Small Block - Act One

One two Break Savories, Small.
Blocks, Small Block written by Ashley Lauren. Thank you for
listening to Small Block. Please note that there is adult
language throughout that is not suitable for young listeners. Furthermore,
there are a few items that might be triggering for
some readers. These include suicidal ideation discussion, transphobic language, homophobic language,
minor instances of fat phobic language. All phobic language is
used intentionally for thematic reasons. It is not used without
thought or due to either naivete or bigotry. Thank you
again for listening to Small Block. Now onto the show.
Interior Peace, Bathroom Evening Hole's Violet starts a mostly bare
chin with a solitary black whisker P fourteen, muscular but
fluffy with padding. Face to the counter length mirror squints
at his chin. It's a purple beanie, gray whole t shirt, jeans,
flannel around waist. Razor swipes the chin, bear meticulously, swipes
again again. He picks up a small spiral notepad and
a pen. He shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers.
He writes intensely, pauses, takes a deep breath, continues. He
generally lowers the pen to the counter. Hand trembles. He
reads the note silently, face resigned nearby, old Swiss army knife,
cordless phone, Polo cologne. P flexes his arms, drops them dejectedly.
His gray shirt creases along the underside of his peck.
He pulls it taut, but the crease reappears when he
lets go. He tears the shirt off quickly, frantically dons
a black T shirt for the band obituary from the floor.
His body was barely exposed, pulls the tee taut Let's go.
The black hides his body better. Peace, brays Polo on
his inner wrist, rubs his wrists together, then dabs his
neck and cheeks. Wipes the excess on his teeth. He
studies the crisp new shirt. His face softens. His hand
moves toward the knife, but instead grabs the phone. He exhales,
pauses the CD boombox violet stops dials ring never mind.
He hangs up, reaches for the knife. Ring the phone
glows orange. P checks collar.
I D.
Davidson, It's keV fourteen half Japanese Pea's Bestie. Off screen
for the scene, p answers you.
Know in Koma where Axels like when you said that
no one's listening. Why your best friend drop a dime.
Again with that shit I called you. I'm definitely listening.
I know, I know Axel.
Lies in that song.
Anyways, It's so easy to be social, It's so easy
to be cool, my fucking ass.
Please. P shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers.
You thought much about the dance?
Why you think Becks is a date?
Got a chill about bes Man? You're my best friend?
Now you not her and your coolest shit?
Yeah, well known as school thinks, so especially not bes.
If Carlo is here, I take her to the dance
and then everyone see why are you asking? Anyway? P hesitates, Dude,
do you like someone?
Kev's dad screams in the background.
Hang up, I need to get on AOL. It's p
he can tie up someone else's line.
Kev's tone changes. He sighs, then talks quietly.
I wish I could live with my mom.
Ten more seconds and it'll be no CDs.
For a month. Thank god for school.
Don't let him pollute your soul.
Man lyrics write that shit.
Nine click, The line goes dead. People's a beaten up
chrome zippo from a drawer. He tears the note from
the notebook. The top spirals a trench of torn edges.
Only half the pages remain. P returns everything to the
drawer except the zippo. He lights the page on fire,
drops it in the sink. Pe leaves the bathroom as
the flames ash up the page, eating backwards into the
words starting with all you love, I Sorry, I'm Interior
Pea's bedroom, continuous metal band and movie posters line the walls.
Candle mass imagine an uniform nineteen thirty one Pantera, Batman,
et cetera over the bed, framed full size Back to
the Future poster with various signatures and silver ink corner,
electric guitar, practice amp, dumbbells. The note veo continues as
p walks to the bed.
It in lie I'll bed my maid, I stay should
I why reason? ANYC can't? I Sorry, I'm love I
everyone too notes suicide my.
On the desk model Dolorian yellow sports Discman CDs. There's
a photocopy flyer that reads pond Hill Homecoming ninety four
middle school dance. Pe picks it up and sits on
the bed. He looks to the desk a framed recent
photo of P with a half Japanese boy the same
age in front. Behind it, Pe pulls out a second
framed photo Pe younger and a girl at a water park.
In the photo, PA's eyes are red as if he's
been crying, but he smiles joyously. The girl's mouth is
open in a huge laugh, her arm protectively around p.
Pee gazes at the picture and smiles. He looks to
the dance poster in his other hand, face growing complicated.
