Chapter 2
The players:
Chelsea
It is 11:00 P.M., the perfect time to start the segment about Chelsea. We just started hanging out this year. Chelsea has brown shoulder length hair, and stands a few inches shorter than myself. Her eyes are the color of my ignorance, and always will be. She has what most people would call a "huge rack" and her height adds to the stunning effect of their hugeness. At times she acts as if they are more of a burden to her than anything else. Chelsea is the kind of girl who is smart enough to realize how stupid the concept of make-up is. She doesn't dress up to impress anyone. She dresses how she wants and is not ashamed. Chelsea is the kind of girl who prefers hanging with the guys and doing guy stuff, as opposed to hanging with the girls. She used to enjoy staring at me to freak me out. At those times she looked like a prairie dog. Completely alert, neck elongated, and ready to pounce, her eyes burnt through my flesh. I could even feel it when I wasn't looking at her...look at me. Chelsea is one of those tough womyn. A lot of the time we spend together is spent beating the crap out of each other. We have wrestling matches, pretty much to the death. She has gotten me in a head lock and totally cut off my air supply.
She watched as I turned blue and then she released. I fell to the ground and gasped for air. She then came over and hugged me, as to console my pride, knowing I had just gotten punked by a girl. For some reason, I always come back for more.
She's the only girl I know who is tough enough to roll around the grass and fight with me. We started an underground newspaper called the guttersnipe. It's awesome working with her on that. I just love hearing her talk and laugh. Her voice sounds identical the the girl's voice from the B-52's. A lot of guys are interested in seeing what's beneath her clothes. I would be happy just with seeing what's behind her eyes. She thinks I don't care if she calls to tell me she didn't die on her way home. Honestly, it is quite the contrary. I just choose not to show it. I am very glad she does though. She often comes over and puts her arm around me. I stay in whatever position I was in before she came over, usually arms crossed. I often think of countering her action, but I never want to send the wrong message. This is my life.
Phil
Phil is agnostic. Which basically means he knows God is real, he just wants to live the way he wants. Phil doesn't want to believe there is someone so much more powerful than him. Phil is a tall kid who carries a few extra pounds as well. His hair can almost pass for an afro. His favorite bands are Metallica, GWAR, System Of A Down, Black Sabbath, and Ozzy Ozbourne. In fact, those are the only bands he listens to. He is on the opposite side of the philosophical spectrum as I. We often get into debates about all of the controversial issues. Phil is the kind of kid you hate, but can't help but love. We are currently trying to convince him that he is a homosexual. I have to say, as much as Phil and I disagree, somehow we still can relate. Phil usually is very compliamentary to everyone. Phil can't get many girls, and the ones he does get, well...they are usually crazy. All in all, Phil has good intentions. And I am ashamed while at the same time, proud to have him in our posse.
Have you even realized how easy it would be to change the world? If each of us felt that the changes had to start with us, and we each just did a little to get it jump started.
The deed could be as simple as a smile. Imagine one man is at his wit's end. He plans on blowing up an entire building. But on your way to the doctor, you flash him a smile. To him that was the best thing anyone had ever done for him. Your smile could save many lives, or affect a mass of people positively.
Have you not noticed that when we only do things that will profit ourselves, we still live miserable lives? If we focus on changing the world around us for the better, eventually it will come back to you. Violence only leads to more violence. Murdering someone either costs you your own life, or all of your money to hire Jonny Cochrin. Wars only lead to more wars. Why is it that a teenager as myself, can see our world slowly devolving. For a kid who has been frowned upon so often, I seem to have a better grasp on things than anyone who chooses to judge me.
The media claims that they are trying to positively reinforce our youth. Truthfully, they are brain washing us. They are trying to spoon-feed us our morals through a television screen. The kids today are a bunch of tools. They believe whatever comes from their picture box. The internet and television are making the streets empty. Remember back in the day, when adults used to call us street urchins? There are no street urchins anymore. They have evolved to mindless zombies watching the T.V. box, and internet junkies.
MTV claims they are positively reinforcing the youth as well. I happened to catch some show talking about safe sex. I thought to myself, * This is positive reinforcement?* They are telling kids it's ok to sex up everyone that you meet, as long as you wear protection. After all, we don't want our youth infected with A.I.D.S. They are teaching the youth how to avoid the bad consequences of their bad decisions. "You will get STD's from sleeping around unprotected.", they say. Maybe if you told the youth not to be a bunch of sluts and man-whores, there wouldn't be such a high risk of contractng STD's. Sick of society, I try to sleep away my headache.
The doorbell rang. The sound echoed eerily as I approached the door, which seemed so far away for some reason. After walking for an hour, I finally reached the door. I opened it to see it was Chelsea and Phil waiting patiently to come in. Phil had a traffic cone, I didn't bother to ask why. I escorted both of them to my dungeon, where we always hung out.
Everything looked exremely cool today. Phil wispered in Chelsea's ear as I pretended not to notice. I fiddled with a torn up stuffed dog. I pulled the cotton out and was trying to eat it. Chelsea came over to me and challenged me to a wrestling match. She stood posed as if ready to kill. Phil's eyes lit up, as he said, "I'm going to play with your dog." He ran up the stairs, and I heard him grab a bag of potato chips. Chelsea took the opportunity to strike while I was distracted. She put both arms around my neck and swung her legs out into the air. The momentum of her legs pulled me down. I came crashing to the ground, as she quickly rolled me over on my back. I inched my knees underneath her and launched her a foot in the air. It was enough to regain my composure. For a moment or two, time was a blur.
The next thing I know, I had her pinned. She didn't look worried that she was going to lose. I held her shoulders down with my hands and I leant down into her face. I said as challenging as I could, "I think you just lost." She smiled and grabbed the back of my head as she thrust her tounge into my mouth. I thought I would refuse and pull away, but I did not. It was as if I was paralysed. She retreacted her snake of a tongue and threw me off. I was so dazed and confused. She threw herself atop of me to get the pin. Once again I launched her, and time blurred.
I ended up having her in a pin just as before. I thought about what I should do. Before I could do anything she grabbed my crotch. Not hard enough to hurt, but not light enough to be pleasurable, it was enough to be uncomfortable. Then, the sound of feet came pounding down the stairs. Chelsea used her other hand and once again grasped the back of my head and pressed her face to mine.
I opened my eyes to see who was standing in the stairway. Phil, Sio, Lauren, Mr. Miyagi, and that guy from "Charles In Charge" were all standing there in amazement. Phil had ice cream all over his shirt and face, with potato chips stuck in the sticky milk product. Lauren seemed as not to even see anything. Sio looked as if she was pretending not to see anything. Phil was too busy licking the food off of his hands to notice anything. Then suddenly Chelsea's tounge tasted like Neopolitan ice cream, with a hint of salt. I threw myself back realizing somehow she had morphed into Phil, who was now morphing into Fran Dresher.
*Well the Fran Dresher part never happened or the Chelsea morphing into Phil thing, but I thought it might sound funny. Actually, I woke up right after everyone came down the stairs. Phil was right. Eating banannas before you go to bed does make you have weird dreams.*
I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and went downstairs to get a bannana.....This is my life?
