Heavy Question, Simple Mind

23 Nov


“Energy drinks! We need to get some energy drinks!” Brad said excitedly.

Jeff paused for a moment soaking in the irony of such and energetic person making such a claim. “You´re too damn hyper as it is, man. Let´s just get a few beers and get out of here”

I want vodka and energy drink. We can get the generic brand. It´s cheap. That with the plastic squeeze bottle of Popov will be cheaper than a twelve pack and get us much more wasted”

Jeff had to admit, he had a point and neither of them had a lot of money on them nor had many prospects for changing that situation.

“Instead of getting drunk tonight, maybe we should do us somethin that´ll make us a little money” Jeff said.

The two looked at each other and started to crack up in the middle of the supermarket.

“Let´s get the damn booze and get the hell out of here” Brad said. “I don´t want to get to the party too late, all the slutty chicks will be with someone already”

Jeff silently agreed and steered them towards the liquor section.

A few moments later the transaction was made and they were on the road mixing a strong communal drink in a discarded McDonald´s cup that Jeff found under his seat.

After taking a deep sip, making a twisted face of horror from the burning sensation in this throat and extending the cup to his good friend since childhood, he pondered aloud “You ever wonder what this is all about? Like why we are here? I´m sure it ain´t to drink cheap vodka and try to make out with girls who are probably worse people than we are”

“Don´t think about it one bit” Brad said honestly.

“Never?” Jeff asked.

“Never. Don´t cross my mind. I think we´s just here to be here. Asking why? Ain´t no point in that” Brad added.

“Ain´t no point in drinking cheap vodka and hooking up with skanky girls neither, now is there?” Jeff said. He took another long deep sip. This time there was no burning. The first sip had already anesthetized  him.

“I guess not” Brad said, getting slightly irritated.

“Fuck it. Let´s put on some music” Jeff offered, noticing the irritation in Brad´s voice.

“That´s more like it! Crank it up!” Brad said, all anger blowing out the window along with the first few puffs of smoke from his freshly lit cigarette.

The party was exceptionally good. Although there weren´t the most attractive women in the world, there were plenty of them and they most certainly weren´t the kind that use good judgment when making decisions.

Brad started sweet talking a woman who could be described as a human sausage for she tried to squeeze much more body than she should have into a younger, thinner woman´s clothes. They started kissing on the couch and Brad suggested they find a place with more privacy. She obliged and they headed upstairs.

They found themselves on the smallest bed in the house. It was the host´s four year old daughter´s room. The question Jeff proposed kept echoing in Brad´s head. What was the point of all this?

As things progressed, she asked if Brad had a condom. Of course he didn´t and she said she didn´t mind. She couldn´t get pregnant anyway. She mentioned something about a botched surgery involving a severe case of HPV.

As the woman started to undo Brad´s pants it was painfully obvious that Brad´s manhood was not as into this fine woman as much as Brad´s cheap vodka soaked brain was.

“What´s the matter hun? Drink too much?” she asked.

Brad was aloof. What was the goddamn point of all this? Jeff ruined his night. He apologized, put the rest of his clothes back on and just left the party. He didn´t even tell Jeff he was leaving.

Three months later Brad was at an AA meeting receiving a chip symbolizing 90 days of not drinking. He just shared how frustrated he was by his day at his work training program but that he was grateful that he was able to resist the urge to go to the liquor store and continue on his new path. He still hadn´t talked to Jeff since that night he proposed that heavy question. Brad was no closer to having an answer either but he felt that maybe, just maybe if he lowered his head and pushed through life, a hint would come his way.


6 Responses to “Heavy Question, Simple Mind”

  1. Bruce Goodman November 23, 2014 at 9:58 pm #

    A good “raw” story. And I learnt a new word (North American apparently, according to Google): skanky!

    • Ryan November 23, 2014 at 11:14 pm #

      Hahahahaha! I am an English teacher! Always teaching, even native speakers apparently. Thanks for taking the time!

  2. Eric Tonningsen November 23, 2014 at 10:27 pm #

    I know that anesthetization; all too well. Lucky to still be here.

    As for the hint, methinks Brad’s already found comfort in some sort of answer. Many do.

    This hits a bit closer to home than some of your other stories. Appreciated.

    • Ryan November 23, 2014 at 11:19 pm #

      Me too, Eric. This was a real “free flow”, stream of conscious writing session which was sparked by a can of Red Bull ungraciously discarded in front of my garage today. Anyway, the “why are we all here” question has been bouncing around in my head a lot as of late. I think that´s why I went there. Thank you for taking the time. I am glad you appreciated it. It really is nice to know when a story resonates with somebody.

  3. jannatwrites November 25, 2014 at 2:55 pm #

    That is a sad existence Brad and Jeff had in the beginning. What’s worse is that I’ve known people quite similar to that. By the end, though, I did feel hopeful for Brad that he would find his way.

    • Ryan November 29, 2014 at 12:31 am #

      First of all, I always thank people for actually reading my drivle. 🙂 I have known MANY of these guys in my life. First high school, then college. I have escaped them but I still see that they are up to it through the old Facebook. I do think Brad found his way though through the unwitting question proposed by Jeff. I think that was what I was getting at here. A person can say an off comment and it can drill deep into your brain and make a lasting impact. I have both been on the receiving and giving end of such comments and questions. Thanks again! My appreciation for you time and kind words are true.

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