When beep beep, the smoke detector wails. Pe runs to
the bathroom, replacing the photo haphazardly. The pictures topple face down,
the second on top of the first interior Pea's kitchen.
Short time later, p enters his dad forty five, removes
a large crape from the stove and lays it alongside another.
They're on the center island. Nearby seared beef, tenderloin, mushroom,
duck cells, pete de fois gras, puff pastry, perscudo di
parma tutsie on the thirty two inch CRTTV. Dad scrunches
his nose.
Do you fall into a vaticlone?
P flushes He sniffs the air. Dad lays perscudo in
a tight, even pattern across the crapes.
Your mom reminded me of today's significance. Pick a place
anywhere you want except sushi.
Great, that's not dinner. Dad laughs as he layers duck
cells onto the ham.
I think not. One of the our nurses, Christine, is
getting married. She loved the cake I did for our
surgical tech. Been studying for the test.
Yeah.
Dad stops spreading pete on the duck cells, looks up swear.
Remember we went to see this Best Picture in nineteen
eighty three nominee Jessica lang Wan Best Sporting.
Dad glances at the screen, resting up as a woman.
Used to mean you were a Nancy. But he gets
the girl so good on him. I guess some like
it hot too, Jack lemon and makeup. Ghastly.
Dad moves the tender loin on top of the patae,
then delicately encases the beef in the layered crep. He
pulls over a baking sheet with a layer of raw
puff pastry. Seems like a lot of work for steak.
Dad looks at Pea like he's a fucking idiot.
A welling tin is a body, an ecosystem. Tender loin
is tender, but there's no fat, no flavor. You have
to put flavor around it for it to come alive. First,
what do we have under our skin and muscles organs?
Thus he looks.
At Pea expectantly. Pea stares back blankly. Dad's size.
Thus, pote de foi gras rich, creamy, earthy, Then duct cells, mushrooms,
more earthiness. Then the parmahan salty, fatty than the crepe.
You need to contain the juices, the essence of the
beef trap it so the outside the puff isn't tainted.
The result, Dad points proudly to the lower oven. The
light is on a golden Wellington with exquisite lattice.
Baking is a show stopper. Look at that glorious little
football and the tenderloin the heart is perfectly isolated and protected.
Pass me another pe gets a doctor pepper and a
raw tenderloin wrapped tightly in plastic wrap from the fridge.
Holy crap, there's like fifteen more tender loins in here.
It's a wedding, not happy hour. You have the Saint
John's in if you're right, went well, definitely, you better
be taking this seriously. Saint John's is Now that's a school.
Brenda Nash told me there's a dance this Saturday.
Mom forty eight, healthy but thin, enters with a wrapped present.
Happy birthday in Japanese. Tonight, not this here. Mom looks
at Dad, pleased but curious.
You don't get full of sushi a dance?
Huh?
Not sure if we're going. Dad looks up excitedly. We
me Kevin. Dizzy. Dad and Mom exchange looks.
Football will be good for you.
P nuds at the screen.
There's other ways to get girls, none of.
Them seem to be working. Change the shit.
P flips through channels methodically.
New shirt, gift from keV. Dad, Do you like my shirt?
This?
This the best Jack Lemon in this Now, that's a performance.
You've seen it.
P stops the TV on the apartment Best picture in
nineteen sixty one.
You took me to Castle Linda. Mom hands p her gift.
Pee tears the carefully wrapped paper. He unfurls the present,
a black, entombed band T shirt and tombed sweet Peace,
starts pulling it over his shirt. Mom shoots a good
natured you kidding me? Look, Pee glances at Dad, focused
on cooking. He rips off his old shirt and pulls
the new one on, hastily cripple Beanie in place. Dad
glances up.
I thought you were gonna get diet doctor Pepper.
He rapidly tugs down his shirt to hide his body
as Dad unwraps the tenderloin, places the beef in the pan.
It sizzles. He removes the other Wellington from the oven.
Perfect gorgeous that a tester. Dad smiles, mischievously slices it.
Proudly pushes the slice to see the beef is medium,
a healthy uniform pink. His face contorts and rage.
Piece of shit. Oven calibration's drifted again. I should have
gone with Viking.
I fucking knew the shit looks nice, but inside it's rubbish.
He opens the trash and shoves the whole Wellington in.
You don't want to taste it.
Beef's overcooked, ruined, be as good as it could have been.
