Nine Lives

Nine Lives

We call them Altoids and they crash and scatter all over the blue-carpeted bathroom floor. Quick! Find them all before the cat does. I tell Keller’s baby sister they’re little white mints filled with white powder. If she finds one, she can have a stick of Big Red gum I have.

We’ve been goin’ and rollin’ for hours, but there was this one shit Keller picked up from that one fat kid, Turbeville’s his name, Tubeville, Turville, something like that, and we waited in the parking lot of the Walgreens on 1093 for was seemed like forty-five minutes before the fat kid shows up in the big red truck, and when I say big red truck I mean a BIG RED TRUCK, and it was loud, and the head lights danced discos in my eyes and Keller paid for the shit and shook a bit from the baggie the fat kid had in the big red truck, and we tried some and soon we were pumpin’ and jumpin’ and bumpin’ down Mason Road, past my house, past the elementary, and past the right we needed, fool, take a right at the light, the BIG RED LIGHT, you dumb fuck and SLAP! That shut my mouth right up, and the oozy red pumped and jumped and bumped out my left eye and I didn’t say another thing ‘til we got back to his place, and I dropped the whole damn bag all over the bathroom floor for the cat to eat.

 

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