Frozen feelings part 2 Friends and Family
Douglas Black was whistling while he drove his big black Mack on highway 45. His CB crackled with voices, Red Dog and some other truckers were on air. Red Dog was one of his partners who also was on road to different places in the State. Staring happily at the road ahead he thought about his sweetheart Becca , whom he married for 3 years now, she was expecting her first baby. While he focused his eyes on her picture stuck on his dashboard, he got a warm feeling all over.
"CQ, CQ, Black Cat, are you out there?" a voice said from his CB. It was Red Dog aka Slim Jones one of his partners calling him. Douglas squinted his eyes while soft warm rays of sunrise caught him in the face from the horizon ahead. Slid his sunglasses in front of his eyes down from his head.. He picked up de CB mike which was mounted above his head while he perfectly controlled his big truck, one hand at the wheel. "Roger that Dog, what's the fire?" he answered.
"Yodieeee, Cat, been awhile I heard from you partner, look at your spy, see that beauty?" Dog howled. Cat looked out at his rearview out on the left from his cab, yes sir, it was a beauty, Dogs cab was just riding a few meters behind him, behind the wheel a broad smiling cowboy. " Dogman, lookin' good dude" Douglas answered and smiled .
"Got my eyes on another beauty myself" Douglas said. "Yeh! Where?" Dog answered, and knowing Dog he was looking around the road ahead, to see if there was some pretty baby in a sportscar somewhere. Douglas chuckled, Dog was funny sometimes, and chaotic, looked a lot like Jim Carrey Douglas thought, but was a real pal.
"Hide your tail doggie, I mean Becca" Doug said smiling. "O, yeah, I know.. Dude!" He saw that Dogs cab was swirling a bit from left to right behind him. Watch it dude! Douglas thought.
"Any news about the baby?" Dog said. "Yep, expecting really soon, maybe today's the day!" Doug replied.
"Yihaaaaa, mighty fine!" Dog yelled. "Call me Uncle Dog!" Douglas smiled while traffic was becoming more busy, they were nearing the city. "Would make me proud, dude, would make me proud!" He replied, smiling .
"Heard from Wolf by chance?" he asked Dog. Dog made a howling sound and replied "Not since 2 days ago, told me he needed a vacation, going to the Bahamas he told me". "Bahamas?" Doug asked surprised.
He pictured Wolf in only shorts, tanned, beer belly hanging to his knees, sitting in a beach chair hula girls all around a beer in his hands. Burping. A stranded whale."Not his style dude, really he told you that?" Doug said. "Yessiree, even showed me the ticket". "Asked me to look after his kid Jenny, boy, this little missy is a real pain in the neck, I hate teens, but I am her godfather!"
"What about his grandmother he's living with, does she agree?" Douglas asked. "You mean granny Smith and Weston,? They both chuckled. "That tough old broad, ex Cop now lawyer? Hell, heard from him she doesn't want to take any part any more of the family, took off to Washington. Probably joined the FBI by now!"
"Strange?" Douglas answered, he had known granny Smith since kindergarten, she would be around her sixties now. A real tough lady. Husband got killed in the line of duty, also a cop. A real family lady, liked everything neat and clean and at order. You did not dare to get in trouble with her, see looks small and fragile but she could hit you like Ali. Wham, first round, K.O. Seemed to master every martial art known to man and animal kingdom. Even taught us some moves when we were children, but she was to fast for us, even until this day Doug think. We sometimes joked about her and gave her the name Granny Smith and Weston, Rambo take a hike.
For awhile Dog and Cat talked about their younger years together, things they did together and things they did not , and laughed about them. Douglas told Dog he would drop by later today. Dog had to take a different turn in the city to his house to catch up some sleep. Douglas on the other hand had to pick up a load in a local warehouse in Jefferson street, computer components and stuff. Take the load to another local store on the other side of town, it wasn't a long ride and he had taken this job to earn a few extra bucks. Becca was on his mind and this beautiful blond was smiling at him from the photograph stuck to the dashboard in front of him.
