Monday, August 14, 2017

Painful Assumptions


                Vonnie had been going out with a Persian boy named Ben for seven months.  Upon entering college, their relationship became tough even though Vonnie commuted to school.  Ben dumped Vonnie but she was unable to handle it and after some talking it over they got back together.  In late December, it officially ended, devastating Vonnie.  Somewhere in the relationship Vonnie became terrified of Ben.  If she were hanging out with a couple of her female friends, she would still have to lie to Ben and say she was with family to avoid incident with him.  Even though they were broken up, Vonnie still wanted to be with him yet denied it to everyone.  Although she would never admit it, Vonnie couldn’t let go of Ben for one of the following reasons, if not, both.  Either she needed the security of having a boyfriend or since her relationship with Ben was the first time she went against her parents’ wishes, it gave her strength to be with him.  Either way, Vonnie was not as independent as she thought she was. 

On New Year’s Day 2003, Vonnie was planning to hang out with her two friends Morgan and Larry.  She had known Morgan for quite some time since they lived in the same town in New Jersey.  Larry was a friend from NYU that lived in Cleveland but had just returned. Larry took the subway and then a bus over the George Washington Bridge to get to Fort Lee, NJ.  Vonnie picked him up from the bus station and they drove to her apartment so she could fully get ready for the day.  Larry was kind of interested in the events of that day since he would see Fort Lee, meet Morgan’s ex-boyfriend Tom, whom Larry heard a lot about, and meet Ben.  Larry saw everything that was wrong with Ben just in the reaction by Vonnie.  When Larry first met Vonnie he had a crush on her, but at this time, Larry was already seeing a girl so Vonnie’s break up with Ben didn’t mean as much as it would have earlier.  While at Vonnie’s house, Vonnie received a phone call from Ben on what was going on that day.  Vonnie explained the situation and Ben got extremely upset that Larry was at her house without her parents being home.  Ben then demanded that he come over.  Since Vonnie had no say in the matter, Ben was coming.  After Vonnie got ready, they walked downstairs and she began smoking a cigarette, Larry didn’t smoke and since it was pouring rain and very windy, Larry did not want to wait outside so Vonnie gave him the keys to go into the car to warm it up. 

Not too long after Larry got in the car, Ben and his friends approached Vonnie to talk.  Ben continued his verbal assault on Vonnie for having Larry in her apartment with nobody else around. Vonnie had had enough of Ben’s words so she walked away.  Ben then screamed out, “Get back here”

Vonnie obeyed then Ben said, “See what happens if you walk away from me again”

“Why, what are you going to do?”

“Just see what happens”

“See this is my point, now I won’t walk away because I’m afraid of you.”

Ben backed off a little from this and finally let Vonnie go to her car.  When she got there she immediately started venting to Larry about what had just occurred.  At first Larry wished that he had stayed there but then he realized that Ben would just have asked for a minute alone with Vonnie and Larry would have granted it so he would have been a non-factor.  Vonnie and Larry met up with Morgan and the three of them played pool and hung out for a little until Ben called back to invite them to a café.  The three of them went to the café to meet up with Ben and his four friends.  When they got there, Ben waited outside and immediately asked for five minutes alone with Vonnie, which Morgan and Larry granted.  Inside, Larry and Morgan met five of Ben’s friends.  One named Harrington refused to shake Larry’s hand when he offered it as a sign of greeting.  Another named Arthur made a conscious effort to include them in the conversation so they wouldn’t feel too out of place.  A little while later, Ben came back with Vonnie.  Ben and his friends didn’t stay much longer and when they left, Ben made out with Vonnie to say good bye and European kissed Morgan and shook Larry’s hand in farewell.  Ben had managed to stay civil in Larry’s presence but Larry didn’t ignore the impact he had caused on his new friend Vonnie.

After they left, Vonnie was telling Larry and Morgan that she was missing Ben again.  Larry wondered how Vonnie could put up with so much shit from him.  His biggest question was how she can claim she loves him when she openly admits she is terrified of him.  After her second conversation with Ben, Vonnie put up a wall on any comments about Ben and repeatedly stated that it was nobody’s business except Ben and Vonnie’s.  What Vonnie failed to realize was that her relationship with Ben affected all her friends since Vonnie had to lie to hang out with them and they saw how much pain he was causing her.  The night ended and Vonnie took Larry over the bridge so he could catch the subway back to his dorm. 

A couple days afterward, Larry received a phone call from a New Jersey number he didn’t recognize.  He answered the phone and a voice said, “You better stop messing with my girl bitch?”

“Which girl?”

“Vonnie”

“Oh, this is Ben then, her and I are just friends man calm down”

“I don’t believe that shit for a second, come to Fort Lee and we’ll discuss this mono e mono”

“Are you saying you want to fight me?”

“Of course, you’re messing with my girl”

“If you wanna fight me that’s cool but I know how you Arabs like to be pussies and fight in packs, so why don’t you be man enough to fight me one on one?”

“You just get your ass to the shopping center where you played pool with Morgan and Vonnie.”

“Deal”

Larry took the subway and the bus back to Fort Lee and then another bus to the shopping center.  He figured that Ben would bring friends to contribute in his ass kicking, but Larry didn’t mind, he wanted to prove a point.  Ben came and said, “Alright, we can do this two ways, either you promise to stay away from Vonnie and do so, or we fight for her.”

“We won’t fight for anyone, she’s my friend, I got a girl that I’m seeing and it ain’t Vonnie, even if it was, you dumped her, she can do whatever she wants.  You’re just too much of a fucking idiot to realize that girls and guys can just be friends.”

“How many times have you fucked her since she’s been on the rebound”

“Dude, I don’t even think I’ve seen her legs let alone her naked, you know about that shit, I’ve gotten as far with her, as you have with Morgan”

“You saying I cheated on her with Morgan”

“No, I’m saying that aside from that greeting cheek to cheek kiss, I’ve done nothing with Vonnie that I wouldn’t have done with any of my other friends, guy or girl.”

