We’ ve overlooked our Short Story Saturdays. How about you? Ã‚Â But, local writer, Charles Wilson, has returned. He took a story he or she read or even heard about a few guys combating over a bookbag and extra a little imagination. If you have an account you would like to publish, send that to mskymkemp@gmail. com.
It all started when I was walking out 11th in Arcata. Goin’ to a party that Ã¢Â€ÂœSammy the Stench,Ã¢Â€?one of the plazoids, was throwing. He had earned his nickname from his habit of eating several cloves of garlic a day and bathing about once a month.
His mom had kicked the bucket, a lawyer calls, and all of a sudden he had some bucks. He went from livin’ rough in the Manilla dunes to a nice rented house in Arcata. The money wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t last and the house might not either. He threw some wild parties, IÃ¢Â€Â™m tellin’ ya.
As I sauntered along, I was keeping my eyes openya never know what might just be lyin’ around in somebodies yard. Or in an unlocked car. I noticed light, a virulent orange, leaking out from under a garage door but didnÃ¢Â€Â™t think much about it at the time. I went on to the party and got shit-faced on SammyÃ¢Â€Â™s booze and weed. I tried to hook up with a couple chicks there but they didnÃ¢Â€Â™t want anything to do with me. Either I was too drunk or they werenÃ¢Â€Â™t drunk enough.
On the blasted stagger back to my squat that night, the bright orange light was still leaking out under that garage door. It gave a warm glow to the night.
I was to make that stroll almost daily. Sammy was a generous dude and his house became the second social hot spot after the plaza. Showers, (Sam should take em more often) a washing machine, clothes dryer, a toilet with a seat and real TP, plus usually a couple beers were generously offered and I always took him up on his offers.
If cleanliness is next to godliness, I was going to maximize my chances. I was tired of PTA baths with a bucket of sea water, tired of clothing sour from being worn but not washed. Truth be told I wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t much less fragrant than The Stench until I started using his shower on a regular basis. My aroma was just a little different.
With all my comings and goings I noticed a bright light seemed to always be on behind that garage door. As the weeks went by it switched to a brilliant blue-white but it was not only light leaking out under the door. There was also a strong smell of flowering pot as well. And I passed the place often enough to realize it was lived in by a couple college kids and was almost as big a social hub as The StenchÃ¢Â€Â™s rented house. Different demographics perhaps, but a lot of drunken parties were happening on Friday and Saturday nights.
It must be nice having parents to pay all the bills. Mine could barely pay their rent and paying for college? You jest I assumeÃ¢Â€?/p>
So one fine afternoon about a week after the light switched back to orange I was chillin on the plaza, sharing a doob with anyone who brought one and would hand it my way. A typical day in the life of an aimless plazoid, spent waitin’ for somethin’ to happen.
ThatÃ¢Â€Â™s when I met Deth Boy. He was a 20 somethin’ with enough tats on his face to scare a blind man. If the tats wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t do it, the knife he carried on his belt certainly would. How dangerous he really was nobody really knows but we all took him at his word. Like the rest of us he smoked weed and drank cheap beer every chance he got but his real vice was speed and I donÃ¢Â€Â™t mean the type you get on wheels. Crank, tweak, crystal, meth, the names were different but the effect was the same. The drug burned the health out of yand your mind followed shortly thereafter. Not my cuppa tea!
As the assembled plazoids passed around a couple blunts I ended up mentioning the garage with its interesting bouquet. ThatÃ¢Â€Â™s when Deth Boy poked me in the side and hissed, Ã¢Â€ÂœLet’s rip those fuckers off.Ã¢Â€?I was broke so that was an interesting proposalÃ¢Â€?/p>
Our program was to knock on the doorway after their particular last guests had left the Friday night boozathon and, when the door opened, we would storm in and do the behavior. We didnÃ¢Â€Â™t even have to be able to knock. The idiots were so confident (or stoned) they did not remember to locking mechanism the door and we just opened it and wandered right in. I was carrying a hockey bat I had lifted coming from someoneÃ¢Â€Â™s front yard and Deth Boy got his enormous shiv attracted and ready.
One of the men was rolling another shared while their roomie was playing language tag which includes cutie that has been half undressed. All three of those stared your way like we had been ghosts that will had abruptly appeared within their midst. They ought to have been so lucky!
Deth Boy got himself cranked to the readers for the career. Between their tics, jerks, mirrored colors and tattoos the guy was scary to start with, add 8 ins of twitching steel knife and the impact was inspiring. You could positive see where he got his name.
