Here, There, Anywhere
No one is answering Old D’s second round of questions. Bee Bop is rocking his body and hugging his knees and scaring me, so I nervously glance at Manuel who is also looking at Bee Bop with the same look I always try to give Bee Bop. This is a look of intense fear that is being masked by a casual, nonchalant “we’re all in this together” smile that is also smug enough to imply an enthusiastic unless-you-want-to-fight-me-and-then-I-will-OWN-you stare of death. We all learned this look in county or real prison, and we are all trying to win an Academy Award for best performance in this category.
Benny
Go ask most any fifteen year old kid from the suburbs, virgin or not, if they “wanna get laid” and you’ll see in their eyes the maniacal expression of a frenzied gold miner from the 1800′s. There is nothing on Earth that simultaneously excites and terrifies a fifteen year old kid from the suburbs like the prospect of having unfettered access to a girl’s body.
At Dusk
The tricycle had a red seat and yellow handlebars. The front wheel was black and made out of plastic and it was also bent and now facing the wrong way in front of my car. Next to the tricycle lay the boy. I recognized the boy, but I couldn’t remember his name.
