Thursday, January 19, 2006

Broken Home, Broken Life, Broken Child-Part 13-Welcome To The Armpit Of Anarchic America
if someone is in a fight, and all u can hear is the beaming of voices, back and forth, odds r if u hear a gunshot, the fight is over, and the one who isnt bleeding 2 death, or the one holding the gun pointed toward the sky and drywall is falling on his head is the winner. but sumtimes, there is an emotional gunshot, in most words, it would mean that the one who goes above the volume witch they were screaming makes the room quiet, therefore, no one can think of anything else 2 say, and the fight is over, and the person who screamed the loudest won. there were alot f both these types of fighting around here, and i probobly have only endured a gunfight once in my life. but after countless fights with Tuck, i made a promise 2 myself, nvr 2 get out of hand, and shot him. then Christmas and New Years had cum and past, and life had gone normally for the while. by the middle of Jaunuary, it seemed like everything was back on track. but when i think about it, it nvr really did, becuz life as we knew it was over. "hey Kurt, hey Kurt" Tuck yelled as he ran toward me. i wasnt in the mood, we were at a party at Tuck's brother Art's house, it was l at night, and Tuck was fithy drunk. "what?...." i asked not very interested. i was trying 2 get in2 sum girl's pants, and Tuck was the least of my worries. it was a cold night. and i was gonna crack if i didnt get some action anytime soon. i was loney, lost, but i couldnt tell anyone that. i was drunk, stoned, and when that happens, i tend 2 say screw it, and give the world a big fuck u. it didnt hurt anyhting? wat did i have left? i guess thats how i always felt, after the night back in December. and the nightmares, oh the nightmares. it was almost every nite when all my regreted thoughts came 2 haunt me. but i didnt care at this moment, i was in a pool of girls, and i had better things 2 think about. Tuck barfed all over the floor. "aw, that was real nice, sh-sh-shitwit." i stuttered. i threw a beer at him. "owwwww, dammit!!!" Tuck said as he rubbed him shoulder. then Tuck and I statred laughing uncontrolably. then the girls sarted laughing, then the whole party. it wasnt really that funny. but, when your stomach if ful of beer, and your head is full of smoke, anything seems pretty damn funny. we stopped laughing, and every1 got back 2 wat they were doing. we were all pretty wasted by now, and we had no sence watsoever. it went great 4 a while, the around 2 o'clock a cop car pulled up and we could hear sirens. "OK U JUVENILLE DELIQUETS!! HAUL YOUR ASSES OUT OF THERE AND OUT HERE IMMEDIATELY!!!PARTY'S OVER!!!!" the cop yelled throgh a bullhorn, and every1 knew wat would happen if we went outside. they would get wat they wanted, the party 2 stop, im not sure why. it was on the worst side of town, and no one for blocks and maybe even miles could here us, except the neighborhood of pot heads. but they would have got sumthing else they wanted. me. anything i was tied 2 was a bad thing were i cum from. if i even look at a cop at the mall, theyd take me down, or id better say attempt 2. i was the most wanted bad ass around, and i loved it. yeah, they did arrest my friends, but they were willing. we werent gonna go without a fite, and knowing me, when im drunk, and threatened, the affects of the achohol wear off, and im myself again. i cared 2 much 4 wat i had, it was almost nuthing, but it was still sumthing. "WELL, R WE GONNA HAVE 2 TAKE THIS INSIDE??!!?!?!" the cop screamed again. most of every1 in there was drunk, so they had no idea wat was going on. i was ditermined 2 get them away from us. "HEY U!! YEAH U,U FUCKIN COP, CUM ON IN, THERES ENOUGH BEER 4 EVERY1, AND POT 2 IF U WANT IT!!!!" i yelled as i stuck my head out the window. they were furious. the one cop who was always on my tail, Mark Brady, and his partner, Denny Gibbons, werent the brightest, but brought down people anyway. u dont always have 2 b smart 2 b a cop. "HOLY SHIT!!!" Mark screamed, "wat?" asked Denny, so stupidly he didnt even know wat was going on. "IT'S THAT KURT-CAIN KID!!!! U KNOW THE ONE THATS WANTED 4 UNDERAGED PARTIES, AND ILLEGAL DRUG POSETION!!!!" Mark answered. i overheard, "THATS RITE U FAT ASS, JUST CUM ON, TRY AND GET ME!!! JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER TIME!! U AINT GONNA CATCH ME!!!!" i screamed, taunting him, trying 2 egg him on. i was developing a plan. "lets get em, Denny" Mark said as he cocked his gun. every1 inside the house was silent. "ok, every1 go out the back, and down the hill, dont cum back, find sumwhere 2 hide, got it?" i whispered standing at the door trying 2 hear them comming. nobody seemed drunk at all, they were all acting serious. "got it" they all agreed quietly, "got it" there were only around 150 kids there, and they at least had 2 ditch a party once in their life. they all headed 4 the back, and filed out, and soon afterward, no one was in site. Tuck was standing by my side, "wat do we do?" he asked me quietly. "oh, u think i got that far, work with me here!!" i whispered back. the cops were drawing towards the door by this time, and we needed a plan. "stay here.." i said as i opened the door, and pulling my gun outta my pocket, "but Kurt..." Tuck said. i interrupted him, "just trust me here..." the cops were almost at the porch when i stepped on2 it. i help my gun high in the air....


