The Real Story, chapter 3
I reached the freeway and I realized that I had no idea where I was going. I was so caught up in running away, that I hadn't planned on where I was running away to.
"Now where am I supposed to go?" I asked myself.
"How about the city?" Completely shocked by hearing a voice in my back seat, I nearly swerved into the car in front of me. I eased off to the shoulder of the road and whirled around.
"Hey, Jesus," said a second voice.
"Tunny! Johnny! What the fuck are you doing in my backseat?"
"We saw you stuffing a bag in you car and figured you were leaving to go somewhere," Johnny explained. "So, we thought that you shouldn't go by yourself. While you were talking to your mom, we snuck in and hid on the floor until you reached the freeway."
I couldn't believe the two of them did that. Oh, right. You're probably wondering who Tunny and Johnny are. Tunny is my best friend and, I guess you can say, co-founder of the Disciples. Sort of, my Peter in a way. And being my right-hand man, he was supposed to take over if I left or committed suicide or something. I guess the'll have to do without him. Johnny is my neighbor and he's a member of the disciples, one of the first. The three of us had many things in common, so we hit it off right away. Tunny's parents are divorced and he lives with his heroine-addicted dad. Johnny lives with his mom, who's a prostitue. And, of course, there's me, with my mom, who--no, I can't think about her. She's the reason I ran off.
I turned back to the two guys in my car. "Fine. You can come, dumbasses. So what did you say to Johnny about your half-baked plan?"
"It wasn't half-baked," he said defensively. "We thought that we should go into the city. I heard it's way more exciting than Jingletown and it's so big and crowded, anyone could get away with anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything. Just think about the possibilities."
And I did. I didn't want to be trapped in a town of lies and deceit. I wanted to be free, free from it all, and start fresh. And the city was where it could happen. It was the perfect place.
"You know it's a great idea, Jesus," Johnny said, trying to persuade me.. "I'm for it."
"You know what? So am I!" Tunny cheered and dug up some beers from the cooler. My mom kept a cooler full of beer so that if she was too drunk to get out of the car, (like she would be sober enough to drive, but that's her) she would drink herself to sleep from her storage of alcohol. She thought I had no idea about it. Shows what she knows.
A few hours later, we arrived in the city and Tunny was right: IT WAS HUGE! And I mean really big. There were lights everywhere and crownds of people were so packed, you could scarcely breathe.
Seeing that we were low on money, we decided to save some by "shopping smarter". We casually entered a store and pretended to browse around. While the clerk's back was turned, we took a a lot of stuff and hid them in our pockets. We hung around for a few more minutes so we didn't look too suspicious. Finally we went outside and compared what we got.
I managed to grab some gum, a T-shirt, socks, and a box of licorice. Tunny had some cheese sticks, a can opener, cigarettes, and some matches. We don't know how, but Johnny was able to get a pack of beer, a huge bag of chips, and some spray paint.
"Leave it to the master," he said smugly. We decided to have some fun at the mall, and I mean fun for us.
First, drinking the beer and smoking, we went around singing songs, and changing the lyrics a little. We got many stares from the shoppers and sang even louder. We then went over to the food court and initiated a food fight. A bunch of girls screamed and annoyed Tunny so much that he threw chocolate pudding in their over-done faces. Seeing security guards coming, we ran as fast as we could and lost them on the second floor.
We entered a lingerie store and tried on some stuff. Johnny walked around in a pink bra and black thong. I tried on some green eyeshadow, orange blush, very red lipstick, and perfume so strong, I could've suffocated. Tunny was laughing his ass off and took some lacey underwear and flung them at customers like a slingshot.
Soon after, we decided to bail and saving a long walk, rode a hot dog cart across the mall. People were screaming and running for their lives and we jumped off of it as it crashed into a bench.
With the paint Johnny got, we wrote the words, "FUCK YOU, WHORES!" right outside some furniture store. And then I shouted the same sentence over and over again that made parents' hair curl. Security finally found us and told us to leave and never come back or we would go to jail. We left the mall, laughing our heads off.
"Did you see the look on that guy's face when he saw what we wrote?" I asked, wiping away the tears.
"I know! And the kids asking their mothers what the words meant," asked Tunny.
"I can imagine it now," said Johnny, relishing the thought. "'Mommy, what does, "Fuck the bitchy whores and the shit that they do" mean?'" We laughed even more and decided to end the night at the bar. Ok, ok, yes, we were very messed up, but what'd you expect from people who were raised by that kind of people?