Let's go to dinner.
I can't leave.
I'm behind Auntiev.
The Apartment's Doctor Dreyfus pleads with Jack Lemon's Baxter to
grow up and be a mane.
Words to live by, Okay, call pizza, I feel like pizza.
Any toppings you want?
Interior pond tail Welch's classroom Next Day, hand painted Homecoming
ninety four signs adorn the walls. The rooms divided into
a quiz show arena. Two arcs of desks flank mister
Welch's thirty four desk, replete with lectern true ninety style.
Battle of the sexes Boys left, girls right, Becks fourteen, punky,
overweight and confident as fuck, holds the baton. She's older
now but is clearly the girl from PA's desk photo.
A large homecoming dance poster is offset behind her.
Joan of Arc correct becks tie.
Game girls, cheer boys grumbling.
Okay, okay, one point bonus for getting the final question correct.
Charged with heresy for spiritual visions she claimed fueled her quest.
What secular activity earned Joan of Arc charges of blasphemy
dressing like a soldier mm more specific.
Pee, tiny smile, purple beanie just so eyes becks intently
dressing like a male soldier.
The girls take the lead.
The girls who the boys turn to pe as does
becks pe Pe waves them down. He smiles at keV
from the desk.
Photo as Captain, I elect keV to answer.
Pete passes keV. The baton boys grumble, but if you
show support, keV smiles. His time to shine.
The category is movies.
Girls, grown boy's cheery. keV slumps, Pee slaps him on
the back. I got you, Pee meets eyes with backs.
She smiles at him. P shakes his arm, extending and
curling his fingers.
What Barber streissand movie.
Mister Welch's words dripped away as a flash of silver
catches P's eye. Out of the window, A Dolorean drives
down the street. Pea's eyes widen. Kev's hand nudges them
back to the classroom. They whisper, holy shit.
I think it's Lens Gentl Sorry, holy shit, I think
it's Yensel.
P turns back to the window. The beautifully utilitarian steal
of the Dolorean contrasts with the greenery around it.
Dude streisand probably a star is born five seconds.
I swear it's Yentel four.
You're terrible at movie stuff. I'd be shocked. I was Yentle.
What was the exact question? keV looks at pe stunned.
Three, What was the exact question again?
Sorry, keV got answer now one.
keV glances frantically at Pete. Pee gives him a thumbs up.
A star is born, silence as everyone waits. P looks
out the window. The Dolorean's gone. He turns back to glass.
The film that garnered Barbara streisand the first ever directing
Golden Globe for a female director in nineteen eighty three.
Is Pea's head tilts back in despair. Yen soeul.
That's right, Pee, yentel girls win, no homework next week
for you.
Yeah, the girl erupted in joy. keV gazes at Becks.
She winks playfully at him. keV drops his head. He
glares at Pea, as does Dizzy thirteen half Vietnamese, half dorky,
half cool bowl cut. The other boys sigh and frustration
or mutter disapproval.
Way to go, keV.
P looks guiltily at the visibly angry keV. Mister Welch,
one more.
Question, Sorry, pe game's over.
They got one. Bes raises her eyebrow at P. Mister
Welch ignores him.
Enjoy the three day weekend. Hope to see you all
at the game and of course at the dance. Let's
crush Jane John's this year. We're due.
Come on, mister Welch, be a mensch ya.
I also heard rumors of a surprise at halftime, just saying.
Mister Welch, winks is it because Beck's a girl? The
glasgow is silent. Becks glares at P. His face makes
plain he knows that it was the wrong thing to say.
The bell rings, no one moves.
Your team, Captain P. You could have taken the question,
but you gave it to keV. It's a question you
should have and would have got, just like I gave
Becks a question she should have gotten and she did.
That was me being a mensch. Now it's your turn, Becks. Girls,
don't let peace spoil your victory.
Who the class house and laughter interior pond Hill Hallway.
A couple of minutes later, Pee walks toward keV, who
shoves books into his locker. Homecoming dance posters on the walls,
along with homecoming decorations and team signs. A classmate Zach
walks by, as does James. keV leave movies to Pee,
bro Yeah, follow P's lead.
Next time pe arrives at Kev's locker, Dude, I'm so sorry.
Thank god Carla doesn't go here.
I die.
She'd seen that.
Martha and Janet passes well to pe go crawl back
in your hall, you Chauvin's pig. Mind your own.
