The half-forgotten
Other half of my short life
In short story form

 
Get In Line
11-04-1998

I was riding my bike toward some destination when I came upon a really steep street, too steep to ride up, so I walked my bike. I caught up to some other guy who had the same problem. I decided to ride a skateboard instead. Just as in real life, however, I sucked at it and kept falling off. Someone had given me directions on how to get where I was going, but, of course, they made no sense and I had to make my own way. I met up with two other skateboarders. They had the same type of board that I did...cheap, plastic, thin, and white. They had buzz haircuts. I followed them. Some college-lookin' guy with a backpack started following me, too. We went up into this tunnel that suddenly sloped quickly downwards, so I held on to the railing.

We slithered through some tunnels before finally stopping in an area with a lot of doors. One of the guys said, "Pick a movie, any movie." This must've been the back entrance to a movie theatre. There were a few other skaters there, too, and they were holding the doors open a crack with their skateboards.

After a while, a movie got out and we nudged ourselves in. Everyone wanted to see a different flick. The security wasn't keen on skateboards, so I hid mine up the back of my shirt and kind of slid by sideways when the two guards were engaged in conversation.

Looking about, I saw a bunch of my fraternity mates headed toward a theatre. I caught up with them and asked one of them, Chad, what they were gonna see. He told me, and I went inside, not seating myself just yet, but they never showed. I checked a couple other theatres, but they weren't there, either. In fact, hardly anyone was in ANY theatre.

This time I stuck my skateboard in the front of my shirt and walked out. Tons and TONS and TONS of stuff I don't remember...large back alley, flooding, outdoor showers, Ally McBeal and other random chicks playing this game where they have to put this puzzle together with their eyes shut (it was like a cut scene that transpired every few minutes). A warehouse, ah yes, within this alley (ahaha! ALLY McBeal in an ally.) where a bunch of guys I supposedly knew were just kinda fucking around. We made a fake commercial where we al lined up and beat up on some guy. Seemed like it had a great point at the time.

I was walking out of the Medical School Building at U of M, helping two other guys carry a very large bundle. Me in the middle, them on the ends, like a big mattress turned vertically. We crossed the street and walked down the slope, just how it does in RL, kind of chattering away.

Next thing I remember, I'm at my Grandma C's house, but she's not there. I was with Reese, some older woman who later turned out to be Leslie, and Marlo. We were all tired. Marlo sat down on the couch and started to fall asleep. I got on the couch and lied down, taking up the rest of it. I started playing with her hair somehow. Leslie brought us some covers, and we lied down together. Reese was trying to sleep on the floo

Marlo started sucking on my neck. I ran my hand over her face, clearing some of the hair away, and made to kiss her, but realized I had gum in my mouth. I took it out and put it on a saucer on the end table by the couch. Then I realized I had some MORE stuck in my teeth, so I spent some time getting THAT out. This happened about 5 times, more little pieces of gum ending up in my mouth. She started singing, "I love you Eric," with some unique melody, rather loudly. I was afraid she's was keeping up Reese, cuz I didn't wanna hear us making out, if I could ever kiss her...I never DID kiss her, though, cuz of the damn gum thing.

Then I was back in the warehouse, watching something on big screan. Some guy came in, pulled the plug, and slipped in a video tape of the commercial we'd made. It had the guy there, looking all silly, and one by one, someone bashing him across the face with a punching glove on, him babbling the entire time. I saw myself get in line at the very end.


posted by Phlegm at 11/24/2003