BAM


they stopped in their tracks. "now boy, we can go with a fight..." Mark said. i interrupted him, "oh u bet your ass there will b a fight." i pointed my gun in his direction.

BAM

it hit the trash can on the curb, and the cops started freaking out. "RUN TUCK!!!" i yelled as we jumped off the porch and starting running off the lawn. Mark soon reliezed that he was ok, and so was Denny, so they ran back 2 their car, and started following us. "the hell im gonna let some juvenile deliquet make a fool outta me." he said as he slammed the car door. Denny turned on the siren and the lights. Tuck and i stopped after a couple mintutes, with the notion we lost them, "did we..." Tuck asked outta breath, i cut him off, "shh!!!" i listened closey, and could hear the sirens in the distance, and see the lights faintly. "let's go!!!" i urged as me and Tuck started running again. we got 2 the bridge, and it was like we were trapped, we had no where else 2 run. the cops pulled up behind us, "now boys, your in deep trouble, runnin from the law, runnin...." i cut him off. "THE HELL WITH THE LAW, AND THE HELL WITH YOU!!!!" he was mad, he was speaking like he had authority. i jumped up on the banaster of the bridge. i had an idea. "boy, u know your rong, and dont act like u did nuhtin." he said. "then i guess theres nuthing left...." i said. Tuck had no idea wat was going on. "YOUR DAMN RITE THERE AINT!! NOT 4 U ANYWAY BOY!!!! ITS OVER!!!!" he yelled at me. i rolled my eyes at him. he wasnt paying attenion 2 Tuck, he just wanted me, i was the leader after all. "u and your, punk mafia, or watever the hell yous kids call it, now get down from there!!" he demanded. "kiss my ass!!" i said in defiance. "DONT U DISRESPECT ME BOY!!!" he yelled. i pulled my gun out, cocked it, and pointed it towards that fat son of a bitch, "i dont respect u, probobly nvr will, so i guess ill c u in hell." i put the gun 2 my head,fell backwards, and shot it. Mark ran 2 the edge of the bridge, and he saw sumthing hit the water. "awwww, thats a shame, he's dead" he said laughing. he thought he had won. i was thinking, pffffft, hardly.he walked back 2 his car, laughing all the way there. Tuck ran 2 the edge of the bridge, and he looked over the side. he saw me on a shitty street matreess laughing. ther was a platform where construction workers stood when the bridge needed work, and sum weird assed kid named Justin, lived down there, and had the matress laying there so if u jumped, u would land on it. he needed it there becuz, when he left he had 2 get back down without hurting himself, and if sum1 decided 2 drop in sumtime neither would they. "thanks man" i said 2 Justin, "no problem man anytime" he said as i was climbing the rafters 2 the top of the bridge. Tuck was wowed. he nvr saw me do anything like that b4. "now, 4 the final part of the plan" i said as i escorted Tuck 2 a house down the road. i knocked on the door. "can i borrow your car?" i asked as the guy, Teddy answered. Teddy was a good friend of mine, and he let me do wat ever i wanted with his stuff."damn Kurt, its 2 in the morning!!!" he said yawning. "yeah yeah thats great, can i borrow your car?" i asked again, anxiouly. "yeah i guess" he glaced around, "oh hey Tuck, how r u?" he said rubbing his eyes, "hey,im fine, u?" Tuck said. "ok" Teddy answered. "ok, wonderful, we're all fine and dandy!! "just give me the damn keys!" i demanded. "ok here, im goin back 2 bed." he said as he handed me the keys. "just dont fuck it up" he yelled as me and Tuck ran down his sidewalk, "i wont i promise" i said as i got in. he turned and closed the door, and i drove away. Tuck was in the passengers seat, "wat r we doin Kurt?" he asked laughing. "watch and learn, Tuck, watch and learn...." i said as we came near The Fairville Police Station. i honked the horn and stuck my head out the window, "HEY OFFICER LARD ASS, IM BACK FROM THE DEAD U FAT SON OF A BITCH!!!! WAT THE FUCK DO U THINK ABOUT THAT U FAT BASTARD!!!?!?!?!!" i yelled. he ran toward the door with a donut in his hand. "ILL GET U U FUCKIN KID!!! WATEVER IT TAKES!!!" he said, with his mouth full of the sprinkled Krispy Kreme donut in his hand. i gave honked the horn, gave him the finger and yelled, "FUCK YOU!!!!!" and i rolled up the window. Tuck was laughing. we high fived and were laughing all the way back 2 Teddy's. he didnt know wat was soo funny, but we nvr told him. we got back under the bridge late, around 4, and every1 was under there surprisingly. i was tired, and Tuck was too. i could tell, we were all in 4 a hangover. so rite b4 i went 2 bed i rote

ive forgotten i guess
life not normal
screwing the rest
the nitemares
oh the nightmares
the horrid nightmares
and i dont even care
about my life here anymore
how i left
screwed it all
slammed the door
but im not gonna dread on it anymore
im losing it as it is
the madness
its madness
my madness
i have 2 stop it all
the demons
they call
and i wont speak
no more fear shown
this is the last time
im writing about my broken home

and then, i relectantly, closed my eyes, and the nitemares, began


to be continued
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