Holes from a Nazi.
Scowling Dizzy joins Kevin, p as Martha and Janet leave,
you sound like a Saint John's creep. Good luck finding
a dig to the dance pee. These the girls hating
me and not you be it.
The game tomorrow.
Big Dog Britt fourteen handsome quarterback energy at his locker
with Tiffany fourteen, thickly athletic solid, and.
A couple others. Britt throws pea of football. It's wide,
but Pee gracefully leaps and catches it decisively in one hand.
Fuck Saint John's. Pe spirals the ball back to Britt,
who smiles.
My man.
keV shows a book into his locker with a clang
PA's eyes signal to Britt. He nods towards keV.
It'll cut your way next time.
Ken.
Britt nods at Pete and turns back. keV mutters to Pete.
Sure Ken will kill it next time girls laugh.
Pee looks Becks with friends. He pulls his purple beanie down,
hides behind the locker door as she passes. Yeah, but
I gotta work tomorrow safe. Pe pulls his head out,
Becks jubilant, walks by a parade of homecoming dance signs
on the wall.
The fuck fag.
You know every useless fact about every stupid move.
We exactly like whatever it was. There was a DeLorean outside.
Dizzy's face instantly shifts. keV is speechless.
How fast was it going?
Was it cool? Yes? Super cool?
You made me lose to Becks of all people over DeLorean.
Of all people?
Huh.
P's eyes close, He turns. Beck stands a homecoming dance
sign to a right worry deep down that me and
P are still best friends. Behind your back, Pee, reddins.
He glances at the dance sign. Small crowd gathers. No
need to keep us separated.
keV Yard's free come out and play. Bes?
Is it because I'm a girl?
Pee?
Ooh?
Crowd oohs Pe and Beck's meat eyes He breaks first,
Bes walks away, victorious.
Yeah you're lucky or a girl.
Beck's flips her middle finger without turning, I am lucky,
I'm a girl. Ditzy Pee watches bes pass another homecoming
dance sign, every step taking farther and farther away from it.
He shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers hair.
keV glances at Dizzy, slams his locker shut. The sound
blends into a loud, distorted power chord from PA's guitar
in Dizzy's garage. After school, Pee guitar, keV bass and
Dizzy drums practice for their metal band, Shadow King cool
blend of thrash and groove b two.
Day More and the Seal Faces master foot back going
avents around me character flat.
He harmonizes for the chorus from Sunlight and a Day.
I cannot will sound in no si for I'm word
time nothing lamp with it, see the surface from mellow
but still.
He screams, Oh, I am on procrast Dizzy snare crack
cracks as the band kicks back in. The new part's
more technical, heavier and less accessible.
Hey, hey, I'm not feeling it.
The band stops check this. keV plays a deeply simple
bass groove Peace not impressed, but tries to find a
way in. He plays a complex thrashy riff.
And.
Heyn too much.
keV restarts. He plays a less complex death metal riffree.
Far no only no mirror mere size.
But mirrors Kev's groove close enough.
Yeah, that's what people want. You hear that band Corn?
Yet they rock?
What about Pantera, Carcass, Machine Head, Dream Theater even you.
Can't play Dream Theater. Divine Intervention came out last month.
Know how many times I've heard it on the radio?
I haven't. And that Slayer, the Buried fucking Slayer. Know
how many times I've heard Blind by Corn yesterday?
Fuck radio?
Shadow King needs to make epic shit that changes people's lives. Dizzy,
you don't want to sell out, but.
I'd like to sell. I'm with keV.
P looks guiltily at keV, who smirks. Pea concedes. He
plays the simple riff. keV joins on bass. Dizzy plays
a very simple beat. PA's I's focus on his cable jack.
The metal sleeve distorts peas reflection. The tubular jack resembles
the bontet Dizzey's mom, Missus D, makes in Dizzy's kitchen.
A short time later, missus D puts the bontet in
a tupperware with a few others. The wrapped tied green
banana leaves are uniform. She spreads a banana leaf on
the counter, adds rice, large containers of food nearby, homemade
mac and cheese, Spanish grilled chicken, drumsticks, salad. P and
keV walked to the CD player. Costumes like makeup and stuff.
We need an image cool if we.
Play some tunes.
Missus D okay, but no girl, Missus D imitates death
metal growls, pee lab, keV hands mccorn CD while I
fucking the bontet.
