Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into?
I just couldn't help asking myself that, over and over again. We were outside the club, in the back parking lot, walking toward Ganon's…motorcycle?
"Well, here it is, bro. A real life motorcycle," he looked over at me and raised an eyebrow, "You ever ridden one of these?"
I shook my head slowly.
He just shook his head in disbelief and sighed, "The things kids miss out on these days. Oh well, first, we have to do something about your cloths."
"What's wrong with my cloths," I gazed down at what I was wearing. It wasn't much, just a pair of tattered jeans, and a worn Aeropostale shirt.
"Well, kid, you won't exactly fit in, wearing that where we're goin'. Good thing I always keep a spare set of cloths with me, right here in this compartment I installed in the seat," he pressed a lever and the seat opened up.
"All right, little man, the pants will work, but the shirt's gotta go," he pulled out a white muscle shirt, and a worn out, leather jacket and tossed them both to me, "Just throw those on and you'll fit right in.
After a second of disbelief I reluctantly removed my shirt and tossed it to Ganon, and threw on the undershirt and leather jacket, which chafed against my shoulders and arms.
Ganon held back a laugh, "Well, bro, you're a regular punk now, oh, 'cept for one thing," he reached over and ran his hand roughly around on top of my head, messing up my hair.
"There you go, now you're a punk, how does it feel."
"A little punkish, if you can believe it."
"Perfect, now lets get moving, don't wanna get to the Dead End too late."
"Huh?"
"Ah don't worry about it, you'll see when we get there," he threw his leg over the bike, "Comin'?"
I reluctantly threw my leg over the bike but kept my hands clear of his body.
"Alright bro, most bikes are started with a key and a button, and blah blah blah, but I fixed mine to just use the kick start," he placed his foot on one of the many levers on the side of the bike, stood up and dropped all his weight down on the starter and the bike fired up, "And we go."
I was forced to grab onto his body as we jolted forward.
I hate flying.
I laid there, in my coffin…waiting. It was never safe to fly coach, even on conus flights. At any time the flight could be delayed, and the sun could come up. But overseas flights were even worse. Those flights could take up to 20 hours, especially when flight conditions were less than perfect. So here I was, in a box, just big enough to fit in…waiting.
It had been eighteen hours, and I could feel the plane start its final decent. I knew it would be at least another 20 minutes before the baggage would be unloaded, so I turned the page in my bible, and continued reading.
"I hate traffic," I couldn't help feel a little bit trapped as I down shifted to keep up with the slow moving traffic, and then finally stopping for the red light, "nothing slows down a good car like bad traffic," I smiled looking over to my passenger. I'm sure I wasn't the first one to notice her beauty.
She looked over smiling, a twinkle in her eye. Kansas had never ridden in such an exotic car; she was speechless.
"I'm gonna call one of my contacts and see if she has anything we can use; books, contacts, anything that could be useful," I said pulling my earpiece for my cell phone, "Cindy," I said into the phone. It instantly started ringing.
"Hello. Cindy's Occult. How may I help you?"
"Cindy! Jung. What's goin' on?"
"Jung! It's been a while, how are you?" The light turned green and the cars started to move again.
"I'm doing alright, gorgeous, but sadly, this isn't a social call. I need some help, do you mind if we come by. We may be in a little trouble."
"Well of coarse, but if you're still in Orlando, don't you think you should wait 'till tomorrow? It will be pretty late when you get down here."
I just smiled, "Well, you still underestimate me don't you? I bet I could be there before you close the store tonight."
"Jung, you know what happened last time you bet me, " She said flirtatiously, "But I guess I couldn't pass up another ride in the viper of yours."
"Well good, you're on then, " I said, picking the phone off my lap, "Oh, and Cindy, I have a Ferrari now," then hung the phone up, putting it away.
Kansas turned her face away from the window, "What was that all about?"
I shifted into fifth gear jumping onto I95 South, and pounded on the accelerator, bringing my speed well over eighty, and still accelerating, "Oh just an ex-girlfriend."
Kansas just shrugged stiffly, looking forward, her wide blue eyes gleaming at the power of the car, which prompted me to shift into sixth, and accelerate a little more, bringing the car to a cruising speed of one-twenty.
I looked over to see a 16 year old girl, excited as a kid in a candy store, holding on as tight as she could to the "oh-shit" bar. I just threw a smile her direction, "So, you ever been to Miami?"