Thursday, 31 March 2011

The way home

The sun was rising over the tall buildings to the east. I could not only feel the morning dew now, but I could see the drops sparkling in the morning sun. Everything felt fresh and alive, and the smell was only sickening me. I had been out drinking with a few friends of mine the night before. We had camped in the same patch of woods I was now sitting in. We had come out here in three different cars. There was only one car left now. And I was the only person left. My friends had decided to go into town at around two a.m. I didn't feel the same urge to go as they did. I was enjoying myself out here in the woods. They had taken most of the booze and left me with a six pack. It was all right though, because by the time they had left I was already quite drunk. The reason I felt so depressed wasn't that my friends had left me alone here in the woods, it was because I knew I had to go home eventually, and explain myself to my parents. So, I was just sitting here. Sobering up and thinking about what I was going to say to my parents. I didn't want to show up very early, although I wanted to be home before dinner. Dinner time usually calms a family down, or at least I think so.
I hadn't gotten any sleep but I wasn't feeling too bad. My shirt smelled of sweat and my shoes were destroyed. I vaguely remember crawling over a rocky outcrop a bit further up the hill. Back then I had still been enjoying myself. In general, a twenty-two year old should have no problems coming home drunk, or after a night of drinking, but with my parents it was different story. My father had been an alcoholic two thirds of his life and he had finally managed to sober up. And once he was sober he even took up a religion. My mother was very pleased, because she did not have to take all the crap my father would give her when he was drunk. I think I preferred my dad being a raging drunk. That way he used to leave me alone and let me do whatever I want. Now, the only thing that gets him going is when he hears about me drinking alcohol. And, of course he would find out about tonight. I had spilt beer in his car, I had been up the whole night and he knew I was going out with friends.
It was approximately 9 a.m. now and I felt like getting out of this place. I removed all the empty bottles from my father's car and got in. At first I just sat there, thinking about where I should go, then after five or ten minutes I started the engine and drove off. I was heading for a park I knew. A lot of good looking women walk through there on their way to university or whatever. It didn't take me very long to get there, traffic was light. I parked the car in a abandoned car park behind some office buildings and walked around to the park. On the way I stopped at a newsagent's to pick up some cigarettes. I then proceeded to the park. I looked at my watch and saw that it was close to ten a.m. Once I entered the park I bought a hot-dog from a vendor and found myself a nice bench to sit down on. I wasn't a very big park, but there was a pond in the centre, which was a very nice touch. There were ducks in the pond. There were three or four trees I could see and about a dozen benches like the one I was sitting on. The park was full of people going to work or school. I have no idea why it was so busy at ten in the morning. Maybe because it was Friday, I don't know. The first five minutes sitting on the couch I devoted to eating my hot-dog and smoking a cigarette.
An old lady interrupted my peace. "You shouldn't be doing that young man, it's bad for your health!" said the old lady. She was wearing a dress that looked like it was as old as she was. Her hair was long, and I could see bare patches on her head where there was no hair at all. Despite her ragged looks, she did come over as a nice enough person.
"I know ma'am, but I enjoy them nonetheless. Didn't you smoke when you were young?"
"In my day, everybody smoked. But those were different times young man. You should know better."
"I know."
"Well it doesn't matter. You should do whatever pleases you. Young people these days!"
"Thanks for the advice though, I know I should stop eventually. But I can't really commit myself to quitting. And plus, I've got other things on my mind at the moment."
"Young people these days..." And she just walked off.
I had no idea why I had just said so much. Usually I don't have much patience with old people, but I thought, as long as I'm buying time I might as well talk to people. And what I had said was true. I did have other things on my mind.
I sat there smoking for another two hours. Nobody else had bothered talking to me in that time. I had seen a few good looking women though. I had dropped out of university myself just a few months ago. I couldn't really adapt to the whole lifestyle, or it might just have been a bad choice of majors. I don't know really, all I can remember is just hating the place. I'd rather be doing a thousand other things than going to school. It was close to midday now and I wanted to do something else. I didn't want to go home yet, but I wanted to do something else. I had made up my mind on what time to arrive home, and I still had a good three hours left before I even had to start heading home. I used the public toilet building adjunct to the park and then headed back to my father's car.
I unlocked the car and got it. I found my cellphone on the floor and picked it up. I had missed twelve phone calls and I had about twice the number of unread messages. I really hate cellphones to be honest. Sure, they're handy from time to time when you want to get together with friends, but usually I was just annoyed by how it was interfere with things I was doing. Most of the time I just enjoyed be left alone. I threw my cellphone on the back seat and turned on the radio. The first station I chose was playing an awful song by Katy Perry so I changed the station. I had to change the station four times before I got something decent. It was a station playing The Doors and my mood slightly improved. I started the engine and drove off. I wanted to go to the beach and just hang around there before I had to head home. I could use some nice fresh salty air.
Whilst I was on my way to the beach, Neil Young was interrupted by a special broadcast. It was something about a family of three being shot dead during a burglary. I didn't want to hear any bad news so I just turned the radio off. It was close to one o'clock when I reached the beach. It was a pleasant enough day, but not really beach weather, so the beach was more or less deserted. I parked the car and headed towards the board-walk. I walked along the board-walk until I couldn't see any buildings any more. I took off my shoes and left them on the board-walk. I wanted to feel the sand between my toes. I found a nice little spot close to the shore line and sat down. I lit another cigarette. In the distance I could see a figure walking towards me. It was a person with a dog. When the figure came into range I could make out more details. It was a middle-aged woman. She didn't look too bad for her age. When she walked by me, her dog started sniffing at my feet.
"Sorry about that. He can never help himself," she said.
"Don't worry about it."
"What are you doing out here alone young man? If you don't mind me asking that is."
"Oh, not much really. I just don't want to go home right now."
"I know what you mean. It's a lovely day isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's great."
"Mind if I sit with you?"
I didn't mind at all. Up close she was quite attractive and she had some of the best tits I had seen the whole day. She was wearing a simple t-shirt with a sports bra underneath. She also had some denim hot pants on. Her legs were great as well.
"Go ahead," I replied.
She sat down next to me. Her dog had wondered off towards the beach. She started fiddling with the sand between her legs.
"Would you like one?" I asked whilst holding out my pack of cigarettes.
"Sure, it's been years since I've smoked. But I feel like having one right now." she replied.
After smoking in silence she made her move.
"So, since you've given my something. Maybe I should return the favour."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought to myself that this kind of thing only happens in films or books.
"What do you have to offer?" I stammered.
She then took of her shirt and bra, revealing some great tits. She then bent over and unzipped my pants. I could go into more detail, but the bottom line is that my mood was lifted to a point I never thought it would reach today. After doing the deed we said goodbye and both went our own ways. I was one lucky bastard. Nothing could bring me down after what had just happened so I headed towards the car. It was close to three o'clock now, so I headed home. The trip seemed very short, and I was probably grinning the whole way home. I still couldn't really believe what had just happened, but I rarely felt so happy. I was still grinning when I turned my car into my street. I was still grinning when I drove by a group of people all huddled together deep in conversation. I was still grinning when I drove by my neighbour's house. I stopped grinning when I stopped in front of my own house. Our yard was taped off with yellow police tape. Now, telling my parents about drinking the previous night was the last thing on my mind.

