October 25, 1985
8:00 PM PST
Twin Pines Timeline
(LP George's Dream)

Later that evening, George went to the bedroom where he and Lorraine slept - as he ate a big bowl of ice cream. He and his wife didn't exactly have a happy marriage. Of course, he and Dave were very close - but Marty and Linda just seemed to be almost embarrassed to have him for a father. Even Lorraine seemed disappointed in him.

Just then, the telephone rang. He thought of not answering, as he rarely ever had any calls - unless it was from a certain Biff Tannen. He was still so angry about how Biff not only totalled the car, but he demanded for George pay his dry cleaning bill.

"Hello, this is the McFly residence," George said, as he wearily picked up the receiver. The last thing he needed at this moment was to speak to Biff - or to anyone else from his place of employment, for that matter. "May I ask who I'm speaking with, please?"

"Oh, hello, George," replied a familiar masculine voice. "This is Billy Stockhausen. We were wondering if you and your family would want us to join you for Thanksgiving. I really miss seeing you, and I was wondering how things went since we last talked."

"Hello, Billy!" George exclaimed, as he was excited to hear from his old friend. "We'd love to have to join us - or, at least, I would. The thing is, my life has has been rotton these last few days. Dave and I are still quite close, but the rest of my family are greatly disappointed in me - especially my youngest son. I'm just such a failure!"

"Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that," Billy replied, sympathetically. "You'd think Biff would eventually grow up, but I guess he's never quite learned. I think the problem with him is, nobody has ever quite had the courage to stand up to him - so, as a result, he has learned that intimidation works. Nobody has ever really thought to challenge him."

"The thing is, Biff actually managed to wreck my car," George explained, "so Biff had quite the audacity to blame me for it. Not only that, but he wants me to pay his dry cleaning bill - after the car crash really caused him to spill beer all over his suit."

"He really shouldn't have been drinking," Billy pointed out, "while he was driving. That is illegal, and he really should've been arrested for that. Just imagine if Biff also really had a lot of money. He'd probably end up bribing cops and breaking laws like crazy."

"I sure wouldn't put it past him," George replied, grimacing. "The sad thing about it is, had Marty gone to my school - perhaps even in our senior year - I maybe would have been more likely to listen to him. After 35 years, though, old habits really die hard."

"I remember Marty," Billy said, with fondness in his voice. "I remember last seeing him three years ago. He was pretty short, but he sure was also cute. He also happens to have a lot of spunk. He sure has a nice personality, but he also don't let other people push him around. The thing is, George, I think he's just very concerned about you"

"I must admit that I feel jealous of him," George said, sighing. "He was feeling rather unconfident this evening, because he wasn't accepted for the band auditions. I sure feel bad about how I handled it. I remember how my father was like that with me."

"Yeah, I can remember the spring of 1956," Billy commented, "when you decided to talk to your father about attending college. He basically told you that you shouldn't even bother, because you'd be 'competing with all the smart kids'. You felt so bad!"

"Oh, yeah, I remember that," George said, sighing. "The thing is, I know I should've been more encouraging of my son. I feel very bad that I just never managed to get anywhere with life. I've always wanted to be a science fiction author - but I've very much have always been afraid to let anyone read my stories. I was quite insecure."

"You know, George," Billy suggested, gently, "it's still not too late to let anyone read them. I'm sure terribly sorry about the kind of life that you have - but, if you make a little effort, you can maybe change your life around. I know it's rather hard, but..."

"I don't know, Billy," George said, sighing. "You really make it sound so easy. If I end up losing my job, though, then we may end up being homeless. I just couldn't do this to my family. Anyway, you remember just how intimidating Biff Tannen always was."

"I was just as intimidated by him as you were," Billy commented, "back when we were still in high school. I no longer let those of his ilk get to me, though. You know, I could maybe kick his ass for you - when we come over to your place for Thanksgiving."