“Stop fucking lying to get out of it, you obviously want to fight so let’s go”

Larry found it humorous that he was going to fight over something he didn’t do but he never liked turning down a fight.  Ben pushed Larry, Larry came back with a punch to his face.  Ben ran at him and tackled Larry to the ground.  Ben then punched down at Larry’s face until Larry moved his head and Ben struck the pavement bloodying his knuckles.  Larry then shoved Ben off him and rose to his feet.  Ben again came at him and drove his knee into Larry’s solar plexus.  He then placed Larry’s head in between his legs, lifted him up so that Larry’s leg were on his shoulders and then thrusted him off his shoulders so that Larry’s neck and back of the head nailed the sidewalk.  Ben repeatedly stomped away at Larry’s midsection until Larry rolled out of harms way.  Larry warily rose to his feet only to be hoisted into the air by Ben and driven back into the brick wall.  Ben punched at Larry’s face and watched it bounce off the wall.  Ben then hooked his arm underneath and jabbed Larry in the stomach so that he bent over.  He then grabbed Larry’s hair and pulled it back so the back of Larry’s head collided with the wall.  Ben threw another punch at Larry’s face but Larry dodged it and heard as Ben nailed nothing but brick.  Larry grabbed Ben by the shirt and turned him around so that Ben was now against the wall.  Now Larry punched at Ben’s face repeatedly.  Ben grabbed Larry’s shirt but Larry reacted quickly and gripped Ben’s arms and pulled him towards him while turning his head to the side and crashed the side of his head into Ben’s face.  He then threw Ben to the ground and walked off some of the pain he had endured.

Both participants had broken noses and the back of Larry’s head was cut open as well.  Ben made his way to his feet and saw that Larry was in some pain but so was he.  Larry turned around and saw that Ben had gotten up.  They walked toward each other and interlocked arms; this was a careless move by Larry for he knew that Ben was the stronger of the two.  Ben turned his body so that he was facing the wall and then threw Larry back into the wall and ran at him looking to drill his shoulder into Larry but Larry sidestepped him and the side of Ben’s head and shoulder smashed against the brick.  Larry kicked Ben’s legs to kneel him down.  He then took a couple steps back ran forward and kneed Ben in the side of the face.  Ben rose to all fours and Larry took two quick steps forward and jumped knees first on Ben’s back flattening him.  Larry got up and jumped to land knees first on Ben’s back again but Ben rolled out of pain rather than self-aware of his imminent danger.  Larry missed his target and his knees nailed the asphalt.  As Larry bent his upper half down, Ben kicked him in the face.  Ben rose to his feet first and Larry was still in a kneeled position.  Ben sprinted and dove forward connecting with Ben’s chest and crashing Larry’s upper body back to the ground.  Ben got up and taunted Larry to get up, Larry crawled around so that he faced Ben and was near him.  He then took one step up so he was down on one knee and fell forward wrapping his arms around Ben’s legs and then standing up so that Ben was over his shoulder and thrusted his upper body forward so that Ben’s upper half snapped back to the sidewalk.  Now the back of Ben’s head had blood on it.  Larry then stomped his foot into Ben’s solar plexus knocking the wind out of him.  Larry walked away; he was getting tired of the fight.  Ben was far from over; he made his way to his feet and then ran at Larry.  Larry turned so that he was perpendicular to Ben and bent to the side.  Ben tripped over Larry and Larry gripped Ben’s head in one hand and his other hand went between Ben’s legs and gripped the leg on top and rose.  Ben was now spread across Larry’s shoulders.  Larry saw a large window two feet ahead.  He took a step forward so that he was beside it, twisted his body away from the window and then snapped it back the other way, letting go of Ben causing him to twirl toward the glass.  Ben’s shoes hit first cracking the glass and then when the rest of his body hit he collapsed through the glass.  Larry fell afterward since he put every last bit of strength into the throw.  He knew he had knocked Ben unconscious so he rolled to his back and breathed heavily smiling in his victory.  It didn’t take long for Larry to get up and start walking through the parking lot. 

                Harrington saw Larry throw Ben through the window from his car and waited for Larry to get up.  Once Larry rose and stepped on the pavement he turned on the headlights and hit the gas heading straight for Larry.  He said, “This ought to scare the bitch”

                Larry turned and saw headlights and a car but he was in mood to run, he was still tired from the fight.  As Harrington approached, Arthur said from the back, “Hey he’s not moving”

                Harrington responded, “He’ll move”

                “Shit man, seriously stop now”

                As the car came Larry jumped so that the impact would be more separated.  The car hit Larry’s legs swinging the rest of his body to the windshield and then rolled off it.  Harrington showed no remorse but Arthur and the other kid were shocked.  They all got out of the car and rose above Larry.  Harrington said, “You want to mess with our boy, look at you now, on the ground”

                Larry threw his fist up and struck Harrington in the nose.  He tried getting up but the other kid stomped at his chest repeatedly.  They stood him up, Arthur stayed out but he wasn’t doing anything to stop his two friends.  The kid held Larry’s arms behind his back opening Larry up to Harrington.  Harrington came forward but Larry kicked him in the stomach and leaned back so he could swing both his knees up and snap Harrington’s face back.  The kid let go of Larry causing Larry to fall on the ground.  He rolled away and to his feet.  The kid ran at Larry and Larry ducked down and as the kid approached wrapped his arms around his legs and lifted up simultaneously catapulting him over his head and onto the ground.  He then ran and tackled Harrington and repeatedly punched him in the face.  The other kid quickly got up and ran and brought his knee into the side of Larry’s head knocking him off Harrington and to the ground.  Harrington got up with blood on his face.  Both of them stood on either side and stomped at Larry’s midsection repeatedly.  Larry curled up into a ball and withstood the kicks from all sides.  Finally Arthur yelled at them to stop.  Harrington and the kid both calmed and walked away, Harrington said, “Now get up prick”

                Larry stirred and using every bit of adrenaline he had left rose and hunched over but still managed to make eye contact with Harrington.  Arthur said, “Chill Harrington let’s check on Ben, Larry’s gotten his ass kicked enough.”

                The three boys walked away from Larry and to check on Ben while Larry collapsed back to the ground since he didn’t have the strength to remain standing.  When they got there, Ben was still unconscious with cuts on his body from the glass.  They made sure to help him up without grabbing at any glass thus pushing it further into his body.  Ben had most of them on one side and his back.  Since his body went through at the same time and was parallel to the ground, he got minimal glass in him.  The three people helped Ben to the car and sat him in the car making sure he didn’t lean forward since there was glass in his back.  Ben regained a little consciousness and said, “Get Larry too, that son of a bitch put up a great fight.”

                Arthur and the other boy went out of the car to help Larry, as Harrington made sure that Ben didn’t lean back.  When Larry got into the car, Ben turned to him and said weakly, “Now I know that you can fight and will defend Vonnie, if you want her, you can have her.”

                Larry responded just as fatigued, “I told you already, we’re just friends”

                “Don’t’ bullshit with me, it’s okay now”

                “Unlike Vonnie, I’m not afraid of you, I’m telling you, we’re friends nothing more.”