38 comments:

  1. nice read, i dislike most old people as well. cant wait till your next post

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  2. old people are sometimes really weird ..

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  3. I like the ending! I hope it was happy ;)

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  4. Great writing, love your style.

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  5. True story? Very interesting nonetheless. I was a little worried when you turned on the radio and heard about the murder. I thought it might've been your family!

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  6. Interesting read, kept me till the end.

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  7. Watch your sentence structure and flow. You've got some fairly standard sentence lengths, and it comes off choppy. Variation, style, and a smooth read is all very key. Btw i reciprocate $upport. :)

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  8. Good story ,but it was really hard to read. Please insert some whitespace next time.

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  9. I liked the bit about the wolves.

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  10. Pretty good. Just follow Nuker Zero's advice plus mind your word choice e.g., the 'tits' part threw me off because I thought you were going to describe it more poetically.

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  11. Oh man, I actually really like the ending. Nice work.

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  12. nice work,wat a piece of art,i bookmarked it to read the rest of it later

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  13. Same as footy, i love to read your storys

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  14. Man you're great writer . Keep it up I'll follow you

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  15. Nice writing, i like your style.

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  16. good writing, good information as well

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  17. Is this nonfiction?
    Nice writing!

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  18. Thanks for all the advice guys. I had debated the fact about using the word tits or not and finally decided to put it in there. I just felt it matched the way the protagonist was thinking, that's all.

    And yes, this is fiction. It's not based on my own experiences.

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  19. Interesting article keep up the good work.

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  20. i like your blog. keep up the good work

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  21. That's disturbing, but in a cool way ^^'.

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  22. nice story
    hope you will keep it up!

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  23. In depth stuff man, following for you insight.

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  24. Looks good. Certainly had me reading on.

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  25. I love your writing style! :)

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  26. Blatantly: this was one of the best reads I've had in a while. Quite interested in your style. Keep up the good work mate!

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  27. old people can be awsome or what like u saw rofl
    u got the bad ones

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  28. This is very good, I look forward to more pieces from you.

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  29. I like your style. That was one of the only long posts that I have ever read that I actually enjoyed reading. Thanks!

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