Timothy.
“Fuck!” – That’s all that came out of John Merrryland’s mouth. He had nearly hit a deer. Merryland hit the brakes as fast as he could. The car started to swerve violently on the pavement, threatening to go off the road.
“Cars do that sometimes...” – I said silently (it has to be noted that earlier that evening, I drank some beers, maybe too many beers, probably didn’t even notice the whole incident) while staring at the cold and dead landscape. The car stopped suddenly.
Jaime, that’s my name. Yeah, I’m your simple type of dude. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business from the
I was in the back seat, Phil Mann was riding shotgun. It had been decided some weeks ago that we would go on a road trip. This of course wouldn’t be your ordinary road trip. It had come to our attention earlier that year that our life as we knew it would come to an end when our reserves of oil ran out. Of course, such an event as that seemed really far away and didn’t even preoccupy us at all. As far as we knew it, we were burning gas… and we had money for it. The whole idea was to go as farther away from home as possible. Maybe even go down to
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23. That’s my age. It’s the same age as my two other companions. Actually, Merrryland’s 25, he had always been the old one in the lot. You see, there was something with John that just wasn’t right. He never grew up. The dude loved life. He also had an understanding about stuff many other people even didn’t know about. He thought he knew something big was going to happen to him.
Of course, Merryland would say yes to the idea of a road trip. He needed to see the world! Breathe the air! And of course, do stuff that wouldn’t be allowed by the common social standards. He was an artist, full with energy; it seemed as if he would sometimes transfer his hyperactive behavior to his other friends.
John went to a community college. Don’t ask me which one. I can’t remember the exact name. Maybe Mann knows, you guys should ask him.
Well, as for Phil… what can I say about him? He’s just Phil Mann. He was the intellectual of the three of us. I’m not saying he was an Albert Einstein or anything. No, Mann was a Wikipedia freak. He would sit around in his room on his free time with his computer, reading Wikipedia and drinking black coffee. Phil tagged along for the ride when he decided he wanted to travel for a while. He did have some money he saved up from his job; at Best Buy (Phil enjoyed a good job in the returns & repair place). He was good hearted, people actually liked him because of that, I guess he was kind or something. I just thought he was cool. Before I forget as well, Phil also hated his job. He didn’t like the whole idea of seeing broken TV’s or unwanted games or DVD’s. It seems boring as hell to me at least.
After a few days on the road, we stopped having our opinionated conversations and those long (and of course, boring) debates about existentialism and our point in life. This road trip was, of course, our journey into the unknown. It was known that such a journey could take more than a week. We stopped talking to each other for hours. Occasionally, Merryland would yell out two or three words. He didn’t like the whole idea of a car being quiet. We stopped to eat at a small restaurant in the middle of nowhere in
I put out like five grand for cash. Phil did the same. Merryland saved up his money for a while. He came up with one grand. We had eleven thousand bucks for gas, food, motels, alcohol and cigarettes. It wasn’t a good idea to have drugs on the car. The cops in other countries could be a hassle. Merryland would buy them on the way (grass or maybe even some cough syrup). Whatever he could get his hands on. We didn’t want a part of that though. He did that stuff by himself. Neither Phil nor I did drugs. We watched that movie, Easy Rider earlier that year, and one of the dudes in that movie, said that marijuana leaded to “harder stuff”. We believed him for real.
“Good times” – Phil said while he lit a ‘cig. Two days of driving had passed already. The border to
“Pretty nice meal you’ve got there” –I said looking back at him (I’d been driving for the past couple of miles. It felt as if it was more than that. My ass cheeks were feeling a little bit sore already.)
“Of course, it’s a pretty good breakfast man” – Said John.
Phil, who was driving shotgun, stayed quiet. He was using a calculator, trying to see how much money we could spend on booze and food. Mann was wearing an old t-shirt. One of those Hanes ones… they’re pretty comfortable by the way. It was hot outside (we decided that it might be a good idea to shut down the a/c and save some gas that way) and a t-shirt like that one is a damn good thing to be wearing.
The police at the border didn’t ask many questions. They stopped earlier two or three trucks hiding some Mexicans. The dudes were lined up, they were being questioned about the individuals that had arranged the whole smuggling process. They sent the dogs but they didn’t smell anything. We stopped earlier at a gas station to take a piss and buy some cigarettes. John sprayed on some Lysol he found at the gas shop.