                “You have no reason to lie, you fought me and beat me fair in square.”

                “That’s why I’m telling the truth, I have never hooked up with Vonnie nor do I want to now”

                “Can I ask why?”

                “Well, to be honest, I lost respect for her when she didn’t end it with you but openly admitted she was afraid of you.”

                “You have both said that, is it really that true?”

                “If she was hanging out with girls, she was still afraid to tell you to see how you’d react”

                “I’ll take that as a yes, so that’s why you’re friends?”
                “That and I already like a girl”

                “Who, do I know her?”

                “You’ve met her, her name is Katie, she’s redheaded”

                “I remember her, she’s cute, good luck with that man”

                “Thanks, so now do you know I’m not trying to hook up with Vonnie?”

                “Yea, you have no reason to lie, you already beat me”

                “Alright then”

                Harrington dropped Ben off at the hospital; luckily the cuts weren’t in serious places and missed every major artery.  Ben gave instructions for Larry to be taken to Vonnie’s house since he didn’t need professional treatment.  Harrington did so grudgingly; when they called Vonnie to tell her she was horrified but met them downstairs.  Arthur told her the entire story, including what they did after Larry had won the fight.  Vonnie nursed Larry’s wounds and let him sleep at her apartment.  The next day she told him, “I didn’t want you to fight him”

                “That’s because you didn’t think I could beat him and you still think you love him”

                “Larry, I know I do”

                “Alright Vonnie, I’m not going to argue, thanks for giving me a place to stay”

                “Don’t mention it, I’ll tell you one thing though, after hearing what happened, you’re a tough son of a bitch.”

                Larry smiled, “Thanks, that’s how I usually win fights, I look small so they take me lightly, but I can take a lot of punishment and I just keep coming”

                “You were hit by a car and then you started punching people”

                “I know”

                “Why didn’t you use your knives?”

                Larry carried around pocketknives that were clipped to his pants whenever he left his dorm.  Vonnie had noticed them when she was tending to him.  Larry responded, “They didn’t have weapons, so I shouldn’t use them”

                “There were three of them attacking you at once”

                “Actually only two, Arthur just watched.”

                “2-1 after a brutal fight is still a disadvantage”

                “But neither had a weapon”

                “You’re crazy”

                “I know, but I only use them to counteract another weapon”

                “Alright then”

                Vonnie smiled, they talked as friends and then Vonnie drove him over the bridge so he could catch the subway.  Ben was released from the hospital the same day.  He immediately called Vonnie and discussed with her what happened and how there would be no future problems.  Vonnie asked, “Why did you do it?  Why couldn’t you just trust me that nothing was going on?”

“I don’t know I’m sorry”

“And if you had all this respect for Larry after the fight, why did you let Harrington hit him with the car?”

This was the first time Ben had heard about the events following the fight.  He responded “What?”

Vonnie explained what had happened while Ben was unconscious and he swore that he didn’t tell them to do that.  Vonnie believed him and Ben left.  He then talked to Harrington about it, and Harrington was emotionless for his actions.  Harrington maintained that Larry was stupid for not moving.  Larry and Ben had no future problems since they gained a respect for each other after the fight.  Vonnie never did go back out with Ben, and eventually her fear diminished and they stayed strictly friends and he no longer became overprotective with other guys hitting on her. 

Friday, August 4, 2017

Chase in Greenwich Village


It was February of 2003 when a girl standing at 5’7” extremely skinny with straight blond hair stretching to the middle of her back was going to a party located in Greenwich Village.  Her name was Tiffany, and this party was something she had been preparing for all weekend.  That morning she had a cross-country meet, so she was eagerly awaiting some relaxation.  She had completed some of her homework, so her parents allowed her to go, what her parents did not know was that this party was going to have alcohol at it.  Since Tiffany was 16, she was unable to neither purchase nor consume alcohol, which made these high school parties enjoyable for kids her age.  She told her mom that she was going to spend the night at her friend’s house in Manhattan so she wouldn’t have to take public transportation late at night.  Her parents agreed to this.  The party was being held at a kid’s apartment on the corner of 4th street and Avenue of the Americas.  Tiffany called her friend Kera, whom she often attended parties with, in order to try to find a companion to go to the party with her.  Kera was unable to go because she had prior engagements.  Tiffany proceeded to dial other friend’s numbers in search of a friend, unfortunately, nobody could attend, but this wouldn’t stop Tiffany from going. 

                Tiffany walked to the subway by her house in Brooklyn at 9:00pm.  The party started at nine, but she had planned to be late, and the subway would take 40 minutes to get to Greenwich Village.  When she got there, the party was well on its way with numerous amounts of high school students in attendance.  Tiffany immediately grabbed a beer and drank while socializing with people she knew there.  In addition to intoxicants, the party had many smokers of both cigarettes and marijuana.  Tiffany only smoked marijuana making her calm but still able to rationalize her actions.  Suddenly a boy with slicked back light brown hair and a leather jacket approached her and said, “Hey baby, what’s up?”

                “Nothing you?”

                “Nothing, you here alone?”

                “Yea, you?”

                “Yea”

                “What grade are you in?”

                “Sophomore, you?”

                “Junior”

                Tiffany could tell that this boy was hitting on her, but she was unsure if she wanted to do activities sexual in nature with him.  She had never seen him before at school, but he was of a good age.  She decided to proceed with the conversation to see where it would lead.  After more small talk like which schools they go to, the guy asked, “Do you wanna go to a place more quiet, I can barely hear you.”

                Since Tiffany was both high and drunk, the obvious fact that this boy wanted to be alone with her for reasons other than conversation didn’t fully occur to her.  She asked him, “Where do you want to go?”

                “Let’s go outside for a walk.”

                “Alright”

                Tiffany and the boy walked outside and talked some more.  They walked while keeping a normal conversation.  The boy led her down a side street to get off the main road of Avenue of the Americas.  The boy then put her arm around Tiffany and rested it on her opposite shoulder.  Tiffany leaned in closer both for warmth and to play along with his advancements.  The boy led her to a building and nudged her so her back was against it.  He turned his head and leaned in, Tiffany closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth and French kissed him.  They made out and then the boy massaged her groin area.  Tiffany got nervous, but still conceded.  The boy grew bolder and unzipped her pants and placed his hand inside.  Tiffany pulled her mouth back and said, “No, wait, this is going too fast, I just met you.”

                The boy’s other hand was pressed against the wall aside Tiffany’s head, Tiffany hadn’t noticed that until now.  The boy then said, “What’s a matter baby, just relax and go with the flow.”

