Moving On (Part 2).
I finally awoke from my brief slumber from drinking. I checked my elbow which was bloody from the fall and rubbed it a bit. My back was kind of aching too. Nothing bad though. The sun was fading outside my window; I rubbed my forehead after glancing at the sun. Too much beer. I went downstairs and outside and a few people were still there from the partying. I sat down on a chair and joined in the conversations. “Matt, you up for some NetWok?” Rob asked.
“Yeah man, let’s do it.” I said.
“What’s NetWok?” Adrian inquired.
“Chinese buffet.” Rob answered.
“Oh hell yeah.”
We got our things together and started to walk. Adam comes out and asks where we are going and when we mention Chinese buffet he tells us to wait for him to get ready. Everyone stands for a bit then just starts walking. I could have reminded them to wait for Adam, but I didn’t. We get to about Bethune and Brock before he calls my cell, I hand it over to Rob who tells him he’s sorry that we just started walking. I don’t feel too guilty at the moment. Adam decided to go to Riley’s with Rory instead.
We continue our walk along Bethune Street with the occasional car driving by us. The air is cooling down but I still felt the sun under my skin warming my body. I looked up and around and drowned out the conversations of everyone around me to hear the shuffle of the feet on the sand below us. We arrive at the restaurant and get seated and order some drinks, after that proceeded to get stuff from the buffet section. We are all laughing and carrying on because we all still had some alcohol in our system. I put some of my crab legs in Adrian’s water glass without him knowing. When he found it out he was in awe. “I was drinking this the whole time?” He says with a stunned look. We all paid our bill and walked back home. When we got there everyone went up to Rob’s loft and I told him that I was going to call up Brian, the previous owner of Rob’s new place.
“Yeah?” Someone answered the phone
“Hey is this Brian?”
“Yeah what’s up?”
“This is Matt Hunter man.”
“Hey what’s up buddy?”
“Nothing, just, I am roommates with Rob and Adam, the guys moving into your old place. I was wondering if it was cool to move in now, or whatever.”
“Yeah we are all moved out; Guy still has stuff in his room, but if he didn’t come to pick it up by now then just throw it out.”
“Ok thanks man.”
“Late.”
I informed Rob about what Brian said and he has an upset look on his face. “That fucking prick,” He said with a pause. “He told us that he isn’t moving out ‘til tonight and he has already moved out.” He continued. I sympathized and said that we should call up Adam and Rory to come back because moving should start now if we are to get anything done. I call up Adam and tell him what’s going on; Adam is absolutely drunk when I reached him. This can’t be good. I tell Rob that they are on there way and Rob notices that nothing in Adam’s room is packed. “He hasn’t packed a thing.” Rob said.
“Yeah I asked him about that, said there isn’t much to do. I don’t know man, we’ll have to see.”
I start getting all the big heavy stuff downstairs and ready to go. I feel a bit rushed cause I know that this is going to take a long time with all our stuff and only a truck and SUV in tow. I start to shutdown my computer and turn everything off. I’m squat down and dip underneath the desk and start taking out all the connections on the back of the tower. Sweat is running down my forehead. I rise up briefly and open the window more and take some swigs of my lemon flavoured water. I go back down and remove the tower and speakers bit by bit, and pack away the cords in boxes. I leave that for a second and pack away some other stuff into old “Grand And Toy” boxes of miscellaneous junk all over my room. After the computer is done and the desk is folded away and junk taken care off I run up to Rob’s loft and get my plastic cover for my mattress. I go back downstairs and put on the plastic over like I’m fitting a giant condom over penis tugging at the ends. Maybe a sock analogy would be better here… anyways; I get that one and then slide it down the stairs and lean it up against the wall over the living room. I did the same with the box spring, then the desk, bookshelves, and other boxes. All right all ready to go.
Rory shows up with the truck and we are all strategizing on what will go first. They decide to check out the place first in Rob’s SUV to see if it’s all ready to move into. While they do that we move all our mattresses into the box of Rory’s truck and box springs as well. Then we wait.
I’m up in my room packing the little things when I hear them return from the trip. They are all distraught. “Man the place is a fucking wreck!” Rob says to me. My heart sinks. “Are you kidding man?”
“No man, the rooms are all messed up. It’s fucking wrecked.”
“Well… I mean, is someone able to at least live in there, I’m going to be there for the summer.”