In the meanwhile on the other side of town a man was walking on the road nearing its rim. The brown jacket he wore was torn on its elbows, his white shirt hung loose outside his pants but it seemed not to bother him. His hair fell wild in front of his face which had a far and distant look on it, eyes staring into nothing. On the left side of his head his hair seemed to stick to a bloody wound like in strawberry jam. Walking like a zombie, arms along his sides, hands clenched to fists, he could barely keep on his feet, his left foot was bare, there was no shoe on it. The laces of the shoe on his other foot were loose. He almost stumbled down because of them, but was able to keep on his feet; this swaggering figure on the road, passing cars did not bother to notice him. Probably another drunk they thought.
A tear dropped down his left eye.
Dog parked his Mack behind his little white condo, the house wasn't big and not small. But it was a nice house, he had bought it from an elderly couple a year ago. It had a small garden in front surrounded by a middle high white wooden fence chalked down with graffiti done by neighboring kids. The graffiti wasn't ugly it gave the fence a colorful look. It didn't bother Dog, these were the suburbs dude. Don't holler but color.
When he walked towards his front door coming from behind the house a strange smell caught his nose.
'What the hell!' he thought was there something burning? He got up to the door and noticed that it was not in the lock, it stood halfway open, someone was inside! Carefully while standing on his porch he pushed the door completely open with his right hand, without taking any more steps. The smell now grew stronger; he took little steps and slowly got into the house. When he was inside he heard music coming from his room at the back. This door too was half open. He carefully approached the rooms' door. Stood still and listen for awhile. Then in a quick leap he pushed it open and held up his fists in a defensive stance, learned it from granny Smith he thought.
"Who's there he shouted!" quickly looking around in the room. What he saw did not surprise him that much.
On the bed there lay his godchild Jenny, smoking pot! Headphones clasped on her ears. She startled and it nearly looked like she wanted to jump up right at the ceiling. Her eyes gasped in wild surprise!
"Shitting monkeys!" she yelled. And she rolled of the bed, right in the lap of someone who seemed to be sitting right next to it on the floor.
Dog stared at both the girls half angry half surprised, the two teens were barely dressed, only wore panties and what looked like a tank top. "What the hell is this, Jenny..?" He shouted not noticing he still got his fists up. The two girls started to giggle.
Pot roast.
"O , its only the dog" Jenny giggled, her girlfriend giggled too."Here doggie, doggie". She said trying to make a whistling sound, they both were rolling around over eachother on the floor screaming with laughter.
Dog lowered his arms, and put them to his sides shaked his head.
"I don't know if you are aware, but your panties are burning" he said and directly looked at Jenny's girlfriend and pointed at his right hip.Huh! They both stopped laughing for a moment stared at eachother, stupefied, Jenny's girlfriend than looked down at her hip.
"Omigod, damn shit!" she yelled. Her panties really were on fire, a hole was burning! While Jenny had fallen from the bed her joint must have touched her girlfriends panties. Both girls were screaming like witnessing a Back Street Boys concert, front row.
Dog now broke out in a huge laughter, tears nearly broke from his eyes. While he stepped out off the room he heard the girls were slapping each other or at least trying to slap out the burning panty. No giggling anymore but cussing at eachother.
"Shit brains, Slut" he heard them shouting at each other. Dog now really had tears coming from his eyes, this looked so funny he thought. No joint better than this.
The man swaggering down the street suddenly stood still, he lifted his head up to the sky, eyes still empty. For a moment he squinted with his eyes, staring at the sun that was shining above the building he was standing at.
GRISSWOLD COMPUTER COMPONENTS the name of the store said, he put a hand to his head, mumbled something, looked up again his lips were trembling. 'can't rememerber?'he thought.'must remember?' 'Remember?' ...he kept staring at the name of the store.
He stood there a lonely statue. People who were passing him by stared for a moment. 'Wino' they mumbled, and were shaking their heads.