Research are those of the things we have for Lunar New Year?
Missus D.
Missus D nods bantete. Image isn't music? Man? I don't
want to be kiss?
Which track seven Kisses? Problem is they took the makeup off.
If they hadn't, no one would have known what they
really looked like.
Problem solved.
Kiss's problem is that they suck bagpipes, play dizzy enters.
Missus D adds among beans.
What's this gay shit in it?
My bad fellas?
What's his gay crap?
Thank you? P Hans dizzy the CD case. keV stares
as Missus D lays pork belly onto the beans. Dizzy's
eyes almost leave his head looking at the cdks.
WHOA, there's a track called faggot play that next.
Every band does T shirts and jeans Now no one
has a look.
I like this bagpipes better than piece music.
Mayhem and some of the black metal bands wear corpse
pet see not makeup corpse paint.
It conjures something. Image is a huge part of music.
It says stuff.
I want the music to say stuff. Dizzy eyes a
tupperware of spring rolls. Only green vegetables are visible through
the translucent wrapper.
No shrimp in the middle protects beta. Is there for
Uncle Chris.
To bite better when they're on top of the other stuff?
Taste them first.
Missus D raps and ties the bontet.
A band shouldn't look like chess club and a band's
a music shouldn't sound like checkers.
Missus D assembles a new bontet. Dizzy reaches toward the
mound of them in the tupperware. Missus D slaps his
hand away.
Hey, is that for Uncle Kreg?
All the other foot is for you?
How does he need bontet?
In October?
He doesn't have much time.
Maybe when I'm dying, I'll fucking get on.
Then, missus D stops silence. Dizzy's demeanor shifts. P and
keV know the drill. Pee quietly grabs three sodas from
the fridge. keV discreetly retrieves his CD. They exit to
Dizzy's room. Moments later, P shuts the door lightly. Multiple
DeLorean and Metal Band posters on the walls by the
bunk bed, Japanese Sega Genesis big nineties computer tower, thirty
two inch CRTTV, close strewn super soakers, waiting for summer.
P gives keV a coke, Classic opens a doctor pepper.
The sprite remains for Dizzy. keV grabs it instead. She's
gonna whoof his ass. keV takes the pond Tail yearbook
off the desk.
Mah, Mom's just supposed to love you. Imagine if his
dad was here.
keV flips idly through the yearbook. He stops abruptly, eyes
burning at the page.
I bet she thinks I'm so stupid.
Missus D. keV holds up the yearbook, jabs it toward P.
A large candid photo of Beck smiling, a butterfly resting
on her open palm.
Bes Man becks, I don't want your old best friend
to think your new best friend is a dumb ass loser.
Do you really care what she thinks? Do you? P hesitates,
He looks down. keV smiles ruefully at the silent confirmation,
tosses the yearbook on the bed. I bet she's jealous,
keV smiles. He pops open the sprite, SIPs quietly. He
stares at the yearbook as if he can still see
her interior Dizzy's room. Evening later, Dizzy enters with a
doctor pepper, coke and sprite.
Put your dicks away, fags, yep, obscure your penises fags.
He nods at his mom's tasts at approval, shuts the door.
keV grabs the sprite from Dizzy's hand, opens it.
Hey, Coke, we get it for you.
Kep takes a long swig. Dizzy snatches the remote, jabs it.
The movie unpauses. Ace Ventura on the TV. Pacing his bathroom,
Ace realizes that the female detective Einhorn is actually the
Miami Dolphins kicker he's been trying to locate. In Revelatory Joy,
he exclaims that Einhorn's a man, which he repeats immediately
in revulsion as the horror of their kiss dawns on him.
I love this part. Disgusted, Ace plungers his face, vomits excessively,
and acts out other phobic hijinks while the crying game
plays Pee Kevin. Dizzy laughs so hard they cry interior
Dizzy's room. Later, a knock on the door. Missus D
enters on TV. Einhorn, visibly shell shocked, stands motionless as
Ace rips off her skirt. Looks normal. Then Ace solves
the mystery. He spins Einhorn around her tucked penis outlined
in panties. He exclaims, that's why Roger pit Actor's dead.
He found Captain Winkie. The crying game plays the entire
police force dry heaves. The boys laugh hysterically.
Did she go to the bathroom in the underwear?