“The bathroom is all dirty it’s crazy. I’m so fucking pissed.”
I start to freak out. I have all my stuff in the truck, what if I move in there and I can’t even find a place to sleep at night. What do I do? I call up our current landlord’s voice mail pager and leave a message to call me back, in case I could ask to stay at the house for a month instead. “Ok let me see the place,” I said.
Rob moved some of his stuff in the SUV and we went over there going pretty fast. When I arrived at the PR townhouses it was really dark now and gloomy. The townhouses were all lined up facing a common grass area, each with a small dim light illuminating above. I followed Rob along the path to see which place was his. When we went inside he moved in some of his stuff and I immediately went upstairs to see what the fuss was about. One room was just wrecked; garbage all over the floors and some weird silly putty like substance on the walls, to top it off there was a trophy on the center of the room broken into shards. One room had a bunch of stuff in it, old RCA stereo, mattress, bunch of clothes, computer monitor which look broken, and other junk. This must be Guy’s room. The other rooms were fine; there were a bunch of big metal staples and nails all over the carpet though. I told Rob to go back and get everything and I’ll wait here to help move in the mattresses. When he left I went to work to pick up all the nails and brackets/staples on the floor leading upstairs so no one would step on them or anything get scratched on them.
Rob and company came back and I opened the door and then went to truck to move stuff in. All his friends are helping move the mattresses and everything else. I ride back with them to the house. Adam and Rob get there stuff ready for the next move and I wait outside with Rory who is taking drag after drag on his cigarette. “Man lotta stuff to move, good thing we started now and not at twelve o’ one like we originally planned.”
“Well,” He said. “We’re just going to get Bob’s stuff moved in then we’ll head home.”
My heart sank again, because even though Rob said it was ok and that we didn’t need to rent a truck anymore, it became apparent that the truck that he brought ended up being only for him. I had to think of something so I talked to Rob who was too busy to think of anything. So I took it upon myself to sneak things of mine into the truck during loads. During one trip Adam hopped in the back to make sure the stuff didn’t tip out or slide out, it really wasn’t necessary
“Yeeehaw!” He said in the back of truck when we arrived at the PR townhouses.
Rob just looked upset and shook his head more. “It’s fucking 12 midnight and he’s yelling.”
Everyone is still working hard moving stuff back and forth, back and forth. I pretty much got my stuff there except for the little things that Adam and I can take back into his car. The two big things I leave behind is the computer chair which couldn’t make the last truck load and my bed headboard. But I have a feeling it can fit in Adam’s car. I asked Adam if it could though.
“If not, we’ll roll it over.” He said with a chuckle.
The last load had Adam’s two tall closets in the back standing up. Everyone tried to convince him to lay it on the side but he said it will be fine. “Man I am not driving the truck with that thing like that.” Mitch said. Adrian agreed. “Do you want to drive the truck?” Mitch asked me. I inspected the truck and realized that I was drinking all day and could not afford to drive it no matter how much I wanted to help out. Rory stepped in and said he’ll drive it. I get in the back seat in the cab and Adam in the front and we try to get over the hill on Stewart Street. One of the dressers tips because Rory ventured too far to the side of the road nearly hitting the driveways. I guess he’s still a little eneberated. Adam gets out and hops in the back and taps the window for Rory to go. He duck down low so any cops around could not see him in the back.
We get to the PR townhouses and move the last load of stuff in the house. I ask Adam if we should start setting up the beds and stuff and he said we’ll wait ‘til tomorrow and just sleep on the couches tonight. I protest but he convinces me otherwise. When we arrive back at the house we said our good buys to Mitch, Adrian and Rory, also thanking them for all their help. I said good-bye to Rob too even though it was short we did the hommie hug and he was over into the night back home. Adam and I set up the couches to sleep on in the living room and started to fall asleep. I am laying there on the most uncomfortable couch ever. It’s pink with some sort of synthetic leather and all ruined. I sink deep into it with all my weight lying down. I can’t sleep though because I keep readjusting and nothing seems to work. I finally just lay there on my back looking out the big window in our living room. I stare out into the night sky and look at the moon which is shining brightly and nearly waning. Adam is asleep right now and I stay motionless looking at it, fully aware of all the little bangs surrounding me in the house. I wonder what tomorrow will bring, I wonder about the future in general. So full of uncertainties and sadness. I drift away to sleep with my concerns in tow, and the same moon I stared at for so long stayed there reflected the sun’s light back on top of my motionless body.
