In a flash I turned on Jacinto, “After everything we’ve all been through I thought it would be nice for them to be able to have some time to work out what they’ve experienced and been through. As for me coming to the bar I was just giving them space.” I paused, took a deep breath and looked forward, “Sorry man, I didn’t mean to flip on you, it’s just that I’m fried. I’ve been sleeping very little and my heads been killing me.”
I looked over to the passenger seat.
Empty, he’s gone again, of-fucking-course. Nice talking to you Jacinto.
Reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed my phone to check the time.
8:57 pm. SHIT! I have to work at 5:00 am tomorrow morning and I still have to go talk to those guys.
I turned the key to start the engine. Slowly it started to turn over but died.
Not again, come on start.
Turned the key again and pumped the gas pedal rhythmically. Finally the engine roared to life the way only a real muscle car can, especially a muscle car with a hole in the exhaust. Just like that I was off and on my way to hopefully find out more about this world. It started to rain pretty hard so I threw my cigarette out the car window and rolled it up as fast as I could; few things annoyed me as much as getting rain inside my car. Typical weather on the southwest coast of Canada no matter the time of year, even though it’s just about a week before Christmas right now.
Luckily these guys lived pretty much right around the corner from the bar so I still had a chance to get home and get a decent amount of sleep before work. I pulled up to the house from the gravel alley that passed behind it. The house and yard looked like shit, the house was dirty and had moss and mould on it, the driveway was cracked with tree roots poking out of it, fence falling apart. The yard was even worse for wear with the grass not having been cut in years, weeds everywhere, and cars and other random crap that didn’t belong on a yard.
I saw two guys standing at the door of the house smoking and a third sitting a little off to the side of them. They watched me pull into the driveway as if they heard me start the car down at the bar. I turned the car off, grabbed my cell phone, and got out.
“We heard you start your car at the bar all the way from here.” Daron said while forcing out a nervous laugh. These three were my closest friends in the world, maybe even my only friends.
I have to get that muffler fixed.
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