CHAPTER I
"Please refrain from crossing the Red Line. Please refrain from crossing the Red Line." A small, white wagon passed the streets, the message playing through its speakers in a loop.
"Please refrain from crossing the Red Line."
"They drew a 'line' now?" Dolan glared at the passing vehicle. "This is moronic."
"Next thing we know they gonna try and push that line back." Someone mumbled.
"This is bullshit! We're not going anywhere!"
"Who the hell the think they are?"
The group angrily shouted their disapprovements, soon evoking another heated discussion about misguided federal decisions and action. I walked off with Dolan.
"You wanna grab a cup of mocha?"
Dolan and I knew each other since college. He was one of those folks who knew everything there is to know. I was one of those who had no clue. Naturally, we've became friends.
I'd spent most of my time in his room, going through his books and music. Once in a while I would find myself starring down a porn magazine, amateurishly stashed between Greek literature and modern history books.
"Isn't it a sin to keep a copy of Hustler right next to The Original Bible Print?" I'd tease.
"..That…needs to be put in a trash can…" He blushed.
"Trash can...? Man you suck at hiding porn."
"I'm not hiding it!"
This would end with me being hit on head with a rolled up Hustler volume.
"Ewwwww! Don't touch me with that thing!"
Now, a year after graduating, Dolan and I were closer than family.
"How long do you think this will go on?" He asked while sipping his coffee.
"Hah. As long as we permit it." I answered.
"I'm serious."
I paused and looked at my friend. "You're losing faith in us?"
He didn't answer and kept starring out the window.
"Helloooo…Dol –"
BANG!
My nagging was interrupted by a load explosion.
"What the hell was that?" Both of us jumped and run out outside.
Perhaps…we shouldn't have.