The boys laugh even harder. No, Missus d she used
to be a man, still is a man. So that's
her penis?
What's it doing in a butt?
keV purple faced falls over, laughing. Dizzy turns red. Missus
d waves her hand at Dizzy. He pauses the movie,
staring longingly at the sprite as keV drinks.
Going to Uncle's back tomorrow.
The boys try to hide their excitement. When do you
boys want to go.
To the desk set today? Philip's been talking about it
for weeks?
P and keV ey Dizzy who flushes?
Don't y'all kind of want to go?
Yeah?
Us standing around while they play poser crap like the
sign and all that she wants sounds great?
Well, hang laugh at the posers.
It could be fun, dude.
Or we can hang here more fun?
Okay, you all decide.
Missus d closes the door, pokes her head back inside.
Women men, Pennis isn't always in the front.
He bites his lip. keV slaps a hand over his mouth.
His face turns more purple. His body heaves as he
stifles a laugh. The boys stare at each other. The
front door finally closes. They irrupt and laughter. She pounds
the bed. The impact blends into the sound of Kev's
feet running towards the bathroom in Dizzy's house night. Short
time later, keV bee lines towards the bathroom. Right as
keV gets to the door, Dizzey sprints past locks it.
keV bangs on the door.
Dude, I only have one pair of underwear.
He brought one pair of underwear for a three night sleepover.
Yellow waterfalls, yellow water balls, yellow waterfalls, rushing streams of heat.
You're in, You're in, You're it uses parents' bathroom. keV
looks at the closed door of the far bathroom. He
bangs on the door in front of him again, Oh amazing,
how much piss I have left?
It might never and.
I'll say it was my ideas.
Got a death quish, dude.
keV runs into Dizzy's parents' bathroom. Interior Dizzy's kitchen. Moments later,
the fridge door opens. Pea grabs at doctor Pepper. He
leans against the fridge, stares at the back wall. It's
only a door in glass panes, effectively a big window.
The patio is unlit, but the small pool faintly glows.
The kitchen light transforms the glass into a semi transparent mirror,
both inside and outside visible. He stares at his lackluster reflection.
He mutters to.
Himself, Siff Becks would go to the dance with you anyway.
He raises his sleeve, flexes no definition other arm, you
look like Arnold's gay pool boy. Pe pulls a sleeve
down shirt tat. Dizzy enters, smiling. Where's keV the other bathroom?
Dizzy's lips curl.
Oh with you fuckers know to stay out. My bathroom's
for guests public. The other is private, off limits?
Who are there dark secrets in there?
He was gonna piss his pants.
He beat ants, full on, vogued.
Dizzy laughs, looks out the large back window.
Give me any coke, but coke.
Imagine how freaky would be if some dude appeared outside
right now?
Petaz is a sprite. He examines his reflection in the glass.
Tierra like forty four tough Man's man used to play football.
A faint image appears outside the glass, intensifying.
Long hair, but it's thinning. I'm not sure if he'll
ever go fully bald, but you can see the skin
through the hair. Pathetic, clean shaven, but his face is
that gray beard. Shit, it's ugly, God, he's ugly.
As if in slow motion, the man shakes his arm,
extending and curling his fingers. It's rough, staccato compared to Pe.
The image briefly overlays PA's reflection as it slowly shifts
back to the inside part of the glass, then disappears.
He adjusts his purple beanie, then eyes as doctor Pepper
your mom ever buy diet? Dizzy crunches his empty can
against the counter. He opens an outstretched hand to pee.
I meant like some deranged homo pervert who breaking and
buck fuck you and keV.
P Han's Dizzy a fresh sprite.
Well, I'd make sure you got butt fucked first and last.
Bit, ass Pee and Dizzy scream. Dizzy's unopen sprite falls,
exploding against the floor. keV saunters in, loose and relaxed.
A fountain of sprites sprang next to him. keV flicks
a little off.
His hand, So who's getting butt fucked?
Exterior driveway. Short time later, the basketball bounces against the concrete.
The boys play tips on the adjustable full size hoop.
Pe dribbles. Only Pte wears a shirt. Kevin Dizzy's Tea's
lie in a pile peace flannel is tied around his waist.
Purple Beanie a bit sweaty.
I'd still fuck her, gross dude, Einhorn doesn't have.
Some bitch tied up in a well, her cock wouldn't
bother you. I said, I'd fuck her, not marry her.
