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cool peat
chapter 1
..barely had time to finish tying my shoes I kissed my hot step mom quickly before rushing out the door into the wet snow.
the local newsman forewarned of temperamental temperatures and winds full of gusto.
the piss and vinegar I had for breakfast every morning was starting to make me look fat. about a half marathon down the dark road and as usual there on the corner was cool peat.
cool peat Was a kid who Ive known since diapers and kibbles. A stalwart advocate for not giving a fuck he ran on a platform of disdain and malfeasance.
"hey peat.. how you been?'
I asked, my piss stream hitting the wall at an angle so as not to get bounceback on my kicks.
I had purchased them by working all summer solstice on old man Humpys least productive farmland. 2 cents an hour I began to wish I knew how to tell time when my third paycheck came in.
"pfft." he said
"it's just that ... some people have been asking about you peat."
"hmph, people."
I felt exposed as my zipper had malfunctioned again.
"one of those people was your mother peat, she called my mom like ten times last week crying. tears. begging to know if anyone has seen you?" I tried to get him to make eye contact.
"she was begging? what a nerd."
"... the teachers asked about you. I told them I seen you sometimes.. hanging out. leaning against a graffitied brick wall. smoking marijuana. and drinking alcohol. and getting oral sex performed on you by chicks who's should be models. and wearing the hell out of a leather coat. and having deep dark... dark .. introspective eyes. and combing your hair with a switchblade knife. and having a motorcycle even though your like.. 15. and they worry. and they ask -"
that's when he almost turned his gaze towards me.
"what's your name again?"
I was taken aback and a front, the middle even. I had surely frequented this blokes hovel of a home at least thrice during slumber parties when we were but pups.
"uh... uh .. it's uh.. it's me.. you.. fu.. ohhhh. if I wasn't scared of you I would -"
peat spit on my crotch and turned, disappearing down a crooked alleyway.
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..barely had time to finish tying my shoes I kissed my hot step mom quickly before rushing out the door into the wet snow.
the local newsman forewarned of temperamental temperatures and winds full of gusto.
the piss and vinegar I had for breakfast every morning was starting to make me look fat. about a half marathon down the dark road and as usual there on the corner was cool peat.
cool peat Was a kid who Ive known since diapers and kibbles. A stalwart advocate for not giving a fuck he ran on a platform of disdain and malfeasance.
"hey peat.. how you been?'
I asked, my piss stream hitting the wall at an angle so as not to get bounceback on my kicks.
I had purchased them by working all summer solstice on old man Humpys least productive farmland. 2 cents an hour I began to wish I knew how to tell time when my third paycheck came in.
"pfft." he said
"it's just that ... some people have been asking about you peat."
"hmph, people."
I felt exposed as my zipper had malfunctioned again.
"one of those people was your mother peat, she called my mom like ten times last week crying. tears. begging to know if anyone has seen you?" I tried to get him to make eye contact.
"she was begging? what a nerd."
"... the teachers asked about you. I told them I seen you sometimes.. hanging out. leaning against a graffitied brick wall. smoking marijuana. and drinking alcohol. and getting oral sex performed on you by chicks who's should be models. and wearing the hell out of a leather coat. and having deep dark... dark .. introspective eyes. and combing your hair with a switchblade knife. and having a motorcycle even though your like.. 15. and they worry. and they ask -"
that's when he almost turned his gaze towards me.
"what's your name again?"
I was taken aback and a front, the middle even. I had surely frequented this blokes hovel of a home at least thrice during slumber parties when we were but pups.
"uh... uh .. it's uh.. it's me.. you.. fu.. ohhhh. if I wasn't scared of you I would -"
peat spit on my crotch and turned, disappearing down a crooked alleyway.
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