Dog sat at his kitchen table, the girls were quiet now. Fire was out probably.
The bedroom door was closed. He remembered the time when Jenny was a little girl, always playing with barbies. When she was six and he had to babysit her, he once caught her setting barbies hair on fire,
"Barbie wants black hair!" he had heard her say with that little kiddy voice when he asked her why she did it.
Now she was growing up to be women, although she only was fourteen. He loved her very much, like she was his own daughter. But she also remembered him of his little sister Jennifer-Marie who was killed in a fatal car accident together with his fiancée Elizabeth. Wolf had named his daughter after his sister in her honor, that was very nice of Wolf, Dog thought. He sighed, took a sip from the beer he held, he also missed Elizabeth so much. Damn this crazy world he thought, why do we have to loose so many loved ones in this life? Sometimes it 's just not fair.
He took another sip, swallowed. Wiped away a tear. The bedroom door opened, he looked up and saw Jenny walking towards him. She looked ashamed; she stood next to him at the table.
"Fire's out?" Dog asked. "Yeh" Jenny said softly.
"I am so ashamed, Dog "she continued, half looking at Dog. Dog looked at her and put his hand under her chin, tilting her head. He was now looking her straight in the eyes.
"I will never understand teenagers, especially women teenagers" he said. Jenny bowed over to him and put her arms around him, she kissed him on the forehead. Dog sighed and kissed her back on her cheek.
"Never forget that family is really important, they may hurt you sometimes, but all that really matters is that they are your family!" "Now, get dressed and we will get some pizza, and will your girlfriend come along, what's her name?"
Jenny looked at Dog and said Pyra.
"Pyra?" Dog asked.
"As from pyromaniac?" They both began to laugh, just at that moment Pyra came out of the bedroom with a shy look on her face. "It really hurts a bit " she said, and Jenny and Dog saw that she had taped what seemed like a tampon to her hip on the burned spot. Jenny chuckled.
"Come on let's first see a doctor, Dog said".
Douglas Black was whistling while he drove his big black Mack on highway 45. His CB crackled with voices, Red Dog and some other truckers were on air. Red Dog was one of his partners who also was on road to different places in the State. Staring happily at the road ahead he thought about his sweetheart Becca , whom he married for 3 years now, she was expecting her first baby. While he focused his eyes on her picture stuck on his dashboard, he got a warm feeling all over.
"CQ, CQ, Black Cat, are you out there?" a voice said from his CB. It was Red Dog aka Slim Jones one of his partners calling him. Douglas squinted his eyes while soft warm rays of sunrise caught him in the face from the horizon ahead. Slid his sunglasses in front of his eyes down from his head.. He picked up de CB mike which was mounted above his head while he perfectly controlled his big truck, one hand at the wheel. "Roger that Dog, what's the fire?" he answered.
"Yodieeee, Cat, been awhile I heard from you partner, look at your spy, see that beauty?" Dog howled. Cat looked out at his rearview out on the left from his cab, yes sir, it was a beauty, Dogs cab was just riding a few meters behind him, behind the wheel a broad smiling cowboy. " Dogman, lookin' good dude" Douglas answered and smiled .
"Got my eyes on another beauty myself" Douglas said. "Yeh! Where?" Dog answered, and knowing Dog he was looking around the road ahead, to see if there was some pretty baby in a sportscar somewhere. Douglas chuckled, Dog was funny sometimes, and chaotic, looked a lot like Jim Carrey Douglas thought, but was a real pal.
"Hide your tail doggie, I mean Becca" Doug said smiling. "O, yeah, I know.. Dude!" He saw that Dogs cab was swirling a bit from left to right behind him. Watch it dude! Douglas thought.
"Any news about the baby?" Dog said. "Yep, expecting really soon, maybe today's the day!" Doug replied.
"Yihaaaaa, mighty fine!" Dog yelled. "Call me Uncle Dog!" Douglas smiled while traffic was becoming more busy, they were nearing the city. "Would make me proud, dude, would make me proud!" He replied, smiling .
