climb too high - part 4 (standard:drama, 5813 words) [4/4] show all parts
Author: snyrt	Added: Dec 27 2001	Views/Reads: 2607/2004	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
the fourth and final part of a bit of auto-fiction about a sociopath who takes a wrong turn into drugs after seeking treatment.

Part Four 

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I get home.  I look at my phone.  There are 14 messages.  That's quite
odd.  Not very many people call.  I listen.  They're all friends saying 
 that they're glad I'm home.  Most are people I don't really want to 
talk to.  One catches my attention.  Vic.  I hadn't seen Vic in a long 
time.  He never showed up at school, went to an alternative school, 
then dropped out.  Apparently, now he's got his GED and he's already in 
college.  He's doing really well. 

"Hey Henry, it's Vic.  I heard you were home.  I was just wondering if
you wanted to chill.  Just give me a call," recited the machine.  I 
picked up the phone and called him up. 

"Hello?" says the person on the other end. 

"Hi, it's Henry, is Vic there?" 

"Yeah, just a minute."  I wait in silence and anticipation. 

"Hi, this is Vic." 

"Hey, it's Henry." 

"Oh, hey man, where have you been?" 

"Um, in the hospital, it's a long story, maybe I'll tell you later." 

"Okay man, you tryin' to chill tonight?" 

"Yeah, sure.  You want me to pick you up?" 

"Sure, I'm ready anytime." 

"Okay, I'll be there in a second."  Vic only lives over the hill from my
house so it is just a short hop. 

I pull up to his house.  I see him through the window.  He's cut off his
mohawk.  His hair is a mangy sort of buzz cut.  He's wearing cut off 
black jean shorts, a blue t-shirt, and combat boots.  He runs down his 
stairs and to the door.  He opens it and nonchalantly walks to my car.  
He opens the door. 

"Hey man," he says. 

"Yo.  What are we going to do tonight?" 

"I don't know, I figured I'd call up Matt." 

"Matt who?" 

"Matt Stangel," he says.  He seems to be amazed that I don't remember. 

"Oh yeah, I haven't talked to him in a while.  Well, I haven't really
talked to anybody in a while.  Who are we gonna chill with?" 

"Matt, Robby, Rob, Diana, Sean, Taylor, Smear, Buck, Drew maybe some
other people." 

"Cool cool.  Where's Matt right now?" 

"Probably at his house.  Let's roll up there."  We drive back by my
house and the other direction toward Matt's house.  He's only about 3 
minutes away. 

We show up at his house.  We climb the steps to his front door.  We
knock.  His dog starts yapping away.  I don't like that dog.  She's 
such a spazz.  I hear the bass booming out of Matt's room.  I doubt he 
can even hear us.  Suddenly the door opens.  There's Matt.  He's a 
heavy guy, about 6 feet tall.  He's got neatly trimmed, straight blonde 
hair.  He's wearing khaki shorts, Birkenstocks, and a Hawaiian shirt.  
You know how people say that only gay guys and big fat party animals 
wear Hawaiian shirts?  Well, he's not gay. 


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