Once we got into
My dad rented out a cabin in this hotel at the beach where his friends had stayed two summers earlier. Mom packed a lot of swimsuits and had decided that it would be a good idea to bring our dog, Spam. He was a small beagle that we had. We had a good time in the sand, Spam even got bit on the nose by a crab. Even though I was the only son, we had good times, the three of us. Of course, Spam was really important to us all; he was like my younger brother, only hairier.
Phil turned the radio on. At first it was a little bit difficult to understand. The dude on the radio was talking really fast in Spanish, nice. He changed the radio station and some music came on, some reggaeton, dumb and boring as hell (I mentioned earlier that I had a big relationship with this chick called Mariana right? She was from
-“Welcome to the soft and cool sounds of Jazz 105.5, I’m your man Babe Laurie. We’re gonna go next with John Coltrane, Blue Train, Enjoy”.
“Yeah dude, that dude Babe is kind of cool” –Merryland said from the backseat as the soft sounds of Coltrane started to come through the speakers.
We stopped to eat at midday at a restaurant we found on the side of the road. The place was called “El Mariachi Sin Botas” (The mariachi without boots) or something like that. This restaurant was beat down; it was kind of like a shack, with no floor, just the ground. There were three tables and not enough chairs to sit everyone.
Now “El Mariachi” wasn’t exactly packed. There were like two or three truck drivers that needed to stop and get something to eat. Phil engaged in conversation with one of them. Turns out he spoke a little bit of English. That was good news as you might be guessing.
Merryland was having a hard time eating his tortillas. The hot red peppers that were wrapped in the tortillas were making him sweat. A little bit too spicy for him. The waitress, who, of course, didn’t speak English, had a difficult time trying to take our orders. Luckily, the truck driver helped us; he seemed like a cool guy, laid back and shit.
-“Andale, pues tráeles tortillas, con chile. Para que prueben lo que es México” - The driver said to the waitress. (Bring them some tortillas with hot peppers. They need to try what
Back on the road, three hours later, Phil, who was riding shotgun, puked. Maybe it was the water he drank at that place. We ordered some Sprites (I though that was kind of weird, how on Earth could that place afford to sell soft drinks?). Phil’s puke was a dark green mixed with a shocking yellow. Maize mixed with Jalapeño and Habanero. Amazing.
“Yum” – Merryland said without taking his eyes of the road.
“Bummer, we should’ve doggy bagged it” – Phil replied as he drank some of the bottled water we had bought at the gas station. He wiped his mouth with his handkerchief and looked back at me.
“What’s up man?” – I said.
“I need a ‘cig man. You got any?” -Mann said darting his eyes across the back seat.
“Yeah, I got a pack of
“Shit man… I don’t smoke those.” – Phil sighed.
The hours passed. I dozed off. Merryland had the music on. It could’ve been either The Beatles or Herman’s Hermit’s. My window was open and all the wind was blowing in my face. I couldn’t hear a damn thing. My head started working on this really weird dream though. I was naked. In class. This was a little bit weird for me as I couldn’t see the teacher’s face or even the person that was seated next to me. The bell rang.
I woke up to find Phil on the wheel. When did they change? Sleeping can do that to you… you know how it is sometimes; it’s as if you’re lying in a bed and they slowly start putting cotton sheets on top of you. They keep doing that for hours, until you’re under lots of layers of sheets. That’s how sleeping feels like sometimes. Anyways, Merryland was sitting next to me. He had a ‘cig in his mouth and some really weird sunglasses on (this turned out to be kind of weird because it was already nighttime). John was rolling another joint.
“Where the fuck did you get that? Phil, for how long have I been asleep?” – I said.
“Turns out that truck driver at that restaurant needed to get rid of some weed, as he was going to cross the border later on.” – Phil replied, still looking at the road.
I dozed off again and woke up again at like 2 am. We stopped to take a piss and put some more gas on. Phil bought his pack of Camels and we sat outside the gas station for a while. We where still where in the middle of nowhere. Pathetic.
It was a really good idea to stretch your legs. After all those hours in that car, it did feel kind of weird when you got out of it. We did this while we stared at the road. Three or four trucks passed by, leaving the whole place filled with dust. We coughed up a little bit of the dust and sat down on the side of the car. A rabbit started to cross the road. It was taking his time, smelling the dirt and staring at the sky. Apparently, the poor thing got entranced watching the stars, It didn’t notice a huge truck that was going to crush him any second now. That rabbit didn’t even scream; it must’ve died pretty fast. Three tires crushed his little body, breaking every bone and squishing every organ.
