Short Story (part one)
olderman
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here's another go at it, eh?
Pete's Dilemma
Pete had lost his job in November. His pay had been decent, however, his wife pulled six figures, so he had never been financially motivated to better his own career. After three months of unemployment, his wife insisted he go back to work, no matter what the income. He understood. Understanding the moment was easy for Pete. His life was full of moments. And he sometimes remembered, like a nightmare, the moment he had met his wife.
At one time, it was he who had been the bacon man. He dealt pot and mushrooms and he treated his wife to dinners and vacations and other niceties the underground revenue made available. But those days were over. Pete still dealt some pot and pulled in some coin from his dealing, however it was basically nothing compared to what had been. Now, it was she who paid for the dinners, vacations and niceties with money she earned from her job.
They met in a popular bar. Actually, the bar was a meat market and meeting someone to screw over a night took little effort and, after all, it was the Seventies. No knowledge of AIDS, a variety of birth prevention options, and a simple ‘devil may care’ attitude fueled the rush to lust and paved the way to madness amongst the single crowd. A time of blessed fortune for anyone disposed to such a life style.
Pete's first sight of Amber was a dim, bar lit moment of her laughing loud and hearty. He had always enjoyed others who projected their own glee. What is not to like about a cute, laughing face. He made his way towards her, smiling like a fool. Like a foolish young man about to dive off the cliff of love into the sea below, not knowing the depth of the water.
And when she immediately recipricated his affections, he was hooked. Like a fish in a net. Ready to be fried in the hot grease of a camp fire.
(to be continued, I hope
)
Pete's Dilemma
Pete had lost his job in November. His pay had been decent, however, his wife pulled six figures, so he had never been financially motivated to better his own career. After three months of unemployment, his wife insisted he go back to work, no matter what the income. He understood. Understanding the moment was easy for Pete. His life was full of moments. And he sometimes remembered, like a nightmare, the moment he had met his wife.
At one time, it was he who had been the bacon man. He dealt pot and mushrooms and he treated his wife to dinners and vacations and other niceties the underground revenue made available. But those days were over. Pete still dealt some pot and pulled in some coin from his dealing, however it was basically nothing compared to what had been. Now, it was she who paid for the dinners, vacations and niceties with money she earned from her job.
They met in a popular bar. Actually, the bar was a meat market and meeting someone to screw over a night took little effort and, after all, it was the Seventies. No knowledge of AIDS, a variety of birth prevention options, and a simple ‘devil may care’ attitude fueled the rush to lust and paved the way to madness amongst the single crowd. A time of blessed fortune for anyone disposed to such a life style.
Pete's first sight of Amber was a dim, bar lit moment of her laughing loud and hearty. He had always enjoyed others who projected their own glee. What is not to like about a cute, laughing face. He made his way towards her, smiling like a fool. Like a foolish young man about to dive off the cliff of love into the sea below, not knowing the depth of the water.
And when she immediately recipricated his affections, he was hooked. Like a fish in a net. Ready to be fried in the hot grease of a camp fire.
(to be continued, I hope
) Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
That's for certain.. :eek:
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Mitch was winding down his night. Had to get some sleep some time.
The call came from Pete. He asked Mitch to have a drink or two. Mitch told Pete he would be there, in about 30 minutes.
Mitch knew he was Pete's escape. His one remaining friend, his closest friend and his oldest friend, Mitch would be there if he could, and tonight he would come over to close out this evening with drink. More drink.
What stories would they recall tonight? shitfuck dammit tohell...
Mitch also had moments. He was no different. His attitude, however, was different. Different from that of his good friend Pete, that's for certain.
As a young man, Mitch had once taken a long, cold, midnight stroll to contemplate the future with Debra. Mitch, after many weeks of naked rapture with Debra, had seen a glint of her bad light, that certain some such that at once should make a man take heed. To take heart and listen. Yet, he did not grasp that moment until his life had changed. Not for the worse. No, just simply changed. And change was good. So the saying is written, passed on and passed out.
Mitch was passed out.
(later gator
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
It was sad. If only for the fact that all of those who had heard his plans knew he would never do it. And now his aspritations seemed to be the all knowing about whatever the subject might be. He was becoming argumentative with everyone. He would cite facts that were wrong and embarass himself with poor grammar on the B.S, 'e-mail circuit' which was made up of old friends.
Mitch was worried. Pete had a good thing. Pete, however, was sad. He seemed afraid that he would never reach the knowledge level he perceived his more educated friends had attained.
It did not help that Joe, the most educated of the circle of friends in the 'e-mail circuit', would constantly call out Pete on points of grammar and facts and figures. The frustration of these 'smack downs' was beginning to show. Pete was on the edge. Mitch could not help. Mitch no longer felt that he really knew this Pete.
Mitch no longer enjoyed Pete's company. He still loved the rascal. But he could no longer be the brunt of his emotional outbursts.
(to be continued someday)
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green