He got to his brothers house and he was already sweaty. He’d forgotten about the walk, and it seems like he’d forgotten deodorant too.
“Fuck.” He said in his head. He thought of it in the way one of his friends used to say it. Very loudly so loudly that he’d always get in trouble for it during gym class or between class.
He smiled to himself. He was supposed to stay with his brother then there was a co-op party then a band was playing at a house. He’d tell the girl to join at each stop at least an hour before he thought, told her also to bring her friends. I mean maybe her friend would like his brother he thought, then that’d be great they could double date.
He passed by different shops closed now, vegan restaurants and coffee shops.
Westcity
would never had these he thought. The sting of his application and rejection letter came to him quickly and then left. He liked his life in the other place. He probably wouldn’t have met this girl if that was the case.
He was negotiating with himself. Trying to think of reasons why it wasn’t so bad.
Life was good he thought. “You bring the brewskis bub.” A familiar voice crooned from behind him.
