Sub Culture.

For some strange reason it was only early in the evening and I was feeling exhausted. Kelly claimed it was probably due to me spending so many hours doing that accounting assignment. I invited Kelly over to hang out last night but I couldn’t compel myself to stay away so I lay on my back on my bed and dozed off to sleep. It was around 00:00 hours that I woke up to here Kelly calling my name in my doorframe. “Oh man, I fell asleep, what’s up man?” I asked. He had some quite interesting stories to tell about this girl he’s seeing at the moment. I told him that I needed to get something, so to finish the rest of the story along the way to Mr. Sub. I know you’re use to reading about me going to Subway, but I had a coupon for Mr. Sub. When we get to George Street all we could smell is some sort of deep fried smell of sorts. Kelly and I discussed on what it could possibly be specifically but give up as the smell escaped us. “Dammit, reveal yourselves to us!” Kelly yells. The sound carries in the night because there are no cars on this otherwise busy corner during the day.

We pass by the notice of the unmarked cemetery sign again and find out that 501 George Street is actually the park and not some house. We made some jokes relating to ghosts of course and how we would want a new-age ghost who lived in our time, not some old-ass ghost from the eighteen hundreds. We get to Brock Street and this drunk dirty looking man and woman pass us by. “Do you have a smoke?” She asks looking at me placing her two smoking fingers to her lips. “No, I don’t smoke.” I replied. Kelly just walks pass her not even acknowledging her presence. “Hey, you didn’t say ‘hi’ to me!” The drunken girl exclaimed frowning. “Do I even know you?” Kelly said angrily and yelled back for them to just go home.

When we arrive at Mr. Sub on the corner of George and Simcoe we walk in thinking for some reason it is closed because nobody is in the place. When we step inside however this large guy walks out from the back and asks if he could help us. I reveal the coupon to him and ask if I could use it. He examines the poorly ripped out coupon and says I could even though he was not sure. The coupon states that if I buy one regular sub and drink, I get a classic sub free. Being an avid Subway goer, I had no idea what the fuck a classic sub was. I finally get my orders done and sit down; I give Kelly the free sub and he continues his story. I don’t want to get into too much of the detail because it is personal to him but let’s just say a girl he’s seeing came with some dangerous baggage.

We walked back home and parted ways at Parkhill and George and I went back upstairs to play more of those racing games before falling asleep. I leave the fan on it my room and it hums all night long. I can feel the wind through my hair as I lay in bed. Surprisingly it was quiet that night with no noise of sirens or heavy trucks. Just the fan.