Ã¢Â€ÂœYour reefer or your golf balls, gentlemen! WeÃ¢Â€Â™re takin’ much more the other. Ã¢Â€? Where DB got that will line, IÃ¢Â€Â™ll never know however it seemed to work. The girl talked up first. Ã¢Â€ÂœItÃ¢Â€Â™s within the garage, the particular black rubbish bag beneath the bench. Ã¢Â€? She was right on that, too. Ã‚Â A big, black trash carrier was stuffed in a nook and, when we looked, completely fourÃ‚Â clear bags inside, fourÃ‚Â pounds of bud ready to sell or roll-up and enjoy.
I was rich!
Deth Boy stood there looking dangerous while I secured their particular wrists plus ankles combined with duct mp3. They would must just scream till somebody came to discover what the bother was about. We stuffed the particular weed in to my bookbag. Laughing We thanked these people for their unintended generosity, and exited shutting the front door gently right behind us.
Even as we walked away we could hear a muffled chorus regarding yells received from inside but the house has been well-built. They werenÃ¢Â€Â™t likely to wake the particular neighbors or even get assist before i was long gone following that. We advancing back my squat to sample their wares plus spend the remaining night.
IÃ¢Â€Â™m tellin’ ahora, dude, the look on their faces had been invaluable!
The next day Deth Boy said he realized a dude in E-town that would purchase the shit. He was probably the similar guy of which sold DB his tweak I thought but a new buyer must have been a buyer plus cash will be cash. The program was that I carry the group while DIE BAHN would follow me a several yards back again so it seemed like we werenÃ¢Â€Â™t together. When cops had been going to cease one of us it would oftimes be him, We would just keep walking like nothing has been happening and obtain our weed out of the trouble zone. That has been the plan.
We all bribed another dune dweller to give us a lift to be able to Old Area in his ratty car. A large handful of buds and he could have driven all of us to Garberville if weÃ¢Â€Â™d asked him or her. He fallen us away on Two Street and that we started going for walks towardsÃ‚Â Third. I had been just bridging Opera Alley when there was clearly a yankee at the package that almost pulled me personally over.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m takin’ that will pack now, sukka. Ã‚Â Thanks for the assist. Ã¢Â€? It was DB taking for all having been worth.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat the fuck you talkin’ Ã¢Â€Â˜bout, asshole. Ã‚Â This is half my very own. Ã¢Â€? The pack was approaching off my shoulders today and I content spun, grabbed the most notable and yanked back. A new furious tug of war accompanied by a noisy chorus regarding profanity ended suddenly when the pack tore, a pound fell away and one of us stepped on it. The carrier popped just like a pot-filled go up spewing that fragrant bud all over the sidewalk. We both froze and just stared at it in horror for a few seconds. Then all of us realized everyone was coming your way from both directions. Numerous had cellular phones rising to capture the picture. Others experienced already began scooping buds up as fast as they may.
This could have got gotten way too weird. — -Hell, this already was weird— nevertheless I didnÃ¢Â€Â™t need police force in my life therefore i gave up around the pack in addition to ran for just two Street, flipped the corner plus slowed to some fast walk to avoid attracting attention. I assume Deth Young man ran throughout the alley with all the pack, I never found the krydsning again.
We realized it had been time for myself to break camp and proceed outta Humboldt before the police officers found me. By now the inventors we conned had gotten free and possibly visited the law.
IÃ¢Â€Â™ll sure miss The StenchÃ¢Â€Â™s hospitalityÃ¢Â€?br>
Ã¢Â€ÂœHey Bill, this is me, Jimmy. Ya know what I buy from you? Well, I have some I want to sell. Interested? Cool, come on over. You can check it out and IÃ¢Â€Â™ll tell you a story.Ã¢Â€?/p>
TwentyÃ‚Â minutes later a knock on the door meant Bill was probably standing on the other side. I opened it, beckoned him inside.
Ã¢Â€ÂœHi Bill, come into the kitchen and let me show you what I have. You can tell me what you think of it and ifÃ‚Â youÃ¢Â€Â™re really interested.Ã¢Â€?/p>
Ã¢Â€ÂœOK, Jimmy, I can hardly wait. Bring it on!Ã¢Â€?/p>
We went with sex and brought out the ripped pack with its contents. I pulled out just about all threeÃ‚Â bags make them available. I decreased the pack on the floor by my feet.