“Shit man…” – Merryland said.
Phil checked out the road real quick. When he noticed he was out of danger he ran up to inspect the dead specimen up close.
“Dude, he looks like mashed potatoes” – He said.
“You grab me some boy.” – Merryland replied.
Phil kicked the carcass and laughed for a little bit. He picked it up after he was done. Mann took the animal to the back of the car as John opened the trunk. He put it inside.
“Dude, what the fuck?” – I said, starting to freak out.
“Hey man, that rabbit died In front of us man. That’s good luck. We’ll take him with us.” – John said back to me.
“Yeah dude, that dude is going to
I sighed. These friends of mine, they’re crazy. They understand each other. It’s as if they could talk to each other without saying a word.
We got back in the car. Phil got in the back, Merryland shotgun.
I turned back and said,
-“Hey man, I don’t want my stuff at the back getting all bloody and shit”
Phil started to move his head sideways. “Nah dude, it’s cool, I put Timothy in a plastic bag.” Phil said. He started to stretch; apparently he was tired and was going to take a nap.
“Who the fuck’s Timothy?” – I asked, starting to laugh.
“The rabbit, man! The rabbit…” – Merryland said.
John got out his CD case. He put on some Terry Riley, the Eddy De Fanti album as he lit that joint. As I drove on, the car got filled with the sounds of minimalism. An hour or two passed by. It was as if the landscape could blend with the music. The place was dark and infinite. I smiled. Everything was just that… simply beautiful.
John was staring outside the whole time. Trying to figure out what was out there. He focused his eyes on the farthest object he could see. Sadly, all he could see was darkness. Emptiness moved across his window. Rapidly, John stuck out half his body out of the car and yelled out,
“It’s the energy man, can’t you guys feel it!? Dude, Jaime, you do feel it right?”
Phil woke up to witness the whole act. He wasn’t pleased with the whole situation. I was trying to pull John into the car with my right hand while I steered the car with my left hand. The car nearly got out of the road.
“You guys should chill a little bit. Can’t you see I’m sleeping here?” - Phil said as he tried to go back to sleep (apparently he didn’t care much about the fact that we nearly died just a few seconds ago).
“I’m gonna punch you in the mouth if you don’t sit still for a while John” – I yelled back at him. That dude really got on my nerves sometimes. You see, I wasn’t a huge fan of driving. Driving bikes, now that’s something old Jaime could do. My bike was cool. One of those old bikes the art students drive. No gears and heavy. Old school… That was my type of bike.
“But Jaime, come on man” - Said John with an apparent note of faked sadness.
He started insisting. Merryland was one of those dudes who tried to check out how much he could abuse a person. He liked to see when they cracked. I must admit it though, he was good at it. John had been doing this all his life, ever since he cut a girl’s ponytail off with some scissors back in pre-school.
Driving could be a hassle sometimes, especially when Merryland started with his never-ending crap. Now as you might have read earlier, I did tell him that I would punch him in the mouth if he didn’t shut up. John started touching my hair.
“Dude, Jaime, I mean, I’m sorry.” – John said while laughing furtively. Merryland would be able to laugh without moving much of his mouth or even show much emotion. I had some ability in figuring out if he was laughing or not. Merryland was my pal; you guys know that, it was just that sometimes he got on my nerves. He was a pretty cool guy most of the time. Tonight he was being a major douche bag.
After 5 minutes of messing with me and trying to act as if he was sorry, Phil had enough. He couldn’t even sleep now. This pissed him off as he hadn’t had any sleep in a while. I had my eyes focused on the road so I wouldn’t be able to know what exactly happened next. Phil moved rapidly and smacked him in the back of the head. Merrryland’s head hit the windshield. Actually, just his nose made contact with the glass.
At the same moment this was happening, Phil yelled out, “I’m trying to sleep here you bastard!” Merrryland’s nose smashed against the windshield. Some blood popped out. I think he got the idea of being quiet because he stood still for a while. The blood didn’t stop coming out though… it got all over his dirty white t-shirt.
“You broke my nose man.” – John said quietly. I dashed my eyes as fast as I could at it. Yeah, the whole thing looked kind of bad. “Hey man, that’s somewhat cool dude” – I said. Phil was quiet, really quiet. We were in the middle of nowhere and he knew it, he had just broken his best friend’s nose. Awesome.