We were underaged by a few years, but security didn't notice. We slipped by easliy.
The smell of alcohol was the strongest I have ever experienced, even when I had to drag Mom out of a few bars. We started with a beer and 20 minutes later, we went through 5 rounds each.
A prostitute came up to Johnny and started to grind against him. He was disgusted and flipped her off. His mom is a prostitute, remember? She got pissed off at him and walked away. A few moments later, she came back with a guy who was way older than she was.
"Were you trying to hit on my girlfriend?" he asked Johnny menacingly. Tunny and I tried to hold in our laughter? Girlfriend? More like granddaughter.
"No. I don't hit on sluts. She was hitting on me, actually," Johnny said confidently and steadily, even though he was very drunk, it was amazing that he could still talk clearly.
"Are you calling her a liar and a slut?"
"Yeah, I am! And I'd call you a whore for sleeping with someone half your age, but that's not sex, that's rape." The crowd around us "ohh"ed and some chanted "fight! fight! fight!" The guy seemed really aggrivated.
"Alright, hot shot. Let's get it on. Let's see how tough you really are." Johnny and the guy were about to fight, but then security came.
"Break it up! Or I'll throw both of you out!" said the beefy guard. "Sow me some ID." The slut-dater took out a driver's license and flashed it at him.
The beefy man turned to Johnny. "What about you?" he boomed. Uh-oh. Busted.
He threw Johnny, Tunny, and me out and told us not to come back until we were of age or something like that.
"Fine!" I muttered, swaying back and forth a little. "We have something better than beer." I took out a little packet of coke and passed it around. We got high in no time.
"Didya see theee age of thata guuuy?" Tunny slurred, as we got in the car. "He was older than my graaaanpa."
W laughed hysterically and kept doing so until we reached a motel on the outskirts of town. It was shabby and gloomy, but it would do.
And our room wasn't that bad. A bedroom, bathroom, and living room included. The sheets were musty and the furniture was old an peeling. But it didn't matter. We had brought in the cooler of beer and remaining chips and cigarettes, plus my stash of coke. We remained high the whole night. I remember before passing out that I never felt so happy in a long time, and how good it was to live the rest of our lives on this holiday.
"Now where am I supposed to go?" I asked myself.
"How about the city?" Completely shocked by hearing a voice in my back seat, I nearly swerved into the car in front of me. I eased off to the shoulder of the road and whirled around.
"Hey, Jesus," said a second voice.
"Tunny! Johnny! What the fuck are you doing in my backseat?"
"We saw you stuffing a bag in you car and figured you were leaving to go somewhere," Johnny explained. "So, we thought that you shouldn't go by yourself. While you were talking to your mom, we snuck in and hid on the floor until you reached the freeway."
I couldn't believe the two of them did that. Oh, right. You're probably wondering who Tunny and Johnny are. Tunny is my best friend and, I guess you can say, co-founder of the Disciples. Sort of, my Peter in a way. And being my right-hand man, he was supposed to take over if I left or committed suicide or something. I guess the'll have to do without him. Johnny is my neighbor and he's a member of the disciples, one of the first. The three of us had many things in common, so we hit it off right away. Tunny's parents are divorced and he lives with his heroine-addicted dad. Johnny lives with his mom, who's a prostitue. And, of course, there's me, with my mom, who--no, I can't think about her. She's the reason I ran off.
I turned back to the two guys in my car. "Fine. You can come, dumbasses. So what did you say to Johnny about your half-baked plan?"
"It wasn't half-baked," he said defensively. "We thought that we should go into the city. I heard it's way more exciting than Jingletown and it's so big and crowded, anyone could get away with anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything. Just think about the possibilities."
And I did. I didn't want to be trapped in a town of lies and deceit. I wanted to be free, free from it all, and start fresh. And the city was where it could happen. It was the perfect place.
"You know it's a great idea, Jesus," Johnny said, trying to persuade me.. "I'm for it."
"You know what? So am I!" Tunny cheered and dug up some beers from the cooler. My mom kept a cooler full of beer so that if she was too drunk to get out of the car, (like she would be sober enough to drive, but that's her) she would drink herself to sleep from her storage of alcohol. She thought I had no idea about it. Shows what she knows.
