TIME TRAVELER

Back in my day, I was a homeless man who lives in the street. Many people look at me like I was sad. No I just joking, of course they don't look at me at all. But I don't know I just feel sun and everything just recovered everytime. No wonder many people keeps away from it. unless some culture do so. But what happen now after I runaway from home, they told me I will gone dead by then I living on this road. But here I am, stand healthy with lean muscular body, no virus attack me. I'm shirtless, not really shirtless afterall. I still have some jeans and shirt, but never change it. But this time I'd like to go to the river. Sun and water combined, nothing can defeated. "Hey boy don't get sick!" I look at this old man smiling, I smiling back. I swim and wash my clothes with a laundry soap I just stole three days ago. I hope she doing well. Flunked out from high school and burned my CV. So no report about my school years. Liars, not fool, but liars. Afraid to get dunning kruger effect, I read many books on the book store. No stealing about this, I still have some ethics. Here's the book, with a chair and table enough to fly my mind nowhere. "Once upon a time, there is a kid that just ride his bycicle around 12 years old. Living in a mansion with 2 sized pool, verbally down and lost self esteem. For 12 years fighting at school, often lost the fight due to his scrawny body; Then he discover something. Guess who, Mr. Connely?" "Beat it you hear me?! get the hell out of here!" Damn why so many librarian act this way. But then again, I won't criticize before think.

I get out

without realize anything happen. Possibly could, but afterall everything happen

could not really affect anything unless my reaction involved. But I saw some

arcade games, it used to be around my era, take a look inside. Have so much fun

with colorful bright. "Knock, knock." "Come in, it's public

park." It's not operator, of course it's a man. "Don't be scared son,

you look so sick." "No man, I just calm down." "Calm

down?" I used to act very calm, maybe too calm as marshmallow. Everything

I get encouraged by something, it always messed up. Maybe it could be some

blood pressure, but I still 15. Everything meaningless well worked for me. "Where

can I buy the ticket?" "You're so funny, kid. Your name, please?"

"Rick." Didn't say the full name since trust issue flames my brain,

used to do some exposure but seems not working. At some point, this guy makes a

code to make me following him. "Wanna play some darts?" "I'm

still underage, sir." "Relax kid, it's not a gambling." I know

it, but just tested him for some hypocrite tendencies. "Can you just leave

me alone. I feel embarrased." "Oh, sorry." "What's wrong

with this kid, maybe from the future soft kid, heh." He said it while

walking away from me. What's the point anyway? But what now, I just enjoy the

moment, bright everywhere, and put some notes on it. Oh there is a

shooterfighter, maybe it's good to try that. But my mind just stoned me, like a

manequin. A human being lost himself. I nip my catnip, so I stand tall but

heavy. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" "What's wrong with me? I

thought someone break in." "What?" I try my best to not look

weird, especially around hot babe. Try to look confident. maybe it's a good

exercise for sure. "Well I lost my coin, you have some." Why I try to

look poor this time, it seems urgency tendency to act this way." "It

makes sense. I see you play around but only look at these machines. What's

wrong with you anyway?" "Listen you cupcake, maybe I'd like to play

with you this time." What the fuck, I say that by what? "Well, let's

give it a try, hotshot." "What's your name?" "Kirk."

"You're a woman, right?" "Yeah, anything suspicious?"

"Sort of. I'm Rick." "Pansy clothes." I don't know what

Kirk talking about, which era I lived anyway? I don't bring my phone. Or it-;

Shit, might be lost it somewhere. "Hmm?" "What?" "How

dirty the floor make you keep seeing things?" "I just-eh"

"What?" "My phone. I maybe fall it somewhere." Kirk seems

look mad at my act while just knowing me. She act tough, but I'd like to

hanging around with wild girl like her.

"You

bring telephone outside your house?" "Yeah." "Let's try

this hockey action figures." I don't familiar with this. I don't even look

basketball and time crisis game I used to play when I was 10. "You

new?" “No, of course not.” “You lying to me or yourself?” “Me.” “Very

funny.” I’m quite good when it comes to daddy jokes although my age still

unqualified yet. “You know… Let’s try something else.” Kirk quite interested

this time; It seems they tend to be follower unless their complex character.

“You know I did something wrong when we played the balls there.” “What?” Crap it comes again. I keep walking. Glad Kirk didn’t ask again. Whether it’s realization or just for one night. Well not mentioned to be talented at this case, but predictability stable goods wales.

“By they way about your phone. You mean it’s Walkman, right?” Walkman? It supposed to be 80s stuff, it still used? No no no…. Think logic, Rick. Think logic. “You look sick?” Kirk touch my forehead to check my temperature. I still lost it when an antique thing mentioned at this two decades walkthrough. She put me on her direction, my eyes closed due to shock.

“Where do you take me? You think it’s gender reversal? It’s disrespectful!”

This weirdo just keeps running like I’m in real danger. “Are you weird?” Now I’m talking nonsense like most of fever little kids, or the matured one. It increases her anxious mind. The direction most likely to an alley. But where alley? The door sounds open, I can feel the wind blows. “Come sit here you little freak.” “How old are you?” What an innapropiate question, but who cares? “25.” Well I’m not shocked, I already did this to some of my teachers in school. I heard some bucket with water blowing through her knees. Now my eyes closed due to sleepnes. It’s very cold, maybe snow comes. Snow at march, very realistic idea. “You stay there.” “Where do you go?” “No question.”

Little calm from now on, but now there is one thing I need to find, a calendar. I know it’s stupid idea, many blogs and videos talk about it, but I’m not stupid enough to think it’s not profitable. And some of my peers keep believed it, or maybe just for entertainment. There are the stairs, very cold and comfy; Like it’s from theatrical show. When Kirk and me have some physical intact, it feels like a sweater. I know it’s cold, but very rare for this time. My feet getting heavier every step I reach. And finaly, moment of truth, the door will lighting up every mess confusion. “Knock, knock” Weird habit to a shocking moment but get ready for it. “1985.”

Well I don’t like to be shocked like stereotypical kids back in 1950s. But I think I will enjoy this moment except for being homeless at present time. It would change everything but how?