                “Please just slow down a bit.  You’re not going to finger me on the day you meet me, I’m not a slut.”

                The boy moved closer, his hand had exited her pants when she began talking, now it rested on the other side of her head.  He laughed at her comment and then gripped the back of her neck with his right hand and said, “You’re not going to cut me off bitch, in case you don’t realize, we’re alone here, I can overpower you, so I will do whatever I want to you bitch, I’m not asking to fuck, I’m just fingering you, I’m doing you a favor.”

                “A favor? Fuck you, I’m not an idiot, you’re going to want something in return.”

                “So what’s wrong with a handjob?”

                “Nothing, when you know the person a little better, but you’re an asshole, I’m going back to the party,” she said as she zipped up her pants.             

                Tiffany pushed his right arm off her neck and ducked under the other arm and stepped toward Avenue of the Americas.  The boy grabbed her left arm and pulled her back, Tiffany half expected this so she brought her right arm around and slapped him across the face and ran. 

                The boy chased after her with great fury in his eyes.  Tiffany realized that she was five blocks from the party, but didn’t want to go back since she didn’t know if anybody would help her.  She looked at the signs and realized she was on 9th street.  She remembered Kera’s cousin Larry was going to NYU and lived on the corner of East 9th and 3rd Ave.  That was five long blocks away but her only hope.  She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and held down the number that would automatically call Kera.  Since she could no longer move her arms in motion with her running, it slowed allowing the boy to gain on her.  Kera answered her phone.  Tiffany said, “Kera! Call Larry, there’s a guy chasing me, I’m on 9th street heading toward his dorm.”

                Tiffany hung up the phone and dropped it in her pocket, she didn’t know if Kera comprehended what she said, but she realized that in her chase, she needed both arms.  Kera did comprehend her, and immediately called Larry, who luckily was in his dorm.  Larry answered it and said, “Hello”

                “Larry, get out of your dorm now, Tiffany is in trouble she’s being chased down ninth.  Hurry!”

                They both hung up the phone and Larry quickly put his shoes on and ran down the hall and the six flights of stairs to the lobby, out the door and down East 9th Street.  At Fourth Ave. Larry saw Tiffany running.  Although Tiffany recognized Larry, she didn’t want to stop running.  The boy was seven feet behind her.  Larry ran directly at Tiffany with no inclination of stopping, as they approached each other, Larry grabbed her by the waist with both hands, and swung around causing Tiffany’s legs to flail out so she was parallel to the ground.  Tiffany’s heels smacked across the kid’s face sending him spinning to the ground dazed.  He landed on his back after turning 360 degrees.  Larry still had Tiffany by the waist but now Tiffany was only elevated, her feet were perpendicular to the ground again.  Larry then threw his arm up causing Tiffany to rise so that her legs were even with Larry’s chest.  Tiffany landed feet first directly on the boy’s solar plexus.  She tripped forward after she hit, but Larry caught her.  When she stepped back on solid ground the boy turned away from her on his side and coughed profusely.  Larry was worried that his actions may have caused internal bleeding but he didn’t want to check to see if the boy was coughing up blood.  The fight was over. 

                Tiffany turned around and saw that the boy was not getting up and then gave Larry a hug.  Larry returned the hug.  They then walked back to Larry’s dorm, with Tiffany panting.  He signed her in and took the elevator to Larry’s floor and went to his room, taking off their shoes as they entered.  Tiffany immediately lied on the bed as Larry sat in a chair.  Larry said, “We should call Kera, let her know you’re okay.”

                Tiffany, “Yea, you call, I’m exhausted.”

                Larry took out his phone and called Kera.  Kera answered it frantically, “What happened?  Is she okay?”

                “Yes, Kera, Tiffany’s fine, you should have seen her, she jumped up and swung both of her legs around and nailed him across the face.  She then elevated higher and landed on his stomach.  That kid was down for the count.”

                Tiffany sat up as Larry described the events to make it appear that Tiffany didn’t use Larry’s help at all.  She held out her hand indicating she wanted to talk to her.  Larry smiled but didn’t give up the phone.  So Tiffany said it.  Kera heard her and knew Larry left a part out so she said, “Let me talk to her, so I can be sure she’s okay.”

                Larry smiled wider now for he knew there was no way around letting Tiffany explain the actual events as they happened.  Larry handed the phone to Tiffany and the first thing Kera said was, “So what did Larry leave out?”

                Tiffany laughed, “You know him too well, well I was running and he picked me up and swung me so I kicked the guy and then threw me in the air so I landed on him.”

                Larry said, “Be sure to include that I never said you landed before elevating in the air again.”

                Tiffany ignored the comment.  Then Kera said, “So, now you have my cousin alone in his room, are you thinking about getting me back for Kevin?”

                Kevin was Tiffany’s brother.  He was a senior in high school, and the previous year, one night when Kera slept over; they did things sexual in nature.  Tiffany was mildly upset about this but got over it quickly.  She understood that Kera was asking her if Tiffany was going to do similar activities with Larry.  Tiffany laughed and said, “I don’t wanna think of it as getting back at you, that sounds bad.”

                Larry turned his head and smiled, he knew their conversation just by the basis of, “Getting back at you.”  Kera said, “Alright, well you have my permission, if that means anything.”

                “It does, and I appreciate it, I’ll talk to you later.”

                “Peace”

                Larry grabbed the phone and said, “Kera?” hoping she hadn’t hung up the phone.

                Kera hadn’t yet, and she said, “Have fun tonight Larry.”

                “What do you mean?”

                “You know and if you don’t you’ll see”

                He then said in Greek, “So you’re okay with this?”

                Larry was still unsure if he wanted to do this.  He thought Tiffany was attractive but he didn’t want to do things sexual in nature with someone three years younger than he. More importantly, he didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize his friendship with Kera.  Kera said in English, “Yea I’m fine with it.”

                They both hung up the phone and Tiffany stood up and said, “You don’t’ have to speak Greek, I know the content of your subject.”

                “Like you, I tried to cover up the subject.”

                Tiffany smiled; she was going to wait for Larry to make the first move.  Larry had one obstacle down, now he needed the other one.  He said, “You’re birthday’s in January right?”

