New life ch 5
8 hours later (7:00 P.M.)
Austin, now dressed in a black T-shirt and brown leather coat was now ready to meet up with South Park's finest "gentleman" at the local bar. Austin couldn't remember the last time he went to a bar. The only time he could recall was when he met Claire back in 01'. He was about to leave when Jake came up to him.
"Hey dad, can I go to Stan's house for a sleepover. All my other friends are over there." Jake asked.
"Isn't today a school night?"
"Yeah, but Stan said his mom would cook breakfast, and we would be out the door by 8:00 tomorrow ."
Austin, knowing he would be late if he argued with the child, agreed to allow Jake go to the sleepover. Jake thanked his dad and ran out the door with his essentials in his backpack. Austin watched the excited little boy run down the street and knock on Randy's house. Jake walked in and was out of sight. Austin said goodbye to his wife and got into Randy's car, then drove to the edge to town. Once there, the two barely found a parking space, the bar was packed. The football game was about to start. It was the Broncos vs the New York Giants. Austin walked into the bar and was meet with Kyle's dad Gerald.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Gerald, Kyle's dad."
"Hey, my name's Austin." He said in his noticeable southern accent. The three men sat a booth close to the TV and ordered their drinks. Randy was plain ol' canned beer, Gerald was vodka on the rocks, and Austin ordered Jack Daniels mixed with mountain dew.
"They brink you your drinks here, that's kinda kickass." Austin noted, receiving his drink.
"IKR?" Randy said.
"IKR?" Austin asked, confused that a grown man was using text short hand in real conversation.
"It means 'I know right?'" Randy explained.
"I know what what it means, I'm just wondering why you're using text short..." The bar erupted and cheers as the Broncos scored the first touchdown of the game. Austin didn't really give a shit about sports, he hated them in fact. To quote him "Sports are nothing but a bunch of sweaty cunts getting payed too much money to play with balls." As the game went, Gerald noticed Austin was acting a bit gloomy. He had already went through half the bottle of Jack and he seemed on the verge of vomiting.
"You okay Austin?" Gerald asked, concerned for his new buddy.
"I just...haven't drunk...in a while."
"You should really stop drinking then."
"But the numbness keeps me from viewing those fucking fags on TV." The bar went silent as Austin spoke those words.
"That's right, you heard me, football ain't nothin' but a bunch of fags playing with balls. YOU fucking fags shouldn't be watching that..." Austin then threw up on the bar's floor.
"And don't think I'm cleanin' that up, cause I ain't." Too drunk to fight them, Randy and Gerald escorted the drunk Austin out of the bar and into Gerald's car.
"We'll drive you home Austin, you've had WAY to much."
"But my car, what the fuck man, my fucking car."
"We'll get it later, now just relax." Austin, too weak to object, laid down in the back seat, and fell asleep.
MEANWHILE AT THE SLEEPOVER
The boys, dressed in their pajamas, were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching Terrance and Phillip.
"Hey Terrance, what did the rocket scientist say to the astronauts?"
"I don't know Phillip, what?"
"3..2..1.. blast off "
Phillip jumped in the air and farted, using it as thrust to launch him even further in the air. The boys laughed.
"Man, I wish we had this back in NC." Jake said, taking a sip of his Pepsi.
"You're from North Carolina?" Kyle asked.
"Uh yeah. Go ahead, joke about the incest and rednecks." Jake said, expecting insults.
"Don't worry dude. We're not judgmental like that. I think its pretty cool you're from there." Kenny said.
"What's it like down there?" Stan asked, interested in what Jake would have to say.
"Well, it can get fucking blistering hot down there, the rednecks are cool once you get to know them, and the babes at the coast are hot as the fucking summer." Jake went on to tell stories about his adventures in North Carolina with his friend Patrick.
FLASHBACK
A nine year old Jake and his friend Patrick are walking through the woods, with BB guns.
"Hey, I bet ya' I can hit that bird up in the tree" Patrick said as he lifted his BB rifle to his shoulder. He aimed the weapon and pulled the trigger, knocking the bird out of tree and killing it.
"Nice shot" Jake said as the boys inspected the dead animal. Patrick picked a feather from the cardinal and put it in his pocket as a souvenir.
"Hey, its getting dark, we should get back your house." Jake said, making his way down the forest trail. A short walk later they could see the small trailer that Patrick and his family lived in. As they walked up to it, they heard a sound behind them.
"SHH! I think that's a bear" Patrick whispered.
"Bullshit." Jake turned around and indeed saw a bear at the edge of the forest 20 feet away.
"RUN!" The two young boys ran into the trailer and slammed the door. The bear was just outside, scratching at the door. Jake panicked. He began to hyperventilate. Patrick, being more level-headed, grabbed his dad's shotgun from his closet.
"Cover your ears!" Patrick warned. He aimed the shotgun at the door and fired. The pellets from the shotgun penetrated the door and hit the bear right in the face.
PRESENT
"And that's how Patrick killed a grizzly bear, while I acted like a pussy." Jake laughed at his own comment.
"Alright boys, time for bed." Stan's mom interrupted. It was 10:00, so the boys got their things and went upstairs. They set up their sleeping bags and went to sleep. As the boys slept, Randy and Gerald delivered Austin back to his house. His wife was already asleep, so the two men dropped Austin on the couch in the living room.
A/N – In the first chapter I mentioned that this story is sort of autobiographical. So, yeah, the bear thing actually happened. Only Patrick in real life didn't shoot it, instead the bear got bored and ran off. Also, I decided that a broken leg isn't going to stop me from writing this story, so my updating of this story will not be altered. I hope you enjoyed – Goateeman