CH3 The fight

The hietzmann residence…

"Here let me see. Oh it's not that bad."

"Yes it is. I'm bleeding like I've been shot."

My dad walked in.

"Hey what happened?"

"My face exploded."

"A boy broke his nose at the party."

"You're kidding me."

"What was his name again, Chris? I'm going to call his mother."

"No!"

"Get me the phonebook."

"NO! Don't phone his parents! Dad don't give her the phonebook come back here. Hello? I-I'm sorry can anybody hear me right now? God damnit."

I sighed and sat down by the TV wondering what the level select codes were again. I overheard mom talking to the parents.

"Hello, is this the Richards residence?"

"MOM NO! HANG UP THE PHONE!"

"Hi, I'm calling to inform you that your son chris gave my son a broken nose at a party tonight."

"Mom, god damnit!"

"Yes I'm hoping he were to have a talking to and give my son an apology."

"Mom, if you were anyone else I would tackle you to the ground, but you're my mom and I can't do shit so all I can do is plead that you'd fucking listen to me and hang up the god damn phone!"

"That's great thank you so much it was nice talking to you, Bye. There all taken care of. Chris will be apologizing to you tomorrow."

"No he's going to break my fucking legs, this is so lame!"

"What is lame!"

"Mom, you don't understand what happened, I dissed his girlfriend that's why he punched me. Why the hell would he apologize?"

"Why did you insult his girlfriend?"

"Because she's an idiot with a PHD in gonorrhea!"

"Anthony!"

"Oh god."

"You shouldn't have done that Anthony that wasn't the right thing to do."

"Yeah well."

"For goodness sake you can't even got to a party for 5 minutes without causing trouble why can't you get along with people? I don't know why I even bother."

"I don't either."

"I bet you don't even have a prom date yet."

"Of course I don't prom's fucking retarded!"

"How many times have I told you to watch your language! Do you even listen to yourself? Prom's retarded, parties are retarded. Everything's retarded!"

"God I can't wait to move out!"

"What?"

"I SAID I CAN'T WAIT TO MOVE OUT!"

She turned her head for a second then walked away. Dad looked at her, back at me then followed her. I lowered my head.

"Things will change once I have my own place. I'll be a lot happier."

Four years later….

I sat in my apartment staring at the wall just thinking. 'I wonder how many different ways I could kill myself. I could bang my head against the wall over and over, but that would really hurt. I guess I could hang myself from the ceiling.' I looked up at the weak and cracked structure. 'But I don't really like the thought of strangulation, plus there's nowhere to hang a rope not that it would even hold my weight with a hook. Where could I even get a hook like home depot or something? I wonder if home depot is open. Does home depot sell guns? Yeah, yeah if I were to kill myself that's what I would do just shoot my self in the head.

But what if I miss? Then I would be disfigured for life and probably locked up or something, I'd have to get it right the first time or I'd be fucked. Haven't people survived gunshots to the head? What if I fucked up and just turned into a vegetable? Maybe I should just use a shotgun to make sure the job gets done. How much are shotguns, how much are any guns for that matter? How much is ammunition even? I don't think I could afford either I can barely afford groceries. Fucking jawbreakers for dinner, can't even chew the things without breaking my jaw. Guess that's why they call em' jawbreakers.

Jawbreakers and milk, a real man's meal. How do you even find out this stuff is there like, a pamphlet I missed growing up? I hate organic stuff, like bread if you don't throw it in the freezer immediately it like gets mold all over it. And what's up with yogurt, you eat it and it barely fills you up the you toss it in the trash and the next day your kitchen is infested with fruit flies. Where do they come from? If god exist what the hell is the point of making fruit flies? He made a lot of stupid decisions. Why didn't he make it so people crapped chocolate cake? If he could make it smell bad then why couldn't he make it smell good?

Surely if he created all this he had infinite possibilities to work with so why not just make everything awesome? I should have been in charge, I would have made it so people crapped chocolate cake and outlawed mold and fruit flies… and billabong t-shirts, seriously people who wear more than one piece of billabong clothing at one time should be shot in the fucking head.'

My phone started ringing and I answered it.

"Hey sweetheart it's mom."

"Oh, hey mom."

"Just calling to see how your doing, how are you?"

"Just… you know… I don't know."

"How are you with money."

"Not that great. I had jawbreakers for dinner."

"Oh, for goodness sake."

"And milk. I think I'm gonna get evicted soon. I'm behind in rent payments."

"You need to find a good job, you have a degree in computer sciences, there must be tons of people looking for you."

"Yeah well, I haven't found any yet."

"Well until you do you should find a new place and a room with another person."

"No mom, I'm not the roommate type, I need space."

"Well you don't have much choice, we would help you but were struggling ourselves."

"No, I wouldn't ask you guys anyway. Your right I guess I'm just gonna have to do that."

"I love you."

"Yeah, alright see you mom."

"Bye."

I hung up. 'A roommate great…' then it clicked in my head.

"Hey maybe I can find one with a shotgun!"

End of CH3