Why Am I Here?, chapter 3
I got sort of lost so I stopped for a map. Again, I got stares. But since it was so late, not a lot of people were there. I grabbed one and paid the guy. Thank God I had cash on me. I got back in the car and took a look at the map. I saw that I was at Gilman Street and I looked at the address. It was pretty far but I could handle it.
The part of town I was in was pretty beat down. Plenty of warehouses and punks walking the streets. I shuddered to think what could happen. I started driving slowly down the road. But I made a bad decision which I thought would be a good idea. I turned on my headlights. What was bad about it?
What I ran into it. "Look what the dog puked up!" My eyes grew wide when I realized the dude with the pink mohawk was pointing at my car. "It's Mr. Sellout!" another screeched. What did I do? "Hey we're talking to you shithead!" a girl with ripped jeans yelled, running behind my car with her troupe. "Oh shit." I said. The girl reached the tailgate and started pounding it with a baseball bat or something. "We thought.... *bang* We told you.... *crack* to stay *huge bang* OUT!!!!"
I floored the pedal while the angry punks continued chasing me until they ran out of air. I drove into a deserted area and stopped the car. I put my head on the wheel, sweat running down the sides of my head, breathing hard. "What the hell is their problem," I said to myself, "Why am I not wanted?"
Everything was just too confusing. First I wake up in a house with my head bleeding, then people stare at me because God knows why, and now I'm being chased out of a town for unknown reasons. I sighed and sat back. I looked around the car to see if anything could tell me anything. I found a picture on the floor after about five minutes. There was a picture of a beautiful woman. Her hair was long, black dreads. The smile across her face made me feel warm inside. I looked on the back of it. These words were written on it in messy handwriting:
Best wishes on tour!
Love 80.
Was I part of a band? Am I? I pondered that as I looked for more evidence.
Nothing. At least not important. I laid back and decided that I'd continue on this so called 'adventure' tomorrow. I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly.
The part of town I was in was pretty beat down. Plenty of warehouses and punks walking the streets. I shuddered to think what could happen. I started driving slowly down the road. But I made a bad decision which I thought would be a good idea. I turned on my headlights. What was bad about it?
What I ran into it. "Look what the dog puked up!" My eyes grew wide when I realized the dude with the pink mohawk was pointing at my car. "It's Mr. Sellout!" another screeched. What did I do? "Hey we're talking to you shithead!" a girl with ripped jeans yelled, running behind my car with her troupe. "Oh shit." I said. The girl reached the tailgate and started pounding it with a baseball bat or something. "We thought.... *bang* We told you.... *crack* to stay *huge bang* OUT!!!!"
I floored the pedal while the angry punks continued chasing me until they ran out of air. I drove into a deserted area and stopped the car. I put my head on the wheel, sweat running down the sides of my head, breathing hard. "What the hell is their problem," I said to myself, "Why am I not wanted?"
Everything was just too confusing. First I wake up in a house with my head bleeding, then people stare at me because God knows why, and now I'm being chased out of a town for unknown reasons. I sighed and sat back. I looked around the car to see if anything could tell me anything. I found a picture on the floor after about five minutes. There was a picture of a beautiful woman. Her hair was long, black dreads. The smile across her face made me feel warm inside. I looked on the back of it. These words were written on it in messy handwriting:
Best wishes on tour!
Love 80.
Was I part of a band? Am I? I pondered that as I looked for more evidence.
Nothing. At least not important. I laid back and decided that I'd continue on this so called 'adventure' tomorrow. I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly.
