I wrote this many years ago, and never finished it. I had massive writer's block and could never go back to it again. I thought the beginning was
nice, but once I got deeper into the story, I found myself losing perspective as well as losing the ability to come up with dynamic characters. that
plus the other thing = disaster in a story. Here is the first two chapters of this story, entitled "confusion". tell me what you think!
One who is confused usually doesnt know he is confused until one tells him he is. Or, he is confused because he doesnt know how to
react when life throws him a lemon. In any case, I guess I am talking about myself again. Relighting my Indian cigar, I felt a wave of vanilla come
towards me under the guise of tobacco. With an inhalation, I shifted up to top gear and enjoyed the road before me. My car was something I took for
granted. Correction: my car was the representative of how I took everything from granted. Its a silver sports car that I begged my family to give me,
and already I give it worse treatment than a perverse gynecologist. Perhaps that was too colorful of a metaphor.
Hey! Wake up! My friend next to me bellowed.
Yeah, Im awake. Chill! I retorted in my own sanitys defense.
Truth is, I really was awake! What was wrong with this kid next to me? I dont have his talent of dosing off at regular times of the day, nor turning
off my attention span. In fact, I would rather not have such an ability, as my attention span is short enough. Another inhalation of the mystical item
between my lips brought me a small head rush that was followed by my feet and other appendages suddenly weighing over 60 pounds.
Whoa. Smells like dog # ice cream. My companion remarked.
Why thank you! I mimicked with a laugh. It was a dumb thing to smoke. Frankly I dont know how much of the United States manages to inhale such a
cash crop, which happens to be sprinkled with nicotine. The music in the background was now one of my favorite songs, which reminded me of the
wonderful memories of sharing parts of your life with others. Another inhalation brought me to a small daze in which I began thinking of the object of
my affection. I looked at my companion briefly, and noted his attention was directed at god knows what. So I knew I was safe to daydream.
And there she was, the girl. In my mind, a woman is an object of beauty. She is art. Some art is fabulous, and some is rather uninteresting to say
the least. To compare a female human to art may be vindictive, but comparisons are cruel in themselves. Enough about this nonsense, time to move on
with the girl.
David! my friend bellowed, Whoa!! Those girls were hot! Honk! Honk!
No! I denied his plea, I hate honking at women. Its so demeaning! And it makes me seem like a dog in heat!
So what do you want to do?
Well, I guess well go down to Gainesville. We always went down there. Its like we would go down there and do nothing but well
just show up. I
continued driving anyway. I was in one of those moods again. All I wanted to do now was think about that girl. It was because of the God damned Bidi
and the music in the background. Not to mention my ability to think too much. Suddenly the phone rang.
Hello? I asked.
Hi could I speak with my son? It was Dannys dad. Looks like he did something stupid yet again.
Hes right here. I handed the phone to the boy in question.
Yeah? Yes, dad. Well it wasnt my fault! Thus ensued the typical Father vs. Son argument over a fallacy over at the local household. I automatically
turned around, knowing that Danny boy was in trouble again. Ok Dad, Im on my way now.
What happened? I asked quaintly.
My idiot brother left the dog outside and he ran away. God damned jerk off.
Well, just give me a call later then.
Yeah, cool. Within minutes, Danny was out of the car and our adventure towards Gainesville came to an end.
Slyly, I negotiated the shifter into its hated position; 1st gear. I say this with reason. It hates going into 1st because it needs to be shoved, and
sometimes it emits a worrisome deep crunch. Applying full throttle, I drop the hammer and watch with amusement the tachometers needle rush hastily
towards its designated redline. It was time to shift up a notch. Emitting a sharp snarl, which resembled an enthusiastic yes! my car responded, and
the tachometers previous motions repeated itself. Now I was approaching certain limits in which the numbers on my tachometer no longer displayed only
rotations per minute by the thousands, but points added to my license should I have been unluckily caught by Officer Billy Bob. Still the sights and
sounds I was enjoying were well worth the risk, and I let the car have its orgasm in third gear. Now the car joined me in my glee, because the
relationship between my foot and the gas pedal came to a mutual understanding of how much is enough. I noticed it was getting too cold inside, so I
raised the windows lazily as if it was too much work to do so.
The Texan oil tycoons are to blame for my gas bill being over $60 per month, which is quite absurd for one my age. Or perhaps I am to blame because I
do so much driving, but then again I am not the one with control over the crude oil in which becomes the gasoline my engine literally burns by the
gallon. This is the stuff I was thinking about as I was watching the digital indicator rise from $6.00 to $17.00 faster than Mario Andretti in a
Ferrari. Well at least I could enjoy the beautiful, raw smell of pure gasoline. Truly an aromatic odor, one appreciated usually in possession of a
masculine personality. Ah, finally the loud click of relief is upon me. My car finally said when, whereas my wallet cried out oh, why? Climbing in
the car, I was now relieved to reset the trip odometer to 0, which I always did as soon as I filled up the car. Such silliness, some might think, can
actually be very useful as one can tell just about how much mileage is left in the gas tank before the engine decides to knock repeatedly and gasp for
fuel. Fortunately, I have not had the opportunity to experience such distress, yet.