I pulled the car over. The road was empty. Not even one car that night. Not even the trucks. It was just us three dudes, the ground, and the sky… and of course, Timothy, who was still in the trunk. That whole place was dry. Even the air, it was as if it burned our lungs. There was some vodka at the backseat. I took it out, had a sip. After taking my handkerchief out, I soaked it in the vodka. It was a good fifth of Stolichnaya by the way.
“Dude, put that on, it’ll stop the blood flow” – I handed John my handkerchief. Who cares, I was gonna get rid of that goddamn piece of cloth anyways. Alana gave it to me. It was all I had left of her. What a bitch. This chick, Alana, I met her at Burger King. She was OK I guess. Alana liked some good music and stuff. We were together about a week before I left town. She’s still in college… a junior. That girl would always be at my place. The bitch would steal my money. Dolce & Gabbana. She would spend my money on that shit. It’s totally cool if the girl would’ve asked me for some money, I would’ve gone shopping with her and stuff. It’s just that she was stealing from me. She would take money out from the stash I had, in my sock drawer. That happened constantly, for like two months. I found her one day with her hand deep in my white socks, that’s when I kicked her out.
“Shit! It burns!” – Yelled Merryland as he put the vodka up to his nose.
We got in the car. I kept on driving until hours later we came across a local clinic. John got some painkillers and had his nose bandaged. He came out of the place looking like crazy.
“They’ve got a dude over there. He got in a fight with another dude. They used their machetes! Dude he was all cut up!” - He said.
We drove out of the place slowly. John was driving. We didn’t talk a lot. It was like that for some days. The road was crowded sometimes, other times it wasn’t. Phil read at the backseat sometimes. Merryland tried to paint the landscape one day. I tried to read some commie pamphlets in Spanish that a dude gave me at a gas station (the whole thing was difficult to understand so I built a paper airplane out of it).
The cities were alright I guess. We were just cruising by. I mean, a city is a city. They’re always crowded. Cars are everywhere; people are trying to get places. Some places looked beat down; other places were even kind of scary to get into. We stayed on the main road as much as we could; sometimes we got into a random road, just to get the whole idea of the place. All this traveling was wearing us down, too much sightseeing; it was a little bit too much sometimes. It was beautiful, too beautiful, actually…
After being in
It turns out that the girls were called Juana, Isabel, and Anita. They spoke some English. Phil started talking about music with Juana, who was already done with the screwdriver. Anita promptly started questioning John about his broken nose (Merryland started to show off his battle wound) and making amazing remarks about it. Isabel started talking to me about her cat. Your boy Jaime here quickly noted that she had an interesting body. This turned out to be even more interesting than Gogo, her cat. Isabel had ironed her hair, put some nice lipstick on and had the most amazing brown eyes I had seen in a while. That could’ve been the alcohol at the moment but I wasn’t entirely sure.
We stayed at their place for the weekend. These girls were heavy drinkers. It was as if they couldn’t have enough or something. I puked several times and Juana too. Isabel didn’t seem to care I was throwing up because she puked like once or twice. I didn’t care. As long as she washed her mouth I would still lay a kiss on her. The boys had a rough time getting out of their place. John had his wound taken care of now. Phil liked Isabel’s cat and had established a good relationship with Juana’s bed. Isabel slept on the couch with me. Her bed was filled with stuff. Apparently she had been sleeping in the couch for 4 months now.
I had to get them out of there. Four weeks had passed already and we were still in the same country. Our cash supply wasn’t low or anything, it’s just that we needed to move on. I’m sure there would be more girls and booze at the road. There always is
We got to
“New country, man” – I said to the guys, who were at the front.
“Yeah dude, new country” – They said back with a huge smile on their face.
The whole place smelled different. Even the landscape looked new. The whole climate changed. That was a little bit weird. People even talked different over here, with a different accent. We went to some cool Mayan ruins. Phil took some interesting pictures over there.
“For posterity” – He said as the camera clicked away.
I was hanging out at a local souvenir store, staring at the handmade stone knifes, masks, and pots when this old, small, Indian woman came to my side. She was holding something in her hand. She held out her hand and gave me this weird handmade skull. I thought it was cool, smiled and said thanks. The woman, who was sporting a handmade dress turned back and went away. Later in the car I told the boys about the whole incident and showed them the skull. They thought it was cool too. A little bit weird though.
