Forever.
Huh...?
It's snowing outside?
Snow...
Peaceful, truly. It's like rain without the clutter and noise.
You walk out of the convenient store with a bag full of Hot Pockets and six packs of PowerAIDS.
The world...no one really remembers what you did.
You don't care, there are plenty of other awesome things you've done.
But...
You feel kinda...hollow? Why? Selfishness?
Bah, you're just a kid with a bad heart who manages to find his way outta trouble.
You don't deserve jack shit.
But you remember a certain someone's face.
Huh...?
What was that all about...why can't you get her outta your mind?
Come on man, you don't deserve her. No matter how much you try, you'll always be just that friendly normal guy who does extraordinary things.
"Hmmm..?", something catches your eye.
There's an old man sitting on the curve.
No cars going by, the place looks about as desolate as it did before. Gives you a certain feeling of emptiness.
Heck it, you approach him.
"Hey Old Timer, getting drunk on the curve?"
He looks at you slowly, and then sighs.
"Talking to an old guy like me durin' this?"
"Some place I should be?"
"Kid...it's written all over your face..."
He gives an even more exasperated sigh.
"Son, you see those wedding props lying in the middle of the road?"
There's a few paper cans rolling around and such.
"Yeah, missed something good?"
"You know what makes a wedding so special?"
"Good cake?"
"Love."
"You're getting kinda mushy on me, old guy."
"Yeah, but I like mushy things sometimes. Sucker for them, really."
"I hear you."
"Anyway, the married couple could be insulting each other this very minute, hitting each other, cheating on one another...but during a wedding..."
He takes a sip.
"It just melts away, two souls come together and share a piece of them within themselves. You like weddings, kid?"
"I don't believe in marriage."
"You never do, until you meet the right woman."
"Nowadays? Women are all the same...conniving, overempowered, whores. Chivalry is dead."
"Exactly son, that's what makes that special someone, so special. Uniqueness."
"I suppose so."
"Wanna hear a sad story, son?"
"I don't have anywhere to be..."
You sit down, and take out a beer.
"Wait a minute or two...", he looks over towards the empty alleyway.
An old dog comes out. A mangy looking mongrel.
"Cute pup"
"This dog...there was a boy that came through here on his way to school, a few years back. Lonely boy, never fit in with any of the other kids. He always had this permanent frown on his face."
"One day, he was pushed into a garbage can down that alley by a bunch of older kids, they thought it was funny cause they didn't know no better. He cried and cried, until a little pup came out of a box that it hid in, and started licking the boy's face."
"Hate to think where that dog's tongue has been..."
"The boy looked at the dog with a perplexed face. The dog did the same. That caused the boy to chuckle a small bit and the puppy grew excited and hopped onto his lap and gave him a big ol' smoocher. The boy had finally found a friend. The puppy was abandoned and thrown away like a scrap of trash. And when he met this boy, that puppy finally felt like he had a master. Someone he could love."
"I see..."
"Each day the puppy would walk with the boy to the stop sign and wait for him to come back from school. The day began and ended with those meetings. Eventually, the boy grew up a bit, and thanks to the dog's love he became more outgoing. He found some friends, and stuck up for himself and such. The boy was finally happy, and it was all thanks to that puppy."
"..."
"One day, the boy was walking home from the school bus, and there was this terribly stupid moron who decided to drink and drive. He was a suicidal maniac, and he didn't care who he took with him. The boy kneeled down and gave the puppy a collar. And told him from that day forward he would be his dog and his best friend. Forever."
"What about the driver..."
"The boy was struck right next to the stop sign, dying on impact. The moron himself was injured. The puppy walked over towards its master and sat there. It didn't budge from its master's side. He whimpered and lifted the boy's hand with his nose. But the child lay motionless. They say dogs can't cry. But that didn't stop this one. Even if it wasn't on the outside."
"That's horrible..."
"The dog grew up, and each day it would return to this spot and wait for its master. The boy would never come, but the dog will never stop returning to this stop sign."
"My heart feels heavy." Indeed, it does feel heavy.
"Shit like this happens everyday."
"Do you understand what I'm talking about, boy?"
"I get the gist of it, old man."
"You're a lot like that puppy."
"Waiting for my master that'll never come?"
"No, the difference between you and him is that your master, is still alive."
"Sheesh, you sure are preachy."
"It's the beer talking, makes fools of us all."
"Time as well."
"Yes, time. So many things I wish I could do again, so much left I will never get to accomplish. But that's life."
"Bah, age is just a number."
"Perhaps so, but you don't see 73-year-old men playing Ice Hockey on the moon do you?"
"I don't think you see anybody playing Ice Hockey on the moon..!"
"I would've been the first."
"Damn, you're depressing, old man."
"You're listening to me, isn't that even more depressing?"
"You have a point, what to do now..?"
"You got someone you like, boy?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know...? Quit being such a ****ing p****y."
"You're right...if I see something I want, I should take it."
"AHAH! Now you're talking. Good luck kid, I got a date with a fluffy-looking box with newspapers for blankets."
"Say, what's your name?"
"Never had one. Old Man works just fine. Now go get yourself a wench."
You stand up, pump up, and vanish into the snowy night.
"That idiot left without saying goodbye..."
The old man sits down and stares at the spot where that boy lays still in his mind to this very day.
"Sorry, kid."
The old man sheds a tear as he regrets the day he decided to drive.
The dog howls into the night.
Forever loyal.
Forever loving.