"Heard from Wolf by chance?" he asked Dog. Dog made a howling sound and replied "Not since 2 days ago, told me he needed a vacation, going to the Bahamas he told me". "Bahamas?" Doug asked surprised.
He pictured Wolf in only shorts, tanned, beer belly hanging to his knees, sitting in a beach chair hula girls all around a beer in his hands. Burping. A stranded whale."Not his style dude, really he told you that?" Doug said. "Yessiree, even showed me the ticket". "Asked me to look after his kid Jenny, boy, this little missy is a real pain in the neck, I hate teens, but I am her godfather!"
"What about his grandmother he's living with, does she agree?" Douglas asked. "You mean granny Smith and Weston,? They both chuckled. "That tough old broad, ex Cop now lawyer? Hell, heard from him she doesn't want to take any part any more of the family, took off to Washington. Probably joined the FBI by now!"
"Strange?" Douglas answered, he had known granny Smith since kindergarten, she would be around her sixties now. A real tough lady. Husband got killed in the line of duty, also a cop. A real family lady, liked everything neat and clean and at order. You did not dare to get in trouble with her, see looks small and fragile but she could hit you like Ali. Wham, first round, K.O. Seemed to master every martial art known to man and animal kingdom. Even taught us some moves when we were children, but she was to fast for us, even until this day Doug think. We sometimes joked about her and gave her the name Granny Smith and Weston, Rambo take a hike.
For awhile Dog and Cat talked about their younger years together, things they did together and things they did not , and laughed about them. Douglas told Dog he would drop by later today. Dog had to take a different turn in the city to his house to catch up some sleep. Douglas on the other hand had to pick up a load in a local warehouse in Jefferson street, computer components and stuff. Take the load to another local store on the other side of town, it wasn't a long ride and he had taken this job to earn a few extra bucks. Becca was on his mind and this beautiful blond was smiling at him from the photograph stuck to the dashboard in front of him.
In the meanwhile on the other side of town a man was walking on the road nearing its rim. The brown jacket he wore was torn on its elbows, his white shirt hung loose outside his pants but it seemed not to bother him. His hair fell wild in front of his face which had a far and distant look on it, eyes staring into nothing. On the left side of his head his hair seemed to stick to a bloody wound like in strawberry jam. Walking like a zombie, arms along his sides, hands clenched to fists, he could barely keep on his feet, his left foot was bare, there was no shoe on it. The laces of the shoe on his other foot were loose. He almost stumbled down because of them, but was able to keep on his feet; this swaggering figure on the road, passing cars did not bother to notice him. Probably another drunk they thought.
A tear dropped down his left eye.
Dog parked his Mack behind his little white condo, the house wasn't big and not small. But it was a nice house, he had bought it from an elderly couple a year ago. It had a small garden in front surrounded by a middle high white wooden fence chalked down with graffiti done by neighboring kids. The graffiti wasn't ugly it gave the fence a colorful look. It didn't bother Dog, these were the suburbs dude. Don't holler but color.
When he walked towards his front door coming from behind the house a strange smell caught his nose.
'What the hell!' he thought was there something burning? He got up to the door and noticed that it was not in the lock, it stood halfway open, someone was inside! Carefully while standing on his porch he pushed the door completely open with his right hand, without taking any more steps. The smell now grew stronger; he took little steps and slowly got into the house. When he was inside he heard music coming from his room at the back. This door too was half open. He carefully approached the rooms' door. Stood still and listen for awhile. Then in a quick leap he pushed it open and held up his fists in a defensive stance, learned it from granny Smith he thought.
"Who's there he shouted!" quickly looking around in the room. What he saw did not surprise him that much.
On the bed there lay his godchild Jenny, smoking pot! Headphones clasped on her ears. She startled and it nearly looked like she wanted to jump up right at the ceiling. Her eyes gasped in wild surprise!