I took chances. A lot of them are stupid ones, which later have no benefits whatsoever. I suppose in a way, its entrepreneurial since the ability to
take risks is an important factor to leading a successful business into a future. And here I will make my entrepreneurial decision to fire up this
Bidi, on terms that I exchange my lungs and overall health for a moment of clarity and a bit of a daze. Obviously, this was a decision, which lacked
any future, but it was one I made anyway. Then the phone rang.
This is David, I humbly proclaimed.
Hey! It was her. The one who began every thought of mine and ended every sentence of mine. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but the point
Vanessa! Whats up? I asked eagerly. I was in over my head with this girl.
Oh nothing much. I was calling you to see if you wanted to get together? A very stupid question, nonetheless.
Of course! It was hard to contain my excitement, but I managed to keep from overloading, I would love to do anything with you! Well, never mind
about the control.
Great! Pick me up at home at 7?
Yeah, that was perfect, that would be fine!
See you then! And she was gone; for now, at least.
The object I had in my mouth was now long gone as I unconsciously flung it out the window right after Vanessas call. Damn. Speaking of Vanessa, why
not think about her? She stands tall and proud, accented with a touch of modesty. Her light blue eyes suggest tenderness about her, but then the ways
they look suggest an aggressive personality. She had a delicate face, reinforced with pride and confidence. Her skin was soft to the touch, and her
touch as heavenly as a saints. Her hair is a golden tan, with a natural softness and beauty. She has the build of a Greek goddess, and the appearance
of a faerie. Why she liked me, I still cant really figure out. Its perfect that she asked that I go get her at 7, since that gives me time to go
spend time cleaning out the pig sty that became my car. Also, I can take the car to a carwash and refresh my cars appearance. Ah, this was getting
better and better! This is going to be great to see Vanessa again. Were going to have so much fun doing
wait a minute. Doing what? We cant just
go see a movie. Weve already done that so many times. I want to show this girl that David is not your ordinary dinner and a movie guy! God help me,
Im going to impress this girl tonight!
The sun was setting deep into the autumn sky, as time neared towards my destination. The car was a shimmering deep silver, like the day I got her.
Inside, it was as clean as a whistle, and even had a sweet scent to it. Vanessa probably hated the stupid act of sticking things in ones mouth and
inhaling its odor as it burns, so I hid the cigars in my secret compartment. Oh man, was I ready for tonight! Wait, wait, wait, and hold your horses.
No I wasnt. I took all this time prepping the car and prepping myself for this wonderful privilege, and I still have yet to figure out what to do! I
looked at the clock just above the climate controls and it wasnt much help. I had only 20 minutes until 7:00 and Mr. Creative has yet to figure out
what to do! Well, its time to stop complaining and time to start thinking.
It was a nice house, decorated with a pleasant garden. The yard was also accented with typically suburban lawn ornaments, such as gnomes, however the
tricycle ornament intrigued me. The path to the door had those cool lights that illuminated the walk on both sides. The house looked pleasant. It had
almost a perfectly calm aura about it. I was so proud when I pulled up to her house. Ok, now its time to leave the car and walk to the house that I
had now been preaching about for so long. I left the car, and looked back. I was petty in the fact that my car gave me confidence. I loved my car, and
I felt that it was an extension of myself (not my penis, as some would criticize about men). It was a sports luxury coupe, and I was proud to
demonstrate its better features (read: show it off). I even was thrilled to just imagine Vanessas reaction to my ultra cool car. All right, thats
enough of this insignificant bragging. After all, it is just an automobile. It was time to move on, and knock on the door.
I walked, looking down at the neat lights below me. They illuminated everything from the well-managed grass around them, to the small imperfections
of the pavement in between. I looked up and noticed the tall door ahead of me. The brass handle seemed to be shining with its own honor to it, and the
small windows about the door were geometrically modern. Very cool, I thought to myself. I was about to raise my hand and ring the self-lit doorbell,
when the owner of the tricycle ornament identified himself.
Hey, are you David? It was Vanessas younger brother, Joey, grabbing his red tricycle.
Hey there! I extended my hand while lowering myself to his stature, Yes, I am. Nice to meet you.
Wow, youre tall! He remarked, Vanessa likes you. I always make fun of her cause she stays on the phone with you for so long and you guys sound
Well, I couldnt resist chuckling, I am guilty of that crime. I was happy to see that he appreciated my joke.
She should be out here any second. She was taking forever in the bathroom getting ready for you. Wow, I really liked this kid!
Thanks, buddy, for the info, Im patient. I was in no rush to hurry Vanessas preparations.
Hey, is that your car?
Yeah, that would be mine. Oh man, I loved the attention!