Jimmy opened the first and took a sniff then smiled. Then he opened the second and smiled again. Finally, the third was given the sniff test.
Ã¢Â€ÂœThis is all the same variety.Ã‚Â ItÃ¢Â€Â™s got a great smell.Ã‚Â Now let me twist one up and weÃ¢Â€Â™ll have a little taste test.Ã¢Â€?/p>
In a minute he had selected a bud from one of the bags, dropped it in a pocket grinder, and after rotating it a couple times, he tapped the contents out on the kitchen table and rolled up a joint. He lit it, took a small puff and savored it, then a full hit. Instantly he started coughing. He handed it to me and sputtered, Ã¢Â€ÂœGood shit, Jimmy!Ã¢Â€?We passed it back and forth half a dozen times.
Then Bill said, Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m going to get my scale out of the car. I think we can do business if youÃ¢Â€Â™ll take 1200 a pound.Ã¢Â€?/p>
Ã¢Â€ÂœYou have a deal, dude! Get your scale and weigh these suckers. Then letÃ¢Â€Â™s do some business.Ã¢Â€?/p>
TenÃ‚Â minutes later Bill had the bags—just a few grams over a pound each—stashed along with his scale in the toolbox of his truck. And I had 3600 bucks sitting on my table.
My ass was saved! For now anyway.
Bill came back in and asked, Ã¢Â€ÂœSo whatÃ¢Â€Â™s the story, Jimmy? When did you start growing weed-and for that matter where? You have no room in this place.Ã¢Â€?Bill gestured at the small kitchen and the rest of the apartment we were in.
Ã¢Â€ÂœSit down, Bill and letÃ¢Â€Â™s finish this doob and IÃ¢Â€Â™ll tell you all about it.Ã¢Â€?/p>
Ã¢Â€ÂœSee Bill, my landlord, has been pretty lenient. You know, after I was laid off we both figured it would be just a matter of a couple weeks and I would be employed again. But somehow it wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t happening.
There just isnÃ¢Â€Â™t that much local demand for my skill set. The education my parents had almost gone broke paying for was not doing me any good at all. My dad bitched that they should have just bought me a road grader, it would have been cheaper and my job couldnÃ¢Â€Â™t be outsourced to China or Mexico. A real comedian, that guyÃ¢Â€?/p>
But he was right!
And,Ã‚Â if I didnÃ¢Â€Â™t come up with some rent money soon, Bill, I was going to be outta my apartment and living on the streets or back in my old bedroom with the parents. Not an appealing thought, you know. Neither is applying at the golden arches for a job flipping burgers but this option seemed more and more likely.
I had gotten tired of pounding the pavement, handing out resumes, filling out job applications, and decided to console myself with a piece of cheesecake and a latte. That much money couldnÃ¢Â€Â™t pay the rent but it would buy me a temporary pleasure and a little caffeine boost might help my mood.
I had finished my treat and just walked out the door of RamoneÃ¢Â€Â™s Caf?when these two bums got in a fight over a backpack across the street. Within seconds the pack had torn open and a bag fell out on the sidewalk. One of the bums stepped on it and POP! Weed blew all over the sidewalk.Ã‚Â Some went as far as the street when the bag exploded. The two bums looked shocked.Ã‚Â Cell phones were being raised by some passers-by to capture this comedy while others came running to scoop up some free smoke.
After a few seconds of standing there frozen with his mouth open, one of the guys took off running toward Two Street and the other one, the guy that ended up with the pack hauled ass down the alley. As I watched him recede towards D Street, I saw him throw the ripped pack in an open dumpster. When he got to D street, he hung a right turn. Curiosity (it killed the cat, you know) made me wander down the alley, reach down into the dumpster and grab the pack. It didnÃ¢Â€Â™t weigh much but it had something bulky inside. Without looking I took a real quick stroll back to my car, tossed the pack in the back and drove home to my apartment. Then it was time to check out what the fuss was all about. I wanted out of the Old Town area ASAP before one of the bums spotted me with the pack and wanted it back.
Finders keepers, losers weepers!
Once back at the apartment I finally looked at the contents of the pack. It held some small personal effects and threeÃ‚Â nicely sealed bags of weed. Each looked like a pound.
And so I called you, IÃ¢Â€Â™ve been buying my smoke from you for years and figured that if you sold it you might buy it as well.
The cash will cover my back rent and then some.
I gotta say though, as good as having the money is, seeing the expressions on those bums