                “Yea”

                It was settled, Tiffany was 16, and Larry wouldn’t turn 19 until March leaving a two-year age difference.  Larry then stroked her hair, and rested his hand on the back of her neck and French kissed her.  They made out as Tiffany sat back down on the bed.  Larry pulled off Tiffany’s shirt and Tiffany returned the gesture by taking off Larry’s shirt.  Tiffany ran her hands up Larry’s chest and kissed him on the mouth again.  They lied on their sides holding each other in their arms.  Larry pulled back a little so their bodies weren’t pressed against each other and kissed her neck and preceded down to her collarbone while his right hand caressed her breasts.  Larry lowered his left hand and unzipped Tiffany’s pants.  Tiffany sat up motioning Larry to follow and French kissed him.  She then undid his belt and unzipped followed by unbuttoned his pants.  Larry unbuttoned Tiffany’s jeans and started making out with her again.  Tiffany lowered her upper body back to the pillow, kissing Larry the entire way.  Larry then brought his body down and pulled off Tiffany’s pants.   Larry then took off his own pants and lied on top of her.  They made out until Tiffany rolled to the side.  Larry followed her momentum and now Tiffany was on top.  Tiffany rose so that her upper body was perpendicular to his body with her legs straddled around his waist.  She then motioned her pelvis back and forth.  Larry sat up and maneuvered his mouth around her breasts as they engulfed his face and then retreated only to repeat the cycle again.  Larry brought his hands up and caressed her breasts with his hands.  Larry didn’t want to break the underwear rule with Tiffany, since she was fairly young and his cousin’s best friend.  Tiffany was like most girls and would not make the first move to the next step.  Tiffany gently pushed Larry’s upper body motioning him to lie down.  She quickly shoved her pelvis forward and backward rubbing it against Larry’s groin.  Tiffany enjoyed the hard feeling of her groin rubbing against Larry’s penis.  After doing this a while, Tiffany lied on top of Larry and rolled to the side.  Larry pushed his pelvis forward into Tiffany’s groin, as Tiffany reversed the direction with her pelvis muscles.  They went back and forth vigorously, Tiffany wrapped her legs higher toward Larry’s waist.  Larry gripped her left leg, which was wrapped at his right thigh and moved his hand up and down her smooth leg and to her butt.  Tiffany was wearing a thong, so when Larry moved his hand to her butt, it was skin on skin contact.  The wall acted as a stoppage point for how far Tiffany’s body could retreat back.  Larry tilted his head in and kissed her neck simultaneously with the other action.  Tiffany moaned sporadically in pleasure.  Then Tiffany squeezed Larry’s body against hers indicating that she wanted Larry to stop.  She leaned toward his ear and licked it gently and said, “I’m sorry, I’m just really tired now, can I spend the night here.”

                Larry was unsure if this was her blowing him off or sincere.  He tried to remember back to the select few times he’d been in this situation and how it ended.  He knew it didn’t end with his having an orgasm every time, but he couldn’t remember the other times.  Larry hid his confusion and said, “Of course you can, but does your mom expect you to be home?”

                “No, I told her I was sleeping over a friend’s house in Manhattan

                “Well, I doubt that you planned on sleeping here, so where did you plan on sleeping and are they expecting you?”

                “I was just going to sleep at the party in some secluded place and leave early tomorrow morning.”

                “So you were at a party? By the way, what happened tonight anyway?”

                Tiffany explained to him the events of the night with the pre-party, party, and chase.  They then decided to go to sleep.  Larry got up and took out his contacts and took care of his dental needs and returned to bed, where Tiffany was asleep on her side with her back to Larry.  Larry lied down behind her and placed one hand over her and rested it on her stomach.  He then fell asleep. 

The next day, Larry awoke before Tiffany and took a shower and prepared himself for the upcoming day.  He didn’t want to wake Tiffany up, but he was unsure if she had to be home at a specific time; it was currently 9AM.  Larry had gotten four hours of sleep.  Tiffany awoke a little while later.  She took a shower and got dressed.  Larry hugged her good bye and signed her out of the dorm.  Larry then European kissed her (two people are cheek to cheek and they kiss the air) goodbye.  Kera wasn’t too interested on hearing too many details, but she got a brief synopsis from Tiffany.  Tiffany and Larry both realized that it was a one-time thing and didn’t try to pursue a relationship.  When they saw each other sporadically in the future there was no awkwardness.  They did, however, become friends and talked occasionally when they saw each other online. 

Friday, July 28, 2017

The 2n worst day of my life


 

                How unique the day I just had today, the day I deem the second worst day of my life.  There were bad days in the past but I have decided this to be the second worst. Obviously the day in which I buried my grandfather and found out my best friend died was the worst day.  Today though, I met my parents for breakfast.  I just talked to Kera, who thinks she figured out why my day was bad because she thinks I spent it with my parents.  That is no where near that case.  My dad left after breakfast, and he’s the one I don’t’ get along with.  Going shopping with my mom is something I expected, sure it sucks, but I was used to it.  No, the thing that made today so bad is that I asked to go shopping.  I gave up; I threw in the towel to fashion.  Today is the day I decided to conform, something I have been fighting for the vast majority of my life.  Nobody can understand my pain, not even Kera.  Everyone thinks I should be happy that now I’m going to look nice, and I’ll have more confidence because I look nice, but that won’t be the case.  I hate myself for what I did.  I just couldn’t take being an 18-year-old virgin, I got desperate, that’s why I did it.  Desperation, now I’m sitting here with the an arch nemesis of mine named Kenneth Cole and Polo Ralph Lauren.  I plan on telling Kera this at her play on next Friday.  That way, she’ll see my conformity, then I’ll have to explain that I’m not just dressed up for this specific occasion but I’m dressed up because this is how I dress now.  I can’t help but to think I lost the argument to Hristina, Kwsta, and Johnnie, but I didn’t do this for them.  I did this for me, it was a desperate attempt, I realized today why I love being away from my family.  My parents picked up right where they left off, talking about fat flush and trying to get me to eat healthy.  That’s fine, like I said my dad left early.  With me, we were relatively quick given the amount of clothes I got, my mom shopped longer than me but didn’t buy anything.  Shopping is something I always hated, but this time I gave in to the bullshit.  I gave in to society, I lost the war and I reached the lowest point I have ever hit.  I know this nice clothes thing will fail in getting girls.  IT isn’t the clothes, it’s me, I know this but I just got desperate, and figured it can’t hurt.  The only rational I’ve been able to come up with was “If I truly don’t care what I wear, than I won’t mind wearing nice clothing.”  It is a rational argument.  One that should make me feel better, but it doesn’t because I can’t get out of my head the fact that I conformed today October 12, 2002.  That disgusts me, that disgusts me worse than if I smoked a cigarette.  Some say I’m overreacting, but that person does not understand me.  They don’t understand my morale, and they don’t’ understand my depression.  If they can’t understand how can they help me.  They can’t, they won’t.  That’s why I’m all alone, to lament in my own misery because it is a concept that nobody can fathom. Why would anyone be miserable because he wears nice clothing and if he is, why doesn’t he just stop.  I can’t stop because my mom spent $1100 on this shit today, and I feel bad.  I can’t stop because I’ve hit an all time low that I will not recover from.  This is like a cigarette to me, I’m addicted, I want to stop but I can’t.  Except it’s a sense of feeling bad toward my mother.  Another argument I can say to myself, is that I needed winter clothing, all my clothes were T-shirts and I only had a couple sweatshirts that were all NYU and sweaters that make me look like I’m in a country club anyway.  That argument doesn’t even make rational sense to me though.  If that’s all I wanted, I would have bought more sweatshirts that I’m accustomed to wearing, or just the leather jacket.  One of the few things I bought today that isn’t evidence of my conformity.  The jeans are also not evident of my conformity, because I never had a problem with jeans or leather jackets.  I actually preferred leather jackets because they’re warmer thus it’s practical.  But the two button down Kenneth Cole shirts is conformity.  The four Polo shirts I bought is conformity.  Thus only six items today was a result of my conformity.  Only six?  That’s a lot of items to me.  The sad thing is I will wear them, so even if these clothing lead to good, and get me laid before Thanksgiving (when I’m going to let Joe hook me up with a random girl to fuck) this day is still a bad day because I did it by not being me.  Not being me?  That isn’t rational either, though I change the outside, the inside core has not budged in inch.  My personality is the same, it won’t change because it can’t change.  So why do I feel it is?  I don’t know, one of my conspiracies I guess.  Based on these reasons, today is the second worst day of my life. 

