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| English Slacker chapter fifty-five | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 21 September 2008 | ||||
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I really wanted another joint then. But not by going to look for the others at the park. I just sort of wished we could’ve gone for a joint together and talked a bit. Instead Holly was simply dragging me straight in the direction of wherever the hell her house was and not really speaking much. Yeah, I remember she didn’t seem to be the most talkative of girls then and at first it was making me a bit nervous actually; although saying that, whenever I said something she always seemed to find it pretty funny. Like when I said I enjoyed walking around when it was dark, and then when I revealed to her that one day I wanted to write a story about a guy who walks around in the dark every night and by day he’s a normal office person and nobody knows his secret. And when she said, “What’s his secret?” and I said, “That he walks around in the dark,” she found that hilarious. I guess the more she didn’t talk the more I talked (maybe she made me feel the need to, I dunno). And the more I continued to go on the more it became like, bullshit I guess. And pretty soon she wasn’t responding much at all actually. Thinking about our conversation now… I know I told her the thing about how I had no idea what to do once the summer was over and about the ultimatum my mum had recently given me (get a job by the end of the holidays or move out), and how I definitely didn’t wanna stay at Price-Savers but wasn’t sure what job I really, like wanted. And with her still not reacting I explained how I couldn’t be arsed with travelling or university ‘cause of the money… but she didn’t say much to that either. I do remember she offered me one of her cigarettes after a while, which was really thin and I’d never smoked one like that before and when I asked her where she’d got it from she said it was, “From Hong Kong,” which I thought was pretty cool. (It tasted basically like a menthol but the way it smoked was the same as a roll up.) Yeah, and I then told her that I didn’t really think of myself as a smoker (which was actually still true at the time) but that I just really liked cigarettes and I remember she was like, “Don’t you smoke roll ups?” and I said, “Whatever,” and, “Same difference,” and she was like, “Yeah,” and then said that she only smoked when she drank and I asked, “Really?” and she replied, “Actually, no,” which made us both laugh. By then we’d already gone past the town and had headed east (I know this ‘cause of the direction of the sea) into a part of Bracksea which I didn’t usually go to; although I’d had a paper-round in that area years before: Big houses and that. Thinking about how to describe the road we were on… the thing that struck me most was how like protected, or even fortified, all the houses seemed to be. All big walls and gates with the tops of houses visible from far away but when you were actually next to a house it was always trees or a wall blocking your view; a lot of the places were camouflaged in ivy too. And although the couple of cars that I did see were all proper expensive looking and cool to look at, there weren’t that many ‘cause all the places seemed to have garages and actually there were no cars at all outside in the road. Yeah, the road… There was this eerie gothic type feel to it, like how it was really long and wide and empty and stretching further than I could make out in the darkness. And with all the big houses and trees on either side; but maybe that was just me and the time of day, I dunno. Anyway, a few minutes later it’d become pretty obvious (I guess ‘cause we’d slowed down a bit) that this was the road Holly lived on and suddenly I was staring up at one of the really big houses and we’d gone through an iron gate and were walking along a gravel drive and Holly was telling me not to make any noise, which was really fucking difficult considering how every step I took sounded like a fucking smashing glass, or whatever, and it was like, bloody hell…
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