Can you imagine dating a purves like that? I want
to freak in bed, not a freak went word at
the store.
I'd rather kill myself cares.
If no one knows you're gonna be gang, you should
be a fucking man about it.
I'd kill myself and then I'd have the most epic
funeral mix CD from Whom with bellt holes played out
marsh funambra sick track, but not as sick as my handle.
P drives left side steps keV, then twists fast dizzy.
The ball kisses the backward, bounces off the rim. It misses.
keV leaps forward airborne. He tips the falling ball up
toward the basket. Bounce, bounce, bounce. It drops in.
Back to eleven bro No one rock at a funeral
cemetery gates.
Yes, Pantera is my shit. Pantera's I'm Broken shatters the night.
The boys turn their collective head and unison. A DeLorean
sleek and Silver turns onto the street. The windows are down,
the engine rumbles, A woman forty two drives. The muscular
guitar's defiant bluesy metal groove provides the perfect foundation as
The singer screams the song's chorus, I'm broken inherit my life,
God damn wait. Pea sprints towards the car. He's at
the end of the driveway. A car isn't going to stop.
You're gonna get killed.
P launches forward in front of the car. Purple Beanie flying.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, it's not stopping. It's
not stopped. Scree the break squeal. The car stops just
enough to be safe, but definitely enough to be dangerous.
Good thing we settled.
The Funeral mixtape, The Purple Beanies on the Street, Pee
Tug's shirt tat his ponytail, briefly visible. Pee and the
woman at a standstill. She's sitting back, bathed largely in shadow.
Slivers of light illuminate her half smile. I'm p that's
Dizzy and keV.
I've We've never been this close to a Dolian.
Dizzy ambles slowly, entranced.
Can I touch it? Dolorian?
Miss World?
Go ahead, miss World leans forward, dark hair a similar
color to Peas flannel, middrift tank, yellow scarf around her neck.
Dizzy runs his hands over the car as if it's magic.
Flux capacitor hiding in there.
Missworld chuckles, sure is, but who knows if it works.
Take us for a ride and find out.
Nice try, but it's a bit weird for an adult
to take three teens she just met out for a ride.
Plus it's a school night. Three you do synchronize swim too.
We're a band, got a tape. It might be a
little heavy for a girl. The Dolorean rumbles to life.
Miss World puts it in gear. P steps forward, touching
his knees to the bumper. Sorry, I say stupid things sometimes, don't.
I ask him about Byrus streisand movies.
Miss World laughs, we don't have a tape. Our stuff's
a thrash groove death metal hybrid, but both Sweeten and
Florida death metal if that means anything, and some.
Corn so Megadath Slayer, maybe a Rise era Sepultra. I'm
assuming pre Black Metallica mixed with Pantera and machine Head.
And for death metal, what early Entombed and Obituary though
maybe Morbid Angel, Oh and some corn.
Pee Kevin Dizzy stare at her mouth, agape.
Girls aren't always what you'd think.
The DeLorean reverses pease chances are fading. He takes a
deep breath. He sings. keV cringes at the totally embarrassing earnestness.
Memory of summer has long passed. Crawling through the mud
and silts, the rain never washes me clean, encrusted in clay.
The seed can still flower, but the sun has forgotten
my name.
The DeLorean stops a dog howls. What's that lyrics I've
been writing? Miss World, says his Pe. He puts the
purple beanie on his head.
Not bad, might have earned a ride. We'll see your
parents around.
No.
keV smacks Dizzy's arm. That was stupid.
Will they be here Saturday night?
Well be at the dance.
No, we won't.
Miss World looks at Pee. Pe surveys his friends. We
might be keV glares at Pe. Dizzy looks at keV.
My girlfriend Karl is not in town.
You could go as it grew.
Thank you. Going without a date sucks anyone you two like.
Dizzy shakes his head. He turns walks around the car
in awe. keV goes to the basketball hoop. Miss World eyes.
P Delaurian turns into a pumpkin.
Soon.
Pe glances guiltily at keV. He shakes his arm, extending
and curling his fingers. Miss World smiles playfully looks Pea
square in the eye.
My biggest regret is the amount of regrets I have.
Dizzy couldn't see you.
P nods, taking in her words. As Dizzy steps back
from the car, Miss World smiles coyly at P you
going back. Pee and Dizzy watch her shrinking tail lights
fade into the night and Act one