Friday, July 21, 2017

Society


                What is wrong with people today?  I am writing this six days after I came up with these thoughts.  Why am I writing it now then?  I don’t know I just felt motivated.  On September 11, 2002, Kellie came up to visit me in New York.  She wanted to go to the various September 11 remembrances going on that day.  She asked for a place to stay, which I told her I could provide.  She, however, didn’t spend the night here, but just dropped her stuff off before and after checking into the hotel with her brother.  We took the subway to ground zero and that’s where I saw how pathetic society is.  People were disobeying cops, trying to sneak their way closer to the ground zero site.  Cops were forced to put up steel barricades in an attempt to control the flow of people.  Eventually they did push through.  Kellie took pictures of anything and everything with an American flag and bearing words similar to “We will always remember and honor those who perished in September 11, 2001”

                In addition to the sea of humanity shoving it’s way to get a better picture of ground zero, there were other individuals climbing and standing on the ledge of a church so they could get a picture of ground zero without the chain link fence in the way.  All this climbing and pushing just for a damn picture got me thinking.  Do these people realize that this was a bad day?  Thousands of people died, two landmarks and close to a dozen other buildings were destroyed because of this day and they just care about a picture.

                If there is so much respect for the NYPD and NYFD then why did they disobey the order of the NYPD to move back?  As I looked around at the various people in their ongoing quest for a photo, I noticed that it didn’t appear that any of these people were New Yorkers.  That’s strange, isn’t it?  New Yorkers were the most affected by this, they had to smell the smoke for a couple days and some witnessed the towers collapse.  Why are they not going down to ground zero when people are coming from different states to see it?  The answer lays in my explanation on why they would it’s because they saw what happened.  They know it was a bad day and not some publicity stunt or an excuse to get a picture.   

                After Kellie was worn out by pictures (she got close and some ones that she was extremely happy with) we were sitting at lunch and she said to me, “God, I wish I was a family member of one of the victim’s so I could go inside ground zero.”

                This time I expressed my disgust in a shocked smile expression and said, “That is so wrong”

                She goes, “yea, that’s bad, maybe just a friend of the family.”

                “That is still bad”

                “Yea” she said with a sigh.

                Honestly I think she wanted to be inside by these means she was just reacting to my lack of approval of it.  I told her straight up, “I’m glad that I don’t know anybody that died in September 11.”

                I remember the terror I had, because I was unsure how close LaGuardia (Vicki’s school) was to the towers.  I found out it is quite a distance away but I spent the entire day trying to get a hold of her, and I didn’t talk to her until 9:00PM over 12 hours after the first plane hit because cell phones weren’t working because all the smoke blocked any signal. 

America needs to start looking at things not optimistically but realistically, September 11, was a bad day, probably the worst day in history and there are talks about making it a holiday.  What the fuck are we celebrating? Death? Devastation to our economy temporarily? Destruction of two extremely well known land marks?  Tell me what we have to celebrate.  I only focus on the towers.  Hell, if this is a holiday, we also celebrate the destruction of our center of defense, the pentagon.  Is December 7 a holiday? No, why? It was a bad day, a state was bombed, many people died, we were lured into World War II.  It wasn’t a good day, so we don’t turn it into an excuse to go to the mall for a holiday sale.  Some may argue that we should celebrate the unifying of America.  Post-September 11, People put up flags on their cars and houses, flags on flagpoles were lowered to half post as a sign of respect.  People became nicer, so is that a reason to celebrate?  I still say no, if you asked people before 9/11 what they thought of America they would have told you it was the best country in the world.  Hell, on September 10th, we wrote in a journal in English class why we believed America was the greatest country in the world.  One kid disagreed with that assessment because he was from Poland.  A person had patriotism before then, just because they don’t have a flag on their car or house, doesn’t mean they’re not proud to be an American.  Now people show it.  Well, in actuality, people have begun to take the flags off their cars and houses.  Whether they fell off or whatever, you see less and less of them.  Flags are back to full post.  Thus, it was only a temporary sign, but once again, most Americans still love America.  Thus, we don’t need a holiday celebrating the day when we became patriotic because it isn’t September 11. Americans have loved America since this country was called America.  Things haven’t changed, we already celebrate our patriotism, it’s called the Fourth of July or Independence Day. 

People need to stop making jokes of tragedies as their defense mechanism.  Remember those who perished in any way you can, don’t turn it into a tourist attraction.  Some may say that, people take pictures of ruins all the time.  The Parthenon, Roman forum, Coliseum, etc.  Why is that different?  Those are ancient landmarks.  The fact that some of those things are still in existence is remarkable, that’s history.  In a couple decades when kids inquire what happened because they were too young or not born yet then they can be told and shown ground zero.  When the time is appropriate, it won’t be as big as a circus as it is now.  Maybe I’m overreacting, but I mourn September 11. 