A few hours later, we arrived in the city and Tunny was right: IT WAS HUGE! And I mean really big. There were lights everywhere and crownds of people were so packed, you could scarcely breathe.
Seeing that we were low on money, we decided to save some by "shopping smarter". We casually entered a store and pretended to browse around. While the clerk's back was turned, we took a a lot of stuff and hid them in our pockets. We hung around for a few more minutes so we didn't look too suspicious. Finally we went outside and compared what we got.
I managed to grab some gum, a T-shirt, socks, and a box of licorice. Tunny had some cheese sticks, a can opener, cigarettes, and some matches. We don't know how, but Johnny was able to get a pack of beer, a huge bag of chips, and some spray paint.
"Leave it to the master," he said smugly. We decided to have some fun at the mall, and I mean fun for us.
First, drinking the beer and smoking, we went around singing songs, and changing the lyrics a little. We got many stares from the shoppers and sang even louder. We then went over to the food court and initiated a food fight. A bunch of girls screamed and annoyed Tunny so much that he threw chocolate pudding in their over-done faces. Seeing security guards coming, we ran as fast as we could and lost them on the second floor.
We entered a lingerie store and tried on some stuff. Johnny walked around in a pink bra and black thong. I tried on some green eyeshadow, orange blush, very red lipstick, and perfume so strong, I could've suffocated. Tunny was laughing his ass off and took some lacey underwear and flung them at customers like a slingshot.
Soon after, we decided to bail and saving a long walk, rode a hot dog cart across the mall. People were screaming and running for their lives and we jumped off of it as it crashed into a bench.
With the paint Johnny got, we wrote the words, "FUCK YOU, WHORES!" right outside some furniture store. And then I shouted the same sentence over and over again that made parents' hair curl. Security finally found us and told us to leave and never come back or we would go to jail. We left the mall, laughing our heads off.
"Did you see the look on that guy's face when he saw what we wrote?" I asked, wiping away the tears.
"I know! And the kids asking their mothers what the words meant," asked Tunny.
"I can imagine it now," said Johnny, relishing the thought. "'Mommy, what does, "Fuck the bitchy whores and the shit that they do" mean?'" We laughed even more and decided to end the night at the bar. Ok, ok, yes, we were very messed up, but what'd you expect from people who were raised by that kind of people?
We were underaged by a few years, but security didn't notice. We slipped by easliy.
The smell of alcohol was the strongest I have ever experienced, even when I had to drag Mom out of a few bars. We started with a beer and 20 minutes later, we went through 5 rounds each.
A prostitute came up to Johnny and started to grind against him. He was disgusted and flipped her off. His mom is a prostitute, remember? She got pissed off at him and walked away. A few moments later, she came back with a guy who was way older than she was.
"Were you trying to hit on my girlfriend?" he asked Johnny menacingly. Tunny and I tried to hold in our laughter? Girlfriend? More like granddaughter.
"No. I don't hit on sluts. She was hitting on me, actually," Johnny said confidently and steadily, even though he was very drunk, it was amazing that he could still talk clearly.
"Are you calling her a liar and a slut?"
"Yeah, I am! And I'd call you a whore for sleeping with someone half your age, but that's not sex, that's rape." The crowd around us "ohh"ed and some chanted "fight! fight! fight!" The guy seemed really aggrivated.
"Alright, hot shot. Let's get it on. Let's see how tough you really are." Johnny and the guy were about to fight, but then security came.
"Break it up! Or I'll throw both of you out!" said the beefy guard. "Sow me some ID." The slut-dater took out a driver's license and flashed it at him.
The beefy man turned to Johnny. "What about you?" he boomed. Uh-oh. Busted.
He threw Johnny, Tunny, and me out and told us not to come back until we were of age or something like that.
"Fine!" I muttered, swaying back and forth a little. "We have something better than beer." I took out a little packet of coke and passed it around. We got high in no time.
"Didya see theee age of thata guuuy?" Tunny slurred, as we got in the car. "He was older than my graaaanpa."
W laughed hysterically and kept doing so until we reached a motel on the outskirts of town. It was shabby and gloomy, but it would do.
And our room wasn't that bad. A bedroom, bathroom, and living room included. The sheets were musty and the furniture was old an peeling. But it didn't matter. We had brought in the cooler of beer and remaining chips and cigarettes, plus my stash of coke. We remained high the whole night. I remember before passing out that I never felt so happy in a long time, and how good it was to live the rest of our lives on this holiday.
