. “Now you act scared cat, aren’t you?” Jerry fooled me. Or more like I fooled him. Just a few seconds running into water, I spit them out. “Heeey!” Strangler triggered by punching me on a nose. I try to punch his neck till he dawn. Just like ten seconds after I did some schemes there, I get out to walk towards our nothing long walk. “What’s the matter, Wilie, gonna run to a bear!” “Hahahaha.” “I hope it’s you.” “Hey Wilie!” I immediately running as fast as I could. Don’t know what made me doing it that time. Sometimes I do random things leaving everyone in confusion. Don’t even asked them. I don’t even know myself. I try to pretend havc a normal act. Dumb people offfftenlyyyy scared of something that doesn’t need to be addressed. Should scared of leaving of alone? Man that’s stupid. But I still like a Jason Voorhees crawling out of water before a mass change. Sometimes I admire him, and have childish curiousity about him. “Hey what’s the matter with Wilie?” Jerry is the one that cared of anyone that he tried to observe. Something different, but I won’t let my guard down. I thought it’s a bad habit. Onced I admired anyone with a glass full of whiskey, it would be a massive pulp out dopamine dull brain. Charlie opens the first bar, eating it without tremoring hand. Oftenly happen to bunch of people especially girl. Afraid to eat that not even single person cared of. Bunch of damn theories out there. No time for that, I spinning my half helicopter toy colored green and plastic. Some color have long term phsychological effect. Then again, not even a head think of them. Time by time passed, it’s night cap down after us. I followed them from the back. There’s just something that make me left, nothing could explain, even now. Strangler cut off some trees without reason, but somehow it make a bed for them. None of us can built a campfire, so they falling asleep. “I’m scared, Jerry.” “Shut up Charlie, now you turn yourself in.” Strangler sleep on the soil. He’s strong enough with rapid health immune system. Five minutes later I came, just to take Charlie’s box of chocolate. No wonder how many sugar blood we have now. We castle rock people don’t afraid of illness, any danger of that. Little did I know, Jerry know I was there. He pretend to closed his eyes, but keep it peeled at the same time. It’s stupid to think if I scared of them. I just sitting behind the tree that still stand tall, not afraid they find me. Somehow my eyes have a water onside it. Jerry keep pretend to sleep still, but conscious. Maybe he scared to interrupt emotional outburst. Then wakes up without disturbed anyone. None like those specious that most likely have maximum range and running immediately and give some prudish hug that make everything worse. He walks like a normal approacher. Pretend to know nothing, sitting next to me without single touch. And say nothing. That's’what I liked about. I have deadly hatred towards people that would just fulsomely just say,”I know what it feels,”or more spitable like, “I understand.” I’d rather being bullied badly rather someone say those phrase. And if someone doesn’t let anyone talk like that, they will say churchly, “Victim mentality.” That’s the phrase that even if I’m on their side, I would use that phrase very carefully. “So how’s the school?” Jerry asked normally. “Great.” Sure he understand what I mean. “You still remember all of it.” “Hell no. Nothing could.” “We will just being two-faced person and go with scare-ass flow." “I don’t know,” with chuckles. Destroyed chuckles and laughs, sarcastic smile. None of those could beat. “Here, burned sausage.” “Thanks.”