There was never a time when things worked out well for us. Besides the shared shit pile our lives were not remotely similar. He was New York and I was Minnesota. He was modelesque and I was commonplace. He was ambitious and I was shifting into apathetic.
There was a constant turbulence that kept our dimensions parallel. Kipp’s life was starting the descent into the Dark Ages where my degenerate life had already plunged.
Kipp was at work, sitting at his little desk pretending to type. If he typed with conviction he thought it would thwart people from advancing in his direction. But you know people. Some can’t be thwarted. Some won’t role play at all.
I’m convincingly displaying that I do not want any part of you; now your job is to politely acquiesce and shuffle along.
His Spring Break plans for sun bathing in Florida had just been sacked. Parents caught on and the house they were going to stay at for the week was no longer available.
According to his friend.
Now for spring break Kipp would be living it up at the exciting ski-themed resort of his childhood bedroom. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had planned on going home in the first place. But he had planned on sweating it out in the sun and one night stands. And now it was all Over. Finito. nada,-off like a big toe, gone like a limp dick.
The devastation was unbridled.
“Oh well, sorry Kippers. I’m sure we can go out some other time.” Alyssa mouthed in such a dispassionate tone that he physically winced as she left. She also didn’t seem all that morose for having her plans cancelled, too.
We worked in the Center. A congregation place for eating, watching TV, checking email, getting coffee, bitching, moaning, wearing short skirts, advertising Greek status’ and being fundamentally wasteful. My employee’s worked the college Information Center desk which resides as a visual platform for everyone to see the Center’s happenings. Kipp got to watch the entire student body roll their Samsonite luggage out the doors and hail taxi’s to airports. SUV’s were packed with spring breakers road tripping to sunshine and Rum Runners. Laughing, yipping, and already tan prodigal’s faded from the room in slow motion. Not only did he get to witness the mass exodus but he also was able to participate in calling cab companies for pick up’s and kindly checking flight status’ for worried classmates jetting out.
Kipp laid sight on the computer screen and glowered as the doors closed on his AIM buddy list. Friends approached in surprise at seeing him still A) Sober and B) There.
He’d regale the story each time, deliberately adding resignation and trauma. The faces of the listeners would fall and they’d laugh like hyena’s at his amusing bad luck.
HAHA. Fucking funny.
“oooh Kipp, dude, man, you got it so bad sometimes. peace out.”
If Kipp didn’t laugh and turn the scenario into a comic strip the dick in his ass would turn into a spear and go straight for his heart. I knew this. He knew this.
We were the only ones who ever knew.
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