MILKY CHEST

This day started when I arrive on the loop after my anus feel to release something beneath me

“Johnny, I find the tape.” “Ohh, really?” Johnny is a quarterback in high school figurative way, but I never find out after I took a bath, pretending it’s a sunbeam on the beach with the sun touching my skin, sometimes I feel arousal by it. “Ahh man, it’s heat.” I prohibit Johnny to have some air conditioner since I’m too shit to put in. We build our little house, one room outside inside.

“When we will get out from here, Doug?” “Calm down your pussies man, heat will be our strength.”

We both hang around with some creeps below the highway, according to the jocks we are numb our pain. Which for me is ultimate form of expression.

“Let’s go outside man, we have some fun thing to do.” Johnny and I craving for Walmart space with some precision places, liminal space. We can stay all day long without nervous breakdown.

“Let’s get hop in a car, sweetheart.” We often call each other by lovely names, people consider it gay, but that’s what I wish to happen. My balls still speak in normal way, I wish t could be different so I can be free. I wish Johnny think the same way I do.

We stole this car when we are 16, with some old bread we ate contain something magical in our mind.

We never drive slow, but we don’t want attention. We let the wind pass us by , with some mockery from shitty neighbors lying to themselves with junk food they eat; Piece of junkies with fucking smile.

“It’s nice the weather out there, Doug. Sunny and sweaty.” “Like a Lorraine the cousin.”

“No joking are you?”

I know quite well the reason we never attracted with long distance relatives is we approach them since little. Before our wing-wang takes over control.

We finally arrive in a gas station. We smell some gas on there, feel the sense of beauty you can’t imagine. But this letters with my fingers trembling with anger and denial, first step of grieving process.

“Hey Doug, get your ass over here.” We try to steal some snacks to fill my stomatch, then we share it with some homeless across the street. Weird name for me, Epson.

“That old creep man, we never get any intact with him since years ago.”

I don’t know what to write this time man, I bring my notes everywhere, I have some stories I can’t tell to any of you.

“Hey Epson you creepy spike hair, here your favorite junky gay food.”

“Yes, I am.” We all stunned, we never know this quite shape of man have some hormonal discharges.

“I will share it with Moon.” “Your girl? I thought you attracted to a dick?” “Moon is my man, a tailor with some shirt.” “Well that’s great, Epson. I have some new clothes arranged from some era in between,” I added. “Glad to hear it,” feminime sound.

We sit on the box, the box makes us survive with newspaper on it. Common guideline to survive as a homeless. A water we fill in the plastic and show it to the sun, then here we go warm water.

“Actually my name is Chandra, resembles moon.” “You look weirder than I thought, man.” Chandra finally gets angry. “Do you always behave this way, baby?” Johnny starts being sarcastic to tense him up. “Don’t worry he will gets down soon, he’s still 20.”

We burn the sausages to eat, Epson is scary on the way he lick the sausage. “Man you’re have huge appetite,” Johnny pretend to be scared. Johnny boy never scared of anyone.

We are eating the meal. I have some allergies to a processed meat, I once saw the billboard with a “sausage” grafitti on the man face.

Chandra’s cheeks still red, thinking about Johnny’s attitude. Johhny is a blonde jock who often harassing people everytime he gets a chance. But I know the reason why.

“Let’s get to our place, you junkies.” “What the hell you just call me?” “Relax man, Johnny didn’t mean it, right John?” “Sort of, twerp.”

We arrive in our house. “Man I lost any idea to create on myself, does anyone have any?” I murmuring.

“We are not living a story pal, stop whining. Here some crunchy corn flakes you can eat.”

“I never have a cereal before.” “Afraid with your diet program for your husband, Chandra?”

“You little-“ “Hey hey relax man.” Chandra almost hit Johnny with a chopsticks.

“Idiot. Epson I never thought your wife tries to hit me with a chopstick.” “Yeah, keep your attitude, femme-boy.”

