a day in boston that i just got home from… Ps my back hurts.
(Source: andrewnemiroski)
Quicky with Steve Iacono
So I had this dream.
I have some wild thoughts, i have some wild dreams. Why don’t we remember our dreams ? How come we do … sometimes ? One night i had this dream and i was lucky enough to vividly remember it almost like it really just happened. Kinda nuts. I haven’t written anything story wise like this since high school so i know i’m no RL Stine.
“ i was a high grade college graduate assigned to be a teachers aid in a pretty prestigious private highschool. The building was small, high ceilings in each classroom with a college abundance to it. The classroom i was in sit many. Like a room full of 50 plus at least. The subject was writing. The topic was expression and how one expresses themselves in written format. Wether this be real or fiction they were asked to coincide what they wanted to do. The teacher was a cute tall brunette, with highlights in her hair. Her soothing voice made it easier for people to comply with her requests.
Few weeks before, i was enjoying the last of my summer. It was a normal hot and humid day. I had decided to take my motorcycle dirtbike hybrid out for a ride. My friends were flying in from out of town. So i stopped into the local gas station to fill up my bike. I pull up and attempt to pay with my debit card, the machine sucks it sideways and i pull it out. after a few attempts it finally accepts it. Now the confusing part. There was a selection for ATM, cash, and a few random selections. Assuming atm is what i want i click atm as that would be pay with debit. I enter my pin code of 6886 and i click 8 dollars but it soon turns into 18 as i slipped and hit a 1 before i guess. Money pops out and i guess you couldn’t pay credit there. I tell some lady i have never seen anything tlike this before and i complain how they have a credit thing out here that is so confusing, but i walk away and walk inside and request to have 8 dollars on pump 6.
As i walk back out to the pump i see my bike is over past where i left it, and the lady i was talking to is now pumping from the pump i just paid for into her little gas can. I ask her “what happened to my bike ? ” She replies oh it must have fell over, it’s over there” I reply did somebody move this and what the fuck are you doing pumping the gas i payed for. She quickly apologizes and gives me the few dollars she put in. I go pick up my bike which for some reason did not look or feel like the same bike i was just on. I fill it up and luckily it only took 6 dollars so the 2 bucks she used worked out in the end. As i pull the bike over to park i see my friends from out of town walk over and greet me. I am surprised to see one that i have not seen or expected to see in a 2 years. I greet them and we agree to go out to skate. I try to use my bike and it’s like my mind goes blur. For some reason the brake does not work and the clutch makes you go super fast. I grasped the clutch forward and my eyes didn’t function, i slam into a big grass field and get up and try again but make the bike go slower. Once again my eyes are blurry and i cannot see much. Maybe it was a factor of speed, or i did not know how to control my own bike. I finally approach where i need to go and i park my bike in curiosity on why i didn’t get killed.
Skating is fun. Hot. Action Packed. Can’t ask for more. The skies turn to a grey and the heavens open to what appears to be a stormy rain. It starts pouring. I only have the motor bike at the time and my one friend had rented this small beetle type of car that seated 4 and was really compact. The rain picks up and i don’t want to ride the bike to get a drink. We agree to get beer and i agree to go get it only if they let me use their car. They agree and off i go.
Driving this particular car in the rain is treacherous. Slanty Roads, high winds and slippery tires do no good. I find that gas station i went to earlier in the day and go to pull in. As i do i see a giant puddle in the ramp leading into the parking lot. No big deal i say ? i pick up speed to get through the puddle and the car sinks in. Like quicksand it started sinking. I scrambled to get all their stuff out of the water and in some ways push the car myself out. Luckily some one was kind enough to pull me out within a minute so the car did not stop working.
Flash
Later that night we are back in the neighborhood. Quiet Ritzy, Big House mansion type of party .Kind of a end of the summer gig. Across the street a good friend from childhood was having the time of the summer. Barbecue Live band Women. What more can you ask for. I was there with my brother and my parents were out of town. We are there through a lot of the night just drinking , eating good food, seeing old friends and surprisingly a lot of people from high school. I go outside the party to talk on my cell phone and a friend of mine says hey don’t you live across the street ? I reply yeah you know that why ? Well i saw a few people in your driveway a couple mins ago she said. Me astonished because their would be no reason for people in my driveway glance over at the house to my front door and see a shadowy type figure. I go into the party to find my brother and go hey bro i think i see someone in our house man. He puts down his beer and we go across the street. Not Happy. I walk up to the front and see a kid in my living room and another person in there as well. I tell him ” yo there is someone in the fucking house yo , Go in the back way to trap them”. He rushes through the back to get in through the basement as i get my key to open the front door. The kid spots me and freezes in motion. I open the door and push the kid and say what the fuck are you doing in my house. the other guy searching through my drawers in the living room keeps frantically searching. My brother comes up from the other way to ensure he didn’t get them .