Part 3 soon. I swear.
“Yeah man, let’s do it.” I said.
“What’s NetWok?” Adrian inquired.
“Chinese buffet.” Rob answered.
“Oh hell yeah.”
We got our things together and started to walk. Adam comes out and asks where we are going and when we mention Chinese buffet he tells us to wait for him to get ready. Everyone stands for a bit then just starts walking. I could have reminded them to wait for Adam, but I didn’t. We get to about Bethune and Brock before he calls my cell, I hand it over to Rob who tells him he’s sorry that we just started walking. I don’t feel too guilty at the moment. Adam decided to go to Riley’s with Rory instead.
We continue our walk along Bethune Street with the occasional car driving by us. The air is cooling down but I still felt the sun under my skin warming my body. I looked up and around and drowned out the conversations of everyone around me to hear the shuffle of the feet on the sand below us. We arrive at the restaurant and get seated and order some drinks, after that proceeded to get stuff from the buffet section. We are all laughing and carrying on because we all still had some alcohol in our system. I put some of my crab legs in Adrian’s water glass without him knowing. When he found it out he was in awe. “I was drinking this the whole time?” He says with a stunned look. We all paid our bill and walked back home. When we got there everyone went up to Rob’s loft and I told him that I was going to call up Brian, the previous owner of Rob’s new place.
“Yeah?” Someone answered the phone
“Hey is this Brian?”
“Yeah what’s up?”
“This is Matt Hunter man.”
“Hey what’s up buddy?”
“Nothing, just, I am roommates with Rob and Adam, the guys moving into your old place. I was wondering if it was cool to move in now, or whatever.”
“Yeah we are all moved out; Guy still has stuff in his room, but if he didn’t come to pick it up by now then just throw it out.”
“Ok thanks man.”
“Late.”
I informed Rob about what Brian said and he has an upset look on his face. “That fucking prick,” He said with a pause. “He told us that he isn’t moving out ‘til tonight and he has already moved out.” He continued. I sympathized and said that we should call up Adam and Rory to come back because moving should start now if we are to get anything done. I call up Adam and tell him what’s going on; Adam is absolutely drunk when I reached him. This can’t be good. I tell Rob that they are on there way and Rob notices that nothing in Adam’s room is packed. “He hasn’t packed a thing.” Rob said.
“Yeah I asked him about that, said there isn’t much to do. I don’t know man, we’ll have to see.”
I start getting all the big heavy stuff downstairs and ready to go. I feel a bit rushed cause I know that this is going to take a long time with all our stuff and only a truck and SUV in tow. I start to shutdown my computer and turn everything off. I’m squat down and dip underneath the desk and start taking out all the connections on the back of the tower. Sweat is running down my forehead. I rise up briefly and open the window more and take some swigs of my lemon flavoured water. I go back down and remove the tower and speakers bit by bit, and pack away the cords in boxes. I leave that for a second and pack away some other stuff into old “Grand And Toy” boxes of miscellaneous junk all over my room. After the computer is done and the desk is folded away and junk taken care off I run up to Rob’s loft and get my plastic cover for my mattress. I go back downstairs and put on the plastic over like I’m fitting a giant condom over penis tugging at the ends. Maybe a sock analogy would be better here… anyways; I get that one and then slide it down the stairs and lean it up against the wall over the living room. I did the same with the box spring, then the desk, bookshelves, and other boxes. All right all ready to go.
Rory shows up with the truck and we are all strategizing on what will go first. They decide to check out the place first in Rob’s SUV to see if it’s all ready to move into. While they do that we move all our mattresses into the box of Rory’s truck and box springs as well. Then we wait.
I’m up in my room packing the little things when I hear them return from the trip. They are all distraught. “Man the place is a fucking wreck!” Rob says to me. My heart sinks. “Are you kidding man?”
“No man, the rooms are all messed up. It’s fucking wrecked.”
“Well… I mean, is someone able to at least live in there, I’m going to be there for the summer.”
“The bathroom is all dirty it’s crazy. I’m so fucking pissed.”