Epson touch his forehead, thinking what his wife can do afterwards.

“Here we go a TV show,” I put on the TV to avoid situation, men attitude.

“Kenny Everret my man, he got hairy balls on his curve.” What the hell Chand, I never thought you will think this stuff. “Epson what do you like about this hairy guy? “I never see him before. But this guy is very cool.” “I think I have my own session on our recording tape,” I try to daydream again. “Don’t be such a dreamer man.” “You Wish, pretty boy.”

There is a girl on the television hanging on the phone call, pretty blonde babe, “5705, there is no reply, 5705.” “Holly moses, it’s City Boy,” I gasp. “Ohh man, I remember the lady in leather jacket and miniskirt on the poster.” “Yeah, I masturbate on it.”

We all dancing with the song, a sing fill with heavy beer, except with these two lighties.

I start losing idea again. What can I say now, fellas?

We all get sweat, open our shirt and I grab my guitar with watery instruments.

We all in caravan, full of desert and some little theatre movies outside on 8 pm.

We all get drunk, passed out. I even barely feel my stomatch.

“Ahh man, I got a head of ten.” “Feeling cold now, brothers?”

“Doug I want to taste Lorraine,” Johnny asks.

A man who just get drunk always get honest.

“Let’s grab some boobs, man.” “You boys stay here.”

We don’t know what Chandra and Epson gonna do here.

Johnny keep whisteling while we walk, it seems something works down there.

“You sure about this man? Last time you got your dick kicked by her.”

“Not a chance.”

We finally arrive with some people there.

But some preppies come at us. “Well well well, look at this dirtbag.”

It’s phony pals and Sugarcoat. Rich kids in Hendilberg school. Jocks with some flexing muscle, shaky milks in between.

“You better watch it man,” rich kids easily to get intimidated. “Your mommy still ironing your shirt, Phony?” “What the hell you call Phony?” Their names made up. Dudes like them lack of street smart. Drive on their Cadillac, bribe some boys in blue to get away with it.

Me and Johnny? Not a chance, we grab some baseball with nails on it, boys in blue crying in pain like a toddler.

Behind his back, Johnny put out a cigarrete, gives it to me too, pack of reedwod, strong smell and ghost.

I know movie guy often use this tactic to assert dominance. “Got a light, pretty boy?” Phony dumbly gives him a lighter, flower peeps, 5 dollars cost. “You know what you stand for?”

We both lights it, and “NBOOM”, “Argghhh, my legs.” “Your eyes, pussies,” I kick Phony balls, and you know what happen next. They all get down. “Get it kid? Better watch your ass.”

“Ohh here it is, my fucking Lorraine.” “And Betsy?” I get some hots for Betsy, undergraduate..

We both greasy, The only difference I have some wild journey to reach this point. A weird kid with somehow athletic genes, but don’t know it until 15.

“Girls love ice cream,” “What do you mean creamy bunch of things?” I asked back.

“Cheapest one, wild and natural, three dollars.”

We both sit behind them, each of our interest for each other.

“You know Lorraine, I have a tooth pain inside my chest.” “Nice try, trash smell.”

“You mean a garbage can, sweaty?” Lorraine looks back, eyebrow flushed. I don’t want to get beat, “Hey Betsy, let me cold down on your chest. Milk between the chest.” Betsy knows how strange I am. A jock who spend time alone doing body movement to keep it TIGHT.

“Betsy smiles at me, I don’t shocked.” I know girls craving for long changing guy, and I swear to God to the reade I never lie at this.

They run. “See cowpoke? They run now.” “No, no, no. Look.” I see the way they walk. “Hey man it’s our car.” “Look closely man, look it.”

“Man I though they gonna crash.” “Just Imagine Epson and Chandra.”

It’s a coping soap, to let down the blush.

“Hey, both of you. Where is the key?”

“It seems now we got a winner man?”

“The bet I do.”

THE END