Prodigal Son (Part 4).
A hand reached around and grabbed the man wanting to fight me. It was his larger friend. “Forget this bitch, come on man.” He said repeatedly pulling his friend away to keep walking. I still stood there and watched to make sure they didn’t harass the girls I was with as they walked away down the street. Once they were out of sight I turned back to lean against the lamp post on the corner. One of my old classmates, Jacques, came across the street to see me. He talked to me for a bit, we exchanged updates on our life, and then he was off down Water Street.
When 03:00 hours nearing I went up to the two girls and told them I had to go meet my friend. They were clearly still doing the girl talk sort of deal, so I told them to stay safe and I went along my way. I didn’t like leaving them alone, but a lot of the drunkards have already gone home by this point in the night. I walked down Simcoe Street until I got in front of the Rooster. It was completely dark all over and no music could be heard. I was hoping that Kelly didn’t just leave because the bar closed early, and I just remained outside alone in front of the bar. It looked like some shady drug joint when it looked all closed up late at night. The yellow bricks had spots of dirt all over, an alleyway to the parking lot was pitch black with trash all over the driveway, and the windows of the building all opaque with the occasional crack. The big doors squeak open and it drew my attention, both Van and Kelly came out looking towards the Mr. Sub at the corner of George Street and Simcoe. They appeared to be worried about one of their fellow employees getting into a fight and hurting someone, but after closer investigation they found it wasn’t him.
Kelly told me more hilarious stories of the Liberal Party of Canada being at the bar today, and how one of them was telling people how she runs a porn website. The DJ at the 2nd Floor Lounge must have been interested in that because he took her in the booth with him for some relations. Wink wink. After the stories we walked back to his place. I went to sleep in a room in his house that is unoccupied by anyone living there, the bed is rather large and really creaks when I move around in it. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep though.
The next morning Kelly and I made some pancakes and French toast. As we’re eating his landlord makes a surprised visit. Kelly makes a freak out face and goes upstairs while talking to the lady. He goes up to the room I was sleeping in and puts the stuff in his roommates’ room because they aren’t technically allowed to let people sleep in that un-rented room. Kelly’s house is pretty cool, it had all wood flooring in most parts of the house with bright yellow and blue painted on the walls. The living room is mostly a dark wood with plants everywhere. After breakfast we had some time to kill before my bus arrives at 17:30 hours. So we make the rounds downtown. The rounds being all the pawn shops, used gaming stores, vinyl record store, and then Pete’s Subs for lunch. I couldn’t resist buying a vinyl record though. It was Stars – Set Yourself On Fire. After eating at Pete’s Subs and playing a little Die Hard Arcade there we went back to Kelly’s house to play some PS2 until my bus arrived.
I left his house pretty early and packed everything into my backpack, and slinged my sleeping bag over my shoulder. As we walk towards the greyhound station it starts to rain a little bit, but not too badly. It is still sunny outside when it was raining which cooled me off from the humidity. I take glances at some of the landmarks of this town that I will miss again when I get on that bus home.
When we arrive at the grey hound station Kelly says his goodbye and makes his way back home in the distance. The bus arrives fairly early and everyone packs into the available seats. I put on my MD Player and started to play some music as the bus pulled away. I wasn’t near a window to admire the scenery as some 16 year old girl occupied that seat. So instead I just drifted off in my chair waiting to arrive in Oshawa.
When 03:00 hours nearing I went up to the two girls and told them I had to go meet my friend. They were clearly still doing the girl talk sort of deal, so I told them to stay safe and I went along my way. I didn’t like leaving them alone, but a lot of the drunkards have already gone home by this point in the night. I walked down Simcoe Street until I got in front of the Rooster. It was completely dark all over and no music could be heard. I was hoping that Kelly didn’t just leave because the bar closed early, and I just remained outside alone in front of the bar. It looked like some shady drug joint when it looked all closed up late at night. The yellow bricks had spots of dirt all over, an alleyway to the parking lot was pitch black with trash all over the driveway, and the windows of the building all opaque with the occasional crack. The big doors squeak open and it drew my attention, both Van and Kelly came out looking towards the Mr. Sub at the corner of George Street and Simcoe. They appeared to be worried about one of their fellow employees getting into a fight and hurting someone, but after closer investigation they found it wasn’t him.
Kelly told me more hilarious stories of the Liberal Party of Canada being at the bar today, and how one of them was telling people how she runs a porn website. The DJ at the 2nd Floor Lounge must have been interested in that because he took her in the booth with him for some relations. Wink wink. After the stories we walked back to his place. I went to sleep in a room in his house that is unoccupied by anyone living there, the bed is rather large and really creaks when I move around in it. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep though.
The next morning Kelly and I made some pancakes and French toast. As we’re eating his landlord makes a surprised visit. Kelly makes a freak out face and goes upstairs while talking to the lady. He goes up to the room I was sleeping in and puts the stuff in his roommates’ room because they aren’t technically allowed to let people sleep in that un-rented room. Kelly’s house is pretty cool, it had all wood flooring in most parts of the house with bright yellow and blue painted on the walls. The living room is mostly a dark wood with plants everywhere. After breakfast we had some time to kill before my bus arrives at 17:30 hours. So we make the rounds downtown. The rounds being all the pawn shops, used gaming stores, vinyl record store, and then Pete’s Subs for lunch. I couldn’t resist buying a vinyl record though. It was Stars – Set Yourself On Fire. After eating at Pete’s Subs and playing a little Die Hard Arcade there we went back to Kelly’s house to play some PS2 until my bus arrived.
I left his house pretty early and packed everything into my backpack, and slinged my sleeping bag over my shoulder. As we walk towards the greyhound station it starts to rain a little bit, but not too badly. It is still sunny outside when it was raining which cooled me off from the humidity. I take glances at some of the landmarks of this town that I will miss again when I get on that bus home.
When we arrive at the grey hound station Kelly says his goodbye and makes his way back home in the distance. The bus arrives fairly early and everyone packs into the available seats. I put on my MD Player and started to play some music as the bus pulled away. I wasn’t near a window to admire the scenery as some 16 year old girl occupied that seat. So instead I just drifted off in my chair waiting to arrive in Oshawa.
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