I start to freak out. I have all my stuff in the truck, what if I move in there and I can’t even find a place to sleep at night. What do I do? I call up our current landlord’s voice mail pager and leave a message to call me back, in case I could ask to stay at the house for a month instead. “Ok let me see the place,” I said.
Rob moved some of his stuff in the SUV and we went over there going pretty fast. When I arrived at the PR townhouses it was really dark now and gloomy. The townhouses were all lined up facing a common grass area, each with a small dim light illuminating above. I followed Rob along the path to see which place was his. When we went inside he moved in some of his stuff and I immediately went upstairs to see what the fuss was about. One room was just wrecked; garbage all over the floors and some weird silly putty like substance on the walls, to top it off there was a trophy on the center of the room broken into shards. One room had a bunch of stuff in it, old RCA stereo, mattress, bunch of clothes, computer monitor which look broken, and other junk. This must be Guy’s room. The other rooms were fine; there were a bunch of big metal staples and nails all over the carpet though. I told Rob to go back and get everything and I’ll wait here to help move in the mattresses. When he left I went to work to pick up all the nails and brackets/staples on the floor leading upstairs so no one would step on them or anything get scratched on them.
Rob and company came back and I opened the door and then went to truck to move stuff in. All his friends are helping move the mattresses and everything else. I ride back with them to the house. Adam and Rob get there stuff ready for the next move and I wait outside with Rory who is taking drag after drag on his cigarette. “Man lotta stuff to move, good thing we started now and not at twelve o’ one like we originally planned.”
“Well,” He said. “We’re just going to get Bob’s stuff moved in then we’ll head home.”
My heart sank again, because even though Rob said it was ok and that we didn’t need to rent a truck anymore, it became apparent that the truck that he brought ended up being only for him. I had to think of something so I talked to Rob who was too busy to think of anything. So I took it upon myself to sneak things of mine into the truck during loads. During one trip Adam hopped in the back to make sure the stuff didn’t tip out or slide out, it really wasn’t necessary
“Yeeehaw!” He said in the back of truck when we arrived at the PR townhouses.
Rob just looked upset and shook his head more. “It’s fucking 12 midnight and he’s yelling.”
Everyone is still working hard moving stuff back and forth, back and forth. I pretty much got my stuff there except for the little things that Adam and I can take back into his car. The two big things I leave behind is the computer chair which couldn’t make the last truck load and my bed headboard. But I have a feeling it can fit in Adam’s car. I asked Adam if it could though.
“If not, we’ll roll it over.” He said with a chuckle.
The last load had Adam’s two tall closets in the back standing up. Everyone tried to convince him to lay it on the side but he said it will be fine. “Man I am not driving the truck with that thing like that.” Mitch said. Adrian agreed. “Do you want to drive the truck?” Mitch asked me. I inspected the truck and realized that I was drinking all day and could not afford to drive it no matter how much I wanted to help out. Rory stepped in and said he’ll drive it. I get in the back seat in the cab and Adam in the front and we try to get over the hill on Stewart Street. One of the dressers tips because Rory ventured too far to the side of the road nearly hitting the driveways. I guess he’s still a little eneberated. Adam gets out and hops in the back and taps the window for Rory to go. He duck down low so any cops around could not see him in the back.
We get to the PR townhouses and move the last load of stuff in the house. I ask Adam if we should start setting up the beds and stuff and he said we’ll wait ‘til tomorrow and just sleep on the couches tonight. I protest but he convinces me otherwise. When we arrive back at the house we said our good buys to Mitch, Adrian and Rory, also thanking them for all their help. I said good-bye to Rob too even though it was short we did the hommie hug and he was over into the night back home. Adam and I set up the couches to sleep on in the living room and started to fall asleep. I am laying there on the most uncomfortable couch ever. It’s pink with some sort of synthetic leather and all ruined. I sink deep into it with all my weight lying down. I can’t sleep though because I keep readjusting and nothing seems to work. I finally just lay there on my back looking out the big window in our living room. I stare out into the night sky and look at the moon which is shining brightly and nearly waning. Adam is asleep right now and I stay motionless looking at it, fully aware of all the little bangs surrounding me in the house. I wonder what tomorrow will bring, I wonder about the future in general. So full of uncertainties and sadness. I drift away to sleep with my concerns in tow, and the same moon I stared at for so long stayed there reflected the sun’s light back on top of my motionless body.
Part 3 soon. I swear.
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