English Bandstand

"So, what you want us to play?" I asked Gal since I know that he's the newest member here. And I don't want to let any empty man fulfill our desires here. We are group, and we are nothing without one of us. "Well uh, Tony. Uhh," he stops. I shove his shoulder, as a sign I don't try to intimidate him. "

“We don’t have any purpose, .

aren’t we?” Gal being pessimistic since he was born.

“ I don’t know man, verbal adjectives I’m using right now still wrong.” “Even I say something very fatal.” “What is it?” Ferd is asking me for instance as a bat habit for me. 

“WE LOST OUR RECORDS!” I scream loudly, Ferd right now rubbing my chest. I feel itchy, almost laugh. They think it’s tendency from square uka-uka from the myth told by Mr Hans.

gal just being quiet, he knows he will be fucked sooner or later. 

I walk faster than any of them. I already have a lot of them. Even the ones I forget to record it and ended up writing stories as exchange since I feel ashamed with my recordings after lost some of them, both made or in my mind and I forget "So, what you want us to play?" I asked Gal since I know that he's the newest member here. And I don't want to let any empty man fulfill our desires here. We are group, and we are nothing without one of us. "Well uh, Tony. Uhh," he stops. I shove his shoulder, as a sign I don't try to intimidate him. “Shake, rattle, and roll.” “That’s junkies thing ever heard.”

Ferd smirks at me, I’m start getting scared. “Any writer blocks, jackals?” “No, I’m afraid not.” 

“Well you afraid, Ferd. I know you must do.” 

I don’t think this trash situation keep us stuck on the pit. I don’t know which word exact word in english. But our grass now full of cat’s dirt.

“It’s not our same old 58 yard.” We often drink some water from the water tank we often get into. But the biggest concern now is how to grab one of the car.

There are a lot of cars on our empty streets. Some candy stores and barbershop. But mostly 12 year old kids we picked on. But we buy some of it for them, we are not that evil.

“Let’s get outside folks, wasting time here.” I make the decision, most of it. It just happen right after I lost my dignity.

I’m the first one who gets out since I don’t actually put myself on all circumstances. I mean the focus on certain thing.

“Ferd you must be check every words on every poster we made.” 

Sometimes I feel low for give such order even though most of the time they obey me.

I get this authority since I was 18. Ferd is 25, and Gal same age as mine. About Aaron, never even think of it. 

“Gal you bring the ton of milk?” “Sure I do.” Gal always prepare for storages. They remember when they pick me up to the hospital for the bowel issues. 

“Still think of the certain regulations of each words.” “Calm down mate, we will get through it.”

I’m really appreciate the ambience on the morning, even the sunset. Some trees we would like to pick up the blueberries. People say those are full of poison, but it seems we are resistant after eat it by bits.

“Let’s get into the water, boys,” Aaron maybe has a little lip, but nurture says the opposite.

“Hold on, I need to take a pee.” I always have problem with urination, weak bladder or cold. 

The water feels so warm, I can’t even stand it. Too much heaven to pull off.

We put out our shirt. Pair of clothes we wear and wash it everyday. Hygiene is the last thing we concern.

“Yippie, wippie.” I take a breath with Aaron actions. He have two children; But I’m a big believer that childish parent often raise successful kids on extendent purpose.

We all love trash, we are horny everytime we get dirty. Hygiene is dirt, and dirt is clean.

I can sleep better with jeans and shirt. Long sleeves and such. 

Having a long hair to not being noticed, but the opposite happening equally.

After a long way ride to home, we use our clothes as body drier; We don’t have enough quid to buy a towel. It feels comfortable, using pants as a dryer. Luckiest men on earth to be hypocritical. The wind flows through our body and bring it up and down for minutes. Massaging each other, rubbing our backs.

“Hey douchebags. Any coins?” Coins always needed to rub our backs, so no one gets irritation. “Don’t get yourself a hernia,” Ferd added.

Sometimes annoyed, sometimes being calmed for a while. His observation mostly right, and he have right to say so. But no actions beat not to record it.

I cracked my hands to cut off my brain stem so I can be as happy as junkies.

“So?” I murmuring. “So, let’s start jamming again,” Ferd gives some practical solution. 

“But how? I already all of my sweat and blood.” “Bloody hell,” Gal added.

“Anything can happen if you shut your mouth and play. You got that?”

“I hope so.”

Gal just say yes; Aaron’s playing with his keyboard. I start to think to have a little keyboard that can be used as a necklace.

I mean a neckale for a guitar, but I can hold it and bring it everywhere. Giving some synthizer that not even allowed now. Everything being suspenful and I don't know the right title for this song.

"We all working out, mate," Ferd keeps telling me that.

Am I the one who are the ungrateful cream or just being perfectly fine.

"Yeah, we doing just fine, Tony." "We already sold it." I know Aaron is joking about it. Ironic sarcasm for himself, as the situation say so.

We are drinking orange syrup we steal from Marriane house.

"Shall we go to her house?" My chest rubbing all over me, Ferd the devil give the suggestion. "I don't have a rubber mate." Aaron being logically doesn't want to get involved.

"Aaron don't jerk yourself off she's mine," Gal's trying to be so agressive with his little balls. "Come on Tony, don't be anxious," be quiet Ferd I'm already on my own.

So we are going to Marriane's house. I'm already do it for a while when I read my own script and get lost with another paragraph.

She's always wet, never change her clothes. Everything just turned on when you are dirty. Each of us flip a coin. The one who won will go to her house and do some creative stuff in it.