Friday, July 14, 2017

Smoker's Revenge


                It is August 31, 2002, in New York.  The sun shines warming the city to 77 degrees.  Kera Olympus took the subway from her home in Brooklyn to Manhattan to visit her cousin Larry Rozos.  She had run out of cigarettes and wanted Larry to buy them for her since he was 18, and legally able to.  When she neared Larry’s dormitory she called him.  Larry picked up the phone and said hello.  She mentioned she was in the area and coming down.  Larry hung up the phone and took the elevator to the lobby to meet Kera.  Upon seeing him Kera said, “Hey, can you get me some stoges?”

“No”

“What do you mean no?”

“Kera, I want you to quit so I’m not going to help you get them anymore, I don’t mind if you smoke around me, but I’m not buying them for you anymore.”

Kera continued to argue with Larry to no avail.   Finally she dropped it and just hung out with Larry suppressing her anger.  Upon her return she picked up a phone and dialed her friend Johnathan’s number.  Johnathan is a gang leader and very skilled in fighting.  He picked up the phone and answered, “hello”

“Yo Johnathan it’s Kera, I need you to do me a favor?”

“What’s that?”

“To beat up this kid”

“Who is he and why?”

“His name is Larry and he’s a college student at NYU.”

Johnathan remembered hearing this name before as Kera’s cousin so he asked, “Isn’t this your cuz?”

“Yea”

“What did he do?”

“He won’t get me stoges.”

“You want me to whip his ass for that?”

“Yea”

“Kera, calm down, you’re taking this way too personally.”

After more negotiation, Kera convinced Johnathan to do her this favor.  He went down to NYU with Kera, once again Kera called him and asked to hang out some more, but this time she specified a place to meet her and how to get there since Larry didn’t know the city too well.  Larry found the place without getting lost and saw Kera with a Puerto Rican guy.  The place was an alley, and Larry had an idea that something wasn’t right.  When Kera’s eyes pierced Larry, she dropped her head.  Guilt overwhelmed her body, but she would not mutter for Johnathan to not carry through.  Johnathan initiated the conversation and said, “What the fuck is up with you, you won’t buy this chick stoges?”

“She’s my cousin, I’m worried about her.”

“Why don’t you let her deal with that?”

“Because I know that if she loses her singing voice she will be a helluva lot more depressed than she is now.”

“How are you the fucking expert?”

“I know her, and I’m her older cousin, I’m supposed to look out for her.”

“What if I fuck you up for it?”

“Interesting question considering I was lured to an alley by my sweet innocent cousin to meet someone who I know loves to fight and is the leader of a gang.”

Johnathan walked toward Larry until his eyes approached two inches from Larry’s.  He asked, “You have two options, one, you walk away and buy this chick stoges, or two, we dance, you be knowin my rep.”

“You don’t scare me, I watched my best friend and my grandfather die of cancer, my grandfather had it because he smoked, I’m not going to help her put me in that same situation or have her go through it, and since she is so fucking addicted to that shit, that she has to call her top dog to get revenge for her, I guess I have no choice but to dance.”

