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Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Thursday, November 29, 2012

The Clean Teens

My Friends and I used to hold an annual carwash to benefit ourselves. It was a wonderful time to be a teenager. There were six of us Bill, Brad, Bryan, Todd and Tim. We called ourselves the "The Clean Teens." 
  People in our town would pull up with frowns and pull out with a clean car and a smile. Seeing them smile made me feel a genuine sense of happiness and accomplishment. We spent all day in the sun with the radio turned all the way up. To me it seems like "Just What I Needed" By The Cars was the only song that was ever playing. Whenever I hear that song it brings me back to those long, hot, summer days full of laughter and hosing down cars with the guys. 
We probably should have been trying to score with the girls but with a nickname like "The Clean Teens" none of them wanted to talk to us. It was cool though we had other stuff to do like go to the auto zone and pick up new soaps and scrub brushes for our annual car wash. Another funny thing is that it was always called the Annual Car Wash even though it lasted the whole length of the summer. 
Hahaha. 

We sure used to have us a good laugh about that. "First annual, second annual how many more would there be?

We made it all the way to the fourth annual when tragedy struck. Bill and Brad got dropped off by Bryan's Mom at the usual gas station. But Todd and Tim were getting a ride from Todd's Grandpa who has a hard time driving as it is but things got worse when he had a hard attack and swerved into oncoming traffic. They were hit head on Killing Todd and His Grandpa and sending Tim to the Hospital for the rest of his life. I suppose it was the saddest day of my life. It ended our annual car wash business for good and slowly we went our separate ways.
 Bill and Brad moved to Denver and cooked up a really great recipe for Green Chili that they ended up selling to a chain restaurant. Bryan moved to Ohio with a girl he fell in love with. I stayed here and opened my own gas station called "The Cleaning Station" and guess what? It has a car wash. 

Every couple of months I go to visit Tim at the Hospital. He's in a vegetative state but I still talk to him. I tell him about the other guys and how things are going for me. I hope he can hear me. It breaks my heart to see my friend this way. He was so strong and it was all taken away for no reason. 
Pulling out of the hospital parking lot I turn on the radio to take my mind off things. But it's no use.  I'm about halfway home driving the old Lot we used to hold our annual car wash at. When Suddenly "Just what I Needed" starts to play and it gets me. I turn onto my street as the song finishes and slowly, silently I begin to cry.
 When I get out of the car I stare up at the moon and stars.  Closing my sad eyes I can remember the last time we were all together at the carwash for the last time. I see all of us laughing after Tim and Todd poured a whole bucket of suds on Brad's sister Stacy. 
 A broad smile seems to banish all feelings of sorrow. As if there is nothing else but the memories of better times. I have to hold onto them. 
Because it is the best days that make the worst days tolerable. Before going inside I speak out loud to Todd hoping that he can hear me. I tell him how much I miss him and how I hope his grandpa is doing alright up there. I wait a little while hoping for a response.  
I'm about to call it a night and as I open the door I hear it. Very softly as if floating on the easy wind I hear it. Almost a faint whisper that most people would miss. It's Todds voice "Clean Teens...Forever."



Wednesday, November 28, 2012

My Friends are always Drunk

I have been quite busy and frantic this morning. Living life to the absolute fullest and richest. I enjoyed a refined breakfast of steak and eggs. The steak proved to be very nourishing and enriching to my tired frame. Upon leaving my place I stopped for coffee and a trip to the bank for a friendly conversation with a genuinely interested teller who really seemed to care about my deposit. There is much to do today. Some of my very best friends are calling me to meet them for drinks but its only 930 am...... Is that too early to get naughty?

Unsure of what to do I took a long stroll all the way to the lakefront where I came to rest upon a bench in the misty breeze of scenic lake Michigan. The lake is my favorite part of living in Chicago. I can remember when I first moved here I thought that living by the lake was like living by the ocean. Ha what a dumb ass. Actually I didn't really think that, I always knew the size of these large bodies of water. Speaking of bodies of water, isn't that what we are? We are flesh bags containing water and other goodies. I have a feeling that too much time has been spent on this subject for now.

Anyway. Listing to the sound of the lake I witnessed a bicycle rider punch an unsuspecting Asian man in the head as he rode by because the poor fellow was standing in the bike lane (Life in the bike Lane). Totally not cool bro. He should have just slapped his ass. Holy shit man. What the hell was that dudes problemo? I feel very aggravated by all the shit heads and dip shits here. My visit to the lake has been ruined. Back to the lab.

(Cue batman sound effects and spinning logo)




I spent a few hours writing in my trusty journal to calm my nerves and soothe my bitter frustrations. By comparison I am a new man, a better man, a more refined man than I had been earlier in the day. What a turn of events. As I look toward the evening I keep getting calls from my friends at the bar. I can't believe they are still drinking. Surely they are sustaining themselves by eating mini burgers and other appetizers. Should I meet them? Should I go out and try to be a good friend? Or should I stay home and sit alone in the dark plotting the demise of the corporate machine? I'm going out.