"Shitting monkeys!" she yelled. And she rolled of the bed, right in the lap of someone who seemed to be sitting right next to it on the floor.
Dog stared at both the girls half angry half surprised, the two teens were barely dressed, only wore panties and what looked like a tank top. "What the hell is this, Jenny..?" He shouted not noticing he still got his fists up. The two girls started to giggle.
Pot roast.
"O , its only the dog" Jenny giggled, her girlfriend giggled too."Here doggie, doggie". She said trying to make a whistling sound, they both were rolling around over eachother on the floor screaming with laughter.
Dog lowered his arms, and put them to his sides shaked his head.
"I don't know if you are aware, but your panties are burning" he said and directly looked at Jenny's girlfriend and pointed at his right hip.Huh! They both stopped laughing for a moment stared at eachother, stupefied, Jenny's girlfriend than looked down at her hip.
"Omigod, damn shit!" she yelled. Her panties really were on fire, a hole was burning! While Jenny had fallen from the bed her joint must have touched her girlfriends panties. Both girls were screaming like witnessing a Back Street Boys concert, front row.
Dog now broke out in a huge laughter, tears nearly broke from his eyes. While he stepped out off the room he heard the girls were slapping each other or at least trying to slap out the burning panty. No giggling anymore but cussing at eachother.
"Shit brains, Slut" he heard them shouting at each other. Dog now really had tears coming from his eyes, this looked so funny he thought. No joint better than this.
The man swaggering down the street suddenly stood still, he lifted his head up to the sky, eyes still empty. For a moment he squinted with his eyes, staring at the sun that was shining above the building he was standing at.
GRISSWOLD COMPUTER COMPONENTS the name of the store said, he put a hand to his head, mumbled something, looked up again his lips were trembling. 'can't rememerber?'he thought.'must remember?' 'Remember?' ...he kept staring at the name of the store.
He stood there a lonely statue. People who were passing him by stared for a moment. 'Wino' they mumbled, and were shaking their heads.
Dog sat at his kitchen table, the girls were quiet now. Fire was out probably.
The bedroom door was closed. He remembered the time when Jenny was a little girl, always playing with barbies. When she was six and he had to babysit her, he once caught her setting barbies hair on fire,
"Barbie wants black hair!" he had heard her say with that little kiddy voice when he asked her why she did it.
Now she was growing up to be women, although she only was fourteen. He loved her very much, like she was his own daughter. But she also remembered him of his little sister Jennifer-Marie who was killed in a fatal car accident together with his fiancée Elizabeth. Wolf had named his daughter after his sister in her honor, that was very nice of Wolf, Dog thought. He sighed, took a sip from the beer he held, he also missed Elizabeth so much. Damn this crazy world he thought, why do we have to loose so many loved ones in this life? Sometimes it 's just not fair.
He took another sip, swallowed. Wiped away a tear. The bedroom door opened, he looked up and saw Jenny walking towards him. She looked ashamed; she stood next to him at the table.
"Fire's out?" Dog asked. "Yeh" Jenny said softly.
"I am so ashamed, Dog "she continued, half looking at Dog. Dog looked at her and put his hand under her chin, tilting her head. He was now looking her straight in the eyes.
"I will never understand teenagers, especially women teenagers" he said. Jenny bowed over to him and put her arms around him, she kissed him on the forehead. Dog sighed and kissed her back on her cheek.
"Never forget that family is really important, they may hurt you sometimes, but all that really matters is that they are your family!" "Now, get dressed and we will get some pizza, and will your girlfriend come along, what's her name?"
Jenny looked at Dog and said Pyra.
"Pyra?" Dog asked.
"As from pyromaniac?" They both began to laugh, just at that moment Pyra came out of the bedroom with a shy look on her face. "It really hurts a bit " she said, and Jenny and Dog saw that she had taped what seemed like a tampon to her hip on the burned spot. Jenny chuckled.
"Come on let's first see a doctor, Dog said".