Johnathan’s mind raced to find more ways to avoid the fight.  He didn’t want to fight Larry, but Larry showed no fear and was willing to defend his views.  Kera’s head dropped even lower for even she realized how pathetic calling someone to physically injure her cousin just because he wouldn’t get her some cigarettes was, but her guilt slammed her lips tight.  Larry stared into Johnathan’s eyes as anger filled his, anger that Kera lured him to the alley to fight Johnathan, angry that Johnathan was going through with it, angry at the cigarettes for hurting his cousin in that way.  He knew Johnathan was hesitant and he looked to use that as an advantage early on.  Johnathan shoved Larry to try to further intimidate him; Larry twisted his body and punched Johnathan squarely in the nose.  Johnathan took a few steps back in surprise holding his nose as water accumulated in his eyes.  Larry ran forward, jumped up and drove his knee into Johnathan’s solar plexus causing him to bend down.  He wrapped his right arm around Johnathan’s head and pushed it into his left knee.  After Johnathan’s face collided twice with Larry’s knees, he wrapped his arms around Larry’s standing legs and lifted him up.  He fell back slamming the back of Larry’s neck and head on the pavement.  Johnathan had no desire to negotiate anymore, now he was mad at Larry for gaining the upper hand.  He charged at Larry, Larry bent over and as Johnathan approached he wrapped his arms around his legs while thrusting upwards, which catapulted Johnathan seven feet in the air and crashing down on his back.  Blood dripped from Johnathan’s nose and matriculated on the back of his head.  Johnathan rose to his feet and faced Larry, his eyes pierced Larry’s and the hesitation that once filled his eyes vanished.  He walked to Larry, Larry bent his knees anticipating Johnathan’s approach.  He threw his right arm directly for Johnathan’s nose, Johnathan darted his head to the side and Larry’s arm halted over his shoulder.  Johnathan brought his arm under and punched Larry in the stomach, Larry bent down grasping his midsection.  Johnathan grabbed him by the arm and threw him into a brick building.  When Larry collided, Johnathan punched him repeatedly in the kidneys.  Johnathan then tossed Larry on his back and straddled him.  His clenched fists darted toward Larry’s face bloodying it.  Larry moved his head to the side and Johnathan hit the ground with his punch and rolled off Larry holding his wrist.  The encounter with the asphalt cut Johnathan’s four knuckles.  He rose ignoring the pain; Larry stumbled to his feet only to be punched to the ground by Johnathan.  Larry pushed himself up on all fours, his face dripping blood; Johnathan stomped on Larry’s back flattening him.  He then stomped at Larry’s back repeatedly.  Larry rolled out of the way and got to his feet.  Johnathan neared Larry and, out of desperation, Larry threw a weak right hand toward Johnathan’s face.  Johnathan grabbed the arm and yanked Larry toward him driving his knee into Larry’s stomach.  Johnathan took two steps back and ran forward kicking Larry squarely in the face knocking him to the ground again.  Crimson blood covered all of Larry’s face, Johnathan grabbed him by the hair and lured him to his feet.  He punched him in the stomach causing him to bend over.  Johnathan then grabbed a piece of wood lying on the ground.  He brandished the wood as he approached Larry and crashed it against his back forcing him to the ground.  Johnathan then swung the wood around and slammed it onto Larry’s legs.  Once again he lifted Larry to his feet and threw his face into a brick wall.  Larry threw his elbow back in desperation nailing Johnathan in the solar plexus.  He grabbed Johnathan by the hair and drilled it into the wall.  He positioned his left leg behind Johnathan’s legs and shoved him back with his right hand tripping him to the floor.  Larry turned around and his eyes pierced Kera’s.  Kera stared back with terror, guilt, and distress.  Regret overwhelmed her body, but terror halted her from trying to stop Johnathan’s rage.  Johnathan got up and walked toward Larry, he swung his right arm at Larry’s face; Larry ducked under it as Johnathan’s momentum turned him around.  Larry shoved him into the wall and repeatedly struck his kidneys with his fists.  Johnathan threw his arm back to try to hit Larry.  Larry grabbed the arm bent him forward and kicked him in the face.  Once again he locked him in the headlock and slammed his face repeatedly into his knee.  Johnathan wrapped his arms around Larry’s legs and lifted trying to get Larry’s leg off the ground.  Larry’s right leg bent keeping it firmer on the ground while his left leg continued the onslaught on Johnathan’s face.  Johnathan shoved Larry off him and lifted his upper body up showing a crimson face as well.  Larry sprinted at him and drove his shoulder into this solar plexus and chopped at the back of his knees tackling him onto his back.  Larry rose to his knees and drilled his fists into Johnathan’s face.  He then stood up and stomped at Johnathan’s chest, thighs, stomach and solar plexus.  Johnathan rolled out of the way and lifted his body to his feet.  Larry and Johnathan walked toward each other both their eyes stubbornly locked on each other’s.  Johnathan swung his right arm nailing Larry in the side of the face, Larry’s body twisted right but did not fall, he then swung his body back left with his clenched fists colliding with Johnathan’s skull.  Larry’s knuckles tore open for he did not know how to punch so that he didn’t hurt his hand.  Johnathan stumbled but quickly recovered to throw another punch, it collided with Larry’s head but once again Larry came back with a punch of his own. He then brought his left hand and drilled Johnathan in the stomach.  He wrapped his arm over Johnathan’s head and pressed it against his waist.  He fell back slamming his head into the asphalt.  Larry got to his feet only to see Johnathan stirring to his as well.  He dashed forward and drove his knee into Johnathan’s side knocking him back over.  Johnathan rose on all fours.  Larry jumped up and landed on Johnathan flattening him again.  Larry rolled off but Johnathan rolled with him and drilled his elbow into Larry’s stomach.  He then shot his fist up and connected with his face.  He and Larry rose to their feet at the same time.  Johnathan grabbed Larry by the hair and slammed it against the brick wall with all his force.  Larry bounced off the wall and took three steps back but remained on his feet; he turned around and landed a punch on a charging Johnathan.  Johnathan landed on the wood he used to whip Larry with.  He grasped it in his hands and lunged it upward nailing Larry in the stomach.  He then got up and crashed it across Larry’s face.  Larry smacked the ground as he fell and Johnathan threw the wood to the side thinking Larry was unconscious.  Larry, however, pushed himself back up and faced Johnathan.  The slight hesitation due to surprise, handed over enough time for Larry to drill his shoulder into Johnathan’s stomach and drive him into the wall.  Larry lunged his fists directly at Johnathan’s face causing it to ricochet off the wall.  He pulled Johnathan toward him and turned him around.  He then repeatedly slammed his face into the brick wall.  Johnathan fell back into Larry’s arms.  Larry put Johnathan’s head under his right armpit and wrapped his arms around his waist.  Using all his adrenaline, Larry hoisted Johnathan to his shoulders parallel to the ground.  Once he was up there, Larry took two steps back to retrieve his balance.  He dashed forward forcing Johnathan’s face to collide into the brick wall and slide out from Larry’s grasp as Larry continued his momentum to the wall.  Johnathan lied on his stomach unconscious.  Larry collapsed from exhaustion once Johnathan fell.  He sat leaned against the wall, and then he pushed Johnathan to his back so he could see his face.  Johnathan’s eyes had glazed over indicating Larry had won the fight.  Larry panted against the wall. 

Kera approached Larry with trepidation; Larry stared back with hurt and love in his eyes.  He couldn’t hate Kera even after what she put him through.  She mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.”

Larry was too exhausted to speak.  Kera realized that the adrenaline was fading and Larry did not have the strength to stand up.  She lowered her hand down to him.  Larry took it and did his best to help Kera help him up.  Once he rose his body fell forward hugging Kera.  Kera didn’t fall but she wondered how she was going to help him back.  She helped Larry to a bench to sit down and recover his breath.  After a little while, Johnathan stirred and tried getting to his feet.  Kera went over and helped him up; Larry rose to his feet to face Johnathan.  He knew the fight was over; Johnathan approached Larry and hugged him.  Both men used each other to remain erect.  Johnathan said, “Good fight.”

“Yea, you too”

“I know how much she means to you now.”

“Yea, you were at a disadvantage, I was mad at you for taking her away from me, and mad at her for calling you up.  You were just doing a favor.”

“I’m glad you understand that, you ever need back up you give me a call.”
                “I doubt you ever will need back up because you’re in a gang, but same goes to you.”

Johnathan and Larry both helped each other to the bench.  Their strength was returning but they still didn’t want to walk just yet.  Johnathan called his friend Vlad to help him home.  When he got off the phone he told Kera she and Larry could leave him there.  Kera once again helped Larry to his feet and put his arm around her neck to help him home.  They went to a restaurant and got some napkins.  The cuts had stopped bleeding now it was time to wipe the blood off.  When Kera got all the excess blood off, they walked to Larry’s dorm.  Larry could now walk on his own; he signed Kera in and went up to his room with her.  They went into Larry’s room and Kera sat him down on the bed and said, “Larry I’m so sorry for what happened today.”

“Kera, thank you for helping me home.”

“You have to be pissed off; I just called the best fighter I know to kick your ass.”

“I won didn’t I?”

“I can’t believe you aren’t mad, after what you just went through.”

“Kera, who do you think hurt me the most today?”

Kera was taken back by this question because she knew the answer, “Me”

“That’s right but now we’re friends again, and you won’t ask me for cigarettes, right?”

“Yea, but I still feel bad.”

“Well don’t, your friendship is what’s important to me.”

“Larry, in order for you to be able to beat Johnathan, you must genuinely care about me.”

“Unfortunately this is what it took for you to figure it out.”

Kera stopped talking and helped Larry into the bathroom to put rubbing alcohol on Larry’s cuts.  Then Larry went down, signed Kera out and returned to his room to sleep.  Vlad came about 20 minutes after the phone call and helped Johnathan home.  Larry and Kera remained close and no hard feeling came between Johnathan and Larry, they weren’t friends, but they did have a mutual respect for each other.