porch dreams
I lay out on the porch inhaling the smoke of a cigarette, seriously addicted. The smoke was robbing me of my life, but I puffed on and puffed on.A party went on a few houses away. I could hear them folding over one another with their conversation.
I got up.
I walked across the street to the porch where they were all talking to one another, and stood under it, waiting for them to notice me. A guy with long hair turned around.
"Hi?" he asked.
"Hi. I'm Jack. Can I come to your party?"
"Uh sure, dude."
I walked up the few short steps to the porch and joined them. I introduced myself to everyone there, and made small talk. After talking to all of the people on the porch, I went inside to where the stereo was blaring. I stood next to it.
I was alone with the stereo that was shouting all over the neighborhood. I turned it down a little bit.
No one noticed.
I turned it down a little bit more.
The guy whose house it was poked his head in the room and looked at me. I waved to him.
"Who are you?"
"Charles. I live across the street. I asked the people on the porch if I could come to your party."
"Oh. Well cool, man. Nice to have you. I'll be right back"
He left. I turned the stereo down some more.
The guy came back.
"Hi again. Are you fuckign with the stereo?"
"No."
"Yes you are."
"Sorry, I really like this song."
"Then why are you turning it down?"
"Oh yeah. Well it's keeping me up at my house."
"I think you'd better go."
"Okay."
I went home and laid down on the porch again.
I woke up on the porch and the stereo blared loudly. I'm glad I didn't go over there.
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