Wow, really? Thats the same as her last boyfriends, except his was black. A 4000-man shooting squad had instantly shot my optimism down.
I guess my hopes in showing off the car just took a Concorde to Paris.
Just kidding! He thought it was ultimately funny, and actually it was
if it were directed at someone else, Vanessas last boyfriend had a big
piece of junk van. It always smelled like funny grass.
Ah, funny grass, huh? Gee, I wondered about what funny grass was.
Yeah, she hated it. He seemed enamored to talk about Vanessas last guy, He also had this weird laugh like arrrrr hur hur hur hur. Kinda like a
donkey with a speech problem.
Huh. Guess you didnt like him, huh? I was enjoying this tęte-ŕ-tęte!
Nope, he was a real big loser.
Ahem! Suddenly, Joeys face changed from smile to big eyes and a big round O for a mouth. Of course, that must have to be related to the fact that
that interruption came from his big sister, Vanessa. I, too, felt a shudder down my back as I felt like I was an accessory to whatever crime Joey was
I gotta go! Almost at the speed of sound, Joey frantically peddled away in his tricycle and made his escape. I turned swiftly, but calmly, only to
be surprised at what I saw before me.
Hi! It was a different Vanessa. A new, and improved Vanessa! She did something unimaginably beautiful to her hair, that it seemed so much more
breathtaking than it normally was. She was wearing just enough makeup to accent her already-pretty facial features, and not too much to raise
questions about her self-worth. And her clothes were far from disappointing. She wore a dark blue velvet button-down blouse, which wasnt tight enough
to be too revealing, but was thin enough to display her perfect-seeming female figure. Her black mini-skirt was not as shiny (in a velvety way, of
course) as her top, but it proved to be a wise decision as it contrasted perfectly and was a nice touch to her overall appearance. Speaking of overall
appearance, she must have been listening when I told her my favorite color combination was dark blue with black, and she really pulled it off nicely.
Oh my, and when I thought I was done admiring the delight before me, I noticed there was icing on the cake. I was very much pleased that her shoes we
delightfully stylish and indeed true candy to my humble eyes. They were, of course, modernistic closed platforms that were glossy enough to be
noticed, but not shiny enough to be tacky mirrors. One word stuck in my head: Perfect.
Perfect. I echoed to myself
Arent you going to say hi back, David? She smiled.
Hi! I goofily said, You look astonishing. I had to say something!
Thank you. You look good too! Damn it. Thats all that I look. I only look good. I didnt look great or hot or
well, enough nitpicking.
Well, whenever youre ready, Im right with you. Jeez, what am I, some sort of bodyguard? That almost sounded demanding.
Sure, lets go.
Hey, wait, if its all right with you, I couldnt resist, may I meet your parents? So perhaps they know who there daughter is with?
Thatd be really nice of you! She clamored.
Ok, well, Id love to meet them!
Theyre not home right now, sorry. Well that came out of nowhere.
Oh! Well, then, Ill have to meet them some other time. I wondered whos Sport Utility Vehicle that was in the driveway then with the Garfield doll
hanging on the passenger-side _ Maybe she didnt want me to meet her parents?
Wow, is that your car? Ah now here is my moment of glory.
Yes, the enthusiasm gleamed through me like an overzealous salesman, This would be all mine. I just got it a month ago.
Youre so lucky. My parents wont let me drive until my grades get better.
Well, A moment of opportunity struck me like a bolt of lightning, it would be my pleasure if youd like to take the drivers seat.
Really? Wow, Id love to
but Im afraid Ill wreck it.
Oh dont worry, I could really lay it on thick now, but Ill put the grease on hold for now, we would do it in an empty parking lot so there
wouldnt be anyone in our way!
Is that so, David? So no one could see us do it? Dear God, what had I said? I should watch my word choice a little more from here on. I opened the
door for her, Thank you! Oh wow, this was definitely going to be a good night. I climbed in my seat, and shut the door. With almost a giddy
pleasure, I turned the key and the engine started. These seats are so comfy, I could just sleep in these!
Im happy you like them, She likes the car! She likes the car! Yea! Where would you like to go?
Oh I dont know. I was hoping you would decide for us. Suddenly, my pride fell in the toilet of humility and I found myself stuck in the mud.
Oh? I scrambled and thought of nothing less corny, Really, Vanessa, I think it would be better if youd decide. I would be happy with anything
youd decide upon.
Aw, thats so nice of you! Success! I was saved! Until... But really, David, Ill leave it up to you. I would be happy with anything youd like to
do as long as Im with you.
Thanks, holy Jesus, did she just say that? As long as shes with me! I was in a daze.
So, wake up call! Still havent figured out what to do, boy-genius, what do you want to do?
Would you like to have dinner at this really great restaurant I know downtown? Oh utter failure, David. It was utter failure, indeed.
Sure! Ok, maybe not utter failure
it is just
disappointing failure on my part. She sounded happy nonetheless.