George was silent for a minute, then he finally said, "I think that'd actually be a good idea. My life is beginning to just go down the crapper - more so than it already has, I mean. I think my wife sure regrets having ever married me. Granted, she'll often talk about how we fell in love - but I often feel like she just simply, uh, puts up with me."

"Hey, George," Lorraine called out, as she stepped into the room. George felt very embarrassed, as he figured that his wife heard what he just said. "Your father just came here. He said that the two of you were planning on going to Dairy Queen."

"Thanks, honey," George replied, as he forced a smile. To Billy, he added, "It really felt nice talking to you, but Dad just came here. I'll look very forward to seeing you and your family on Thanksgiving, though. Take good care of yourself. See ya!"

"You, too, George," Billy replied. "I'll look forward to coming back to Hill Valley, and I'll also look forward to kicking Biff's ass for you. This is something I just wish I had done a long time ago. By the way, I could have a good friend of mine in Hill Valley give you a job. I'll call you tomorrow, and you could let me know what you think. Good bye!"

As George hung up, he headed for the kitchen. He and his father had always been so close, much like he was very close to Dave. He then began to wonder just how his life would've been different, if he wasn't so worried about letting others read his stories.

"Hello, my son," Arthur gushed, as he stretched out his ams. "I see Biff is still making your life a complete hell. He's so much like his father. I can still remember how happy the news of Jiff being jailed made me. I really do wish Biff would come to meet his."

"Yeah, tell me about it," George replied, as he and his father stepped outside. "I just wish I had the same courage Marty has. He stood up to Miff a long time ago. I was a little surprised by how discouraged he was, over not making the dance auditions."

"I don't know why he even bothers to put up with it," Arthur commented, as the two of them stepped into the car. "I'm pretty sure life as a rock star isn't quite all that it's cracked up to me. After all, you'd have such bands like The Beatles and Led Zeppelin to compete with. Gee, it's really amazing that I even know who these bands are."

"My son says that it's really not about the competition," George pointed out. "He says he's really in it, because he sure has a real passion for playing. My wife says that he's just wasting his time on music, when he should be putting more effort on his studies."

"Well, your wife does have a point," Arthur replied. "Of course, I think college is quite overrated, too. In fact, if anything, I think he'd really be much better off with flipping burgers at a burger joint - like your other son. It'd just be a lot less stressful for him."

"Yeah, I guess so," George replied, sighing. "The truth is, though, I sometimes feel so jealous of him. I know he rather does his best to encourage me to not let people push me around - and, the thing is, he's right. I'm simply never been a fighter, though."

"There was this one time," Arthur commented, "back when I was Marty's age, that I finally dared to stand up to Jiff. It didn't do me much good, though. He really ended up beating the shit out of me, all because I dared to defy him. I came to regret that day ever since. I don't anything is worth having the shit kicked out of you like that."

"I wonder how Goldie Wilson was able to do it, though," George commented. "I just remember how he used to always give me this speech about standing tall. Just look what happened! He became the mayor of Hill Valley. I really wish I'd listen to him."

"I guess he just got lucky," Arthur suggested, shrugging. "I'm sure his job is stressful, though. I mean, just look at all the opposition he always has to put up with. He wants to replace the clock tower, and The Hill Valley Preservation Society is opposing him."

"I sure don't see what the big deal is," George said, shrugging. "It's only a clock - and, well, I don't quite see what the use is of having a clock that doesn't even tell the time. My wife and I had our first kiss that night, but it really was no big deal. It was simply a coincidence that lighting stuck the clock tower on the very same night that we kissed."

"My wife has been dead for over twenty years, now," Arthur said, sighing. "I can still remember just how much my life was very simple back then. It was a sad day for me, when she was gone. Anyway, here we are! I could really go for some ice cream."

As George and his father stepped out of the car, George tried to put the thoughts of his miserable life out of his mind. He knew it was no use feeling bitter over the kind of life that he'd never be able to have. He might just as well just accept his lot in life.