Huh...?
It's snowing outside?
Snow...
Peaceful, truly. It's like rain without the clutter and noise.
You walk out of the convenient store with a bag full of Hot Pockets and six packs of PowerAIDS.
The world...no one really remembers what you did.
You don't care, there are plenty of other awesome things you've done.
But...
You feel kinda...hollow? Why? Selfishness?
Bah, you're just a kid with a bad heart who manages to find his way outta trouble.
You don't deserve jack shit.
But you remember a certain someone's face.
Huh...?
What was that all about...why can't you get her outta your mind?
Come on man, you don't deserve her. No matter how much you try, you'll always be just that friendly normal guy who does extraordinary things.
"Hmmm..?", something catches your eye.
There's an old man sitting on the curve.
No cars going by, the place looks about as desolate as it did before. Gives you a certain feeling of emptiness.
Heck it, you approach him.
"Hey Old Timer, getting drunk on the curve?"
He looks at you slowly, and then sighs.
"Talking to an old guy like me durin' this?"
"Some place I should be?"
"Kid...it's written all over your face..."
He gives an even more exasperated sigh.
"Son, you see those wedding props lying in the middle of the road?"
There's a few paper cans rolling around and such.
"Yeah, missed something good?"
"You know what makes a wedding so special?"
"Good cake?"
"Love."
"You're getting kinda mushy on me, old guy."
"Yeah, but I like mushy things sometimes. Sucker for them, really."
"I hear you."
"Anyway, the married couple could be insulting each other this very minute, hitting each other, cheating on one another...but during a wedding..."
He takes a sip.
"It just melts away, two souls come together and share a piece of them within themselves. You like weddings, kid?"
"I don't believe in marriage."
"You never do, until you meet the right woman."
"Nowadays? Women are all the same...conniving, overempowered, whores. Chivalry is dead."
"Exactly son, that's what makes that special someone, so special. Uniqueness."
"I suppose so."
"Wanna hear a sad story, son?"
"I don't have anywhere to be..."
You sit down, and take out a beer.
"Wait a minute or two...", he looks over towards the empty alleyway.
An old dog comes out. A mangy looking mongrel.
"Cute pup"
"This dog...there was a boy that came through here on his way to school, a few years back. Lonely boy, never fit in with any of the other kids. He always had this permanent frown on his face."
"One day, he was pushed into a garbage can down that alley by a bunch of older kids, they thought it was funny cause they didn't know no better. He cried and cried, until a little pup came out of a box that it hid in, and started licking the boy's face."
"Hate to think where that dog's tongue has been..."
"The boy looked at the dog with a perplexed face. The dog did the same. That caused the boy to chuckle a small bit and the puppy grew excited and hopped onto his lap and gave him a big ol' smoocher. The boy had finally found a friend. The puppy was abandoned and thrown away like a scrap of trash. And when he met this boy, that puppy finally felt like he had a master. Someone he could love."
"I see..."
"Each day the puppy would walk with the boy to the stop sign and wait for him to come back from school. The day began and ended with those meetings. Eventually, the boy grew up a bit, and thanks to the dog's love he became more outgoing. He found some friends, and stuck up for himself and such. The boy was finally happy, and it was all thanks to that puppy."
"..."
"One day, the boy was walking home from the school bus, and there was this terribly stupid moron who decided to drink and drive. He was a suicidal maniac, and he didn't care who he took with him. The boy kneeled down and gave the puppy a collar. And told him from that day forward he would be his dog and his best friend. Forever."
"What about the driver..."
"The boy was struck right next to the stop sign, dying on impact. The moron himself was injured. The puppy walked over towards its master and sat there. It didn't budge from its master's side. He whimpered and lifted the boy's hand with his nose. But the child lay motionless. They say dogs can't cry. But that didn't stop this one. Even if it wasn't on the outside."
"That's horrible..."
"The dog grew up, and each day it would return to this spot and wait for its master. The boy would never come, but the dog will never stop returning to this stop sign."
"My heart feels heavy." Indeed, it does feel heavy.
"Shit like this happens everyday."
"Do you understand what I'm talking about, boy?"
"I get the gist of it, old man."
"You're a lot like that puppy."
"Waiting for my master that'll never come?"
"No, the difference between you and him is that your master, is still alive."
"Sheesh, you sure are preachy."
"It's the beer talking, makes fools of us all."
"Time as well."
"Yes, time. So many things I wish I could do again, so much left I will never get to accomplish. But that's life."
"Bah, age is just a number."
"Perhaps so, but you don't see 73-year-old men playing Ice Hockey on the moon do you?"
"I don't think you see anybody playing Ice Hockey on the moon..!"
"I would've been the first."
"Damn, you're depressing, old man."
"You're listening to me, isn't that even more depressing?"
"You have a point, what to do now..?"
"You got someone you like, boy?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know...? Quit being such a ****ing p****y."
"You're right...if I see something I want, I should take it."
"AHAH! Now you're talking. Good luck kid, I got a date with a fluffy-looking box with newspapers for blankets."
"Say, what's your name?"
"Never had one. Old Man works just fine. Now go get yourself a wench."
You stand up, pump up, and vanish into the snowy night.
"That idiot left without saying goodbye..."
The old man sits down and stares at the spot where that boy lays still in his mind to this very day.
"Sorry, kid."
The old man sheds a tear as he regrets the day he decided to drive.
The dog howls into the night.
Forever loyal.
Forever loving.