I ask them again what the fuck are you doing empty your pockets and hands. They have my Wireless Router, My wireless keyboard and Mouse, money and various other thing sprawled out on a table. I hear footsteps and i hear people upstairs. They come down. They are younger kids, 16 years old some younger with more shit in their hands. At this point i am very confused and tell them all to empty their pockets. One of the little kids had allen wrenches while others had toys. i start flipping out. Screaming. Not happy. I notice two of the kids are kids i went to high school with. They did not know this is where i lived they said. I asked what the fuck were they doing robbing people. I get no response. More people file in from inside the house. I tell them all to get the fuck out, ask them for their full names and tell them if they fuck with my shit ever again i will call the fucking cops and get your asses arrested. I felt there was no need as i got all my shit back.
I go upstairs to see my room a mess. Like they really went though my underwear drawer ? Like why ? i really don’t understand why you would want to rob us. I fix everything up in the house and see they got in through a weak part of the window in the front of the house. There was no lock but more so a nail that flipped over into a hole with a hook which can easily be pulled through. I tell my brother this and say well mom and dad are gonna have to get some safer windows. Paranoid and knowing i had to pack for my new job i went to sleep early.
The next day i had 3 bags. One bag with all my clothes , one bag with my teaching stuff, and photo and video equitment, and one bag with a bunch of videos and such. I parked my SUV in the school parking lot and am telling a old college colleague about what happened the night before. He is a short fellow. Dark hair dark eyes wears glasses and is pretty agreeable with you. I go into class and i hear the teachers soothing voice, i take a seat in the back facing the class and she goes over what she wants to do. She passes out sheets to everyone telling them to write how they feel at the moment and a reflection on why. I smart assay say i got a story for the ages. She gives me a piece of paper and a pen and replies with a smirk , well please enlighten us.
On the sheet it had a bunch of boxes. One said feelings. One said why. One said how. and another long rectangle box for summary. We were all given 2 minutes to fill in as much as we can. I put for feelings: Anger. Why : Because i got my house broken into by fucks. How : They broke in while i wasn’t home. Summary I started to write it and time was up. Teacher asked me to share mine first to give the class a idea on what a writer would interoperate that. I start going over what had happened the night before and how i wanted to fucking kill whoever broke into my house. It shocked the class and one class member , a male got up and walked out. I took notice to this. Everybody in the class started sharing their stories until the bell rang at 9: 30 and the teacher announced she wanted a full write up of what they wrote on the sheets by tomorrow INCLUDING me.
Now for some reason i had brought all 3 bags into the class with me. I needed to change my shirt i felt dirty. IM billowing through the bag to get a clean shirt and to fix up the other bag wit the dvds as they fell out and the other to fix m camera equipment. I decide its better to drop the clothes into my car as i don’t need to carry them around as well as my dvds. I should not have had them in the first place. So i decide to quick step out to my car and i see the kid from the class behind my car. I get confused and he puts something back into his pocket ? I ask him if i can help him and he walks past me. I put my bags into my car and hide them and a truck next to me says so hey how is class and door checks me to the ground. Confused i get up and yell like what the fuck . The dude gets out of the car and smashes my head against the window. Im Bleeding. my window is cracked. He goes you fucked up last night. Still unsure on what happened i try to fight him off tl he pulls a gun out. He says where is it ? and slams me again. Bleeding more and woozy he has more people surrounding me. and they put me in his truck with him. He asks once more where is it and shoots me in the foot. I’m gonna die i think and he starts pulling away with me in it. I make a quick move to deter the motion of the car by grabbing the wheel and it swerves sideways and the gun falls out of his hand and i grab it and shoot him point blank, problem is his foot is still on the pedal. Car is driving out of control i go to get out and jump but decide to put my feet down and run with the speed into the school. I count to 3 and do that while i see others chasing me.
I high step into the school into the principals office, the dudes are inside searching for me. One dude asks the principal have you seen a bloody guy ? Principal replies no sir. Whats he look like and the guy inches closer inside the office and i come from behind him and hit him in the back of the head. he falls back into one of the waiting chairs, and i lift both his legs up straigt in the air and i go hey how does this feel jump off one chair split his legs both ways and stomp the inside of his thighs as i hear a tear and a snap. I start running again. I feel someone get closer. and closer . and closer. finally i’m surrounded, no more weapon im in the middle of the walkway, One raises to me and then i
Wake up . “
Why my knee hurts .
Check us philly boys out. We still skate too.
3 nights of black and whitehall. Philadelphia, Pa.
