sʜᴇ's ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs. ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴏs.
The chime of the bell rang as I stepped inside, a sound I hadn't heard in well over 9 years. The walls of the surf shop were displaying many surfboards of various colors and the smell of the wax was prominent in the stuffy, smoke filled room.
"What are you doing here, maggot?" I heard my uncle slurr from behind the board he had just set up on it's display. A cigarette hung between his lip as he dusted off his hands.
"Skip," I smiled at my uncle as I pulled my cigarette from my pink lips. "You're looking old, man."
"It's called alcohol, kid. You're familiar with it as your mom so graciously explained over our last phone call." He spoke while he kept working, allowing me to follow him to the back of the store where the guys were finishing off boards. We said silent greetings as I followed my uncle to the back of the store.
"Mom despises alcohol and you know that. She'd say I have a problem even if I got one drop in my mouth." I know I drink a lot, but it doesn't matter. I'm 17, I'm still young! I should party now while I still have the chance.
"Yeah man, well, you're not hearing any arguments from me. Do what you gotta, just don't fuck up, you've got one shot here, Izzy." He stated as he came close to me, now holding his cigarette in his hand.
"And no smoking in the shop." His smokey breath hit my face that was growing red with annoyance.
"But you're smoking, dillhole." I snapped causing him to laugh and embrace me in a tight hug.
"I missed your bitchiness, man." I laughed along with him and he set me down, his smile faded into a stern line.
"Now, get sweeping." He ordered as he grabbed another board, ready to wax it. He muttered the words "Maggot." one last time as I made my way to the front of the store to get sweeping.
Welcome home, Izzy. Dogtown missed you.