After the show, we said goodbye to the kid, who was shitfaced. He gave us his mailing address. Phil would send him a postcard from
The drive to the border was quiet. I had some music on, The Yardbirds.
We took early that morning, heading towards
Phil jumped out of his seat when he saw the
“Yeah, show me fierceness” – Merryland said to the volcano. “Beautiful, that’s it! Yes! That’s perfect!” – He rambled on.
It was getting dark after a while. The whole day was spent inside the rainforest. I was exhausted. We had been walking for hours in these trails that they built for the tourists. John insisted on getting off the trail, according to him, we weren’t tourists, we were explorers. He even stated that we as human beings had the right to get off the trail. His whole argument apparently made sense to me and Phil because we started following him.
As we were getting farther and farther away from safety we heard something. It could’ve been an animal or maybe a person. I don’t even think I wanted to find out. John yelled out and started running back. Phil did the same thing so I decided to act in the same way. That’s how our adventure and discovery and all that crap ended.
We decided to spend the night in Sonsonate. After all, the three of us were really tired, no one wanted to drive. I picked out a hotel from the phone book which said that they had hot water and even a hot, complimentary breakfast. I couldn’t complain about that. The boys didn’t say a word either.
The lady at the front desk directed us to the closest bar. She warned us about the locals and how they didn’t like them “gringos” messing up with the girls. This didn’t mean much to us as we were pretty sure that God was on our side. We put on our best shirts, combed back our hair and headed out towards bar “
“Hey man, you’re pretty cool” – I said to him.
“What?” – Phil said as he watched a girl that was staring back at him. “I’ll be back in a while” – He said back at me.
So your boy Jaime was left by himself at the bar. This was cool with me as I needed to think about stuff for a while (How do I get a job once I get there?). I downed the drink and ordered another one. A few minutes went by and that drink was done too. The whole feeling was amazing, getting drunk. You start feeling dazed and great. After a while, if you continue drinking, everything gets ruined. This is usually when I become pretty much useless.
“Hi…” – I heard this high pitched voice behind me. I slowly turned around with my eyes closed. Tonight wasn’t a girl’s night for me… no. Tonight I was getting drunk, I was going to pass out and puke in the pool. That was the plan. I slowly opened my eyes. My eyes focused on her compact and beautiful figure. “Wow…” –that was the only word that popped up in my head. There she was, the perfect girl. It was as if my whole brain turned into vanilla ice-cream. No words came out of my mouth when I opened it.
“I’m Lily” – She laughed quietly as she stared back at me with her emerald green eyes.
“Hi, I’m Jaime, people usually call me Jaime, but you can call me… hmmm… Jaime” – I said. She started laughing again. There was no doubt I was being a complete idiot. Here I was, standing aside this chick that could be posing for Maxim anytime and I wasn’t even inviting her on a drink. I motioned for her to sit down next to me.
As she sat down, Lily told me she had met John earlier outside while smoking a cig’. John told her about our road trip. -“He said we could tag along, me and my buddy, Denise.” -She said. Apparently, Merryland found Denise more attractive because she sent me Lily over.
She started drinking something I had never heard of before. It was sweet and mildly alcoholic. I stayed with beer though. The road trip until now had introduced me to a considerable amount of beer brands. I was becoming somewhat of a beer connoisseur.
Some hours went by. The conversation never stopped. The whole discussion just kept getting bigger and bigger. Ideas that branched out of the main topic developed into new conversations. I wasn’t even feeling drunk. The chick kept me so engaged in conversation that I didn’t even notice Phil getting into a fight. That is until Denise started screaming because Merryland started fighting too.
Apparently the chick that was staring at Phil wasn’t even a woman at all. This girl turned out to have a small friend between her thighs. Lucinda started ordering drinks and Phil started drinking for free. I was back at the bar, busy with myself. Lily wasn’t even there with me yet. Lucinda sweetened up Phil, she (or should I say he, perhaps?) convinced him to go outside and smoke a cigarette together. I guess Phil wasn’t expecting to meet up with a transsexual this evening because he ended up puking on Lucinda’s face when he grabbed something under that skirt.
It turns out that Mann puked on a local celebrity. Everyone at the bar knew who Lucinda was. They weren’t very happy about it either. All of this next part is kind of hazy. The alcohol had kicked in already. I was far away from being sober. There were two medium sized men yelling in Spanish at Phil. Phil, who didn’t understand anything, started laughing. This of course was too much for the two men. One of the men let out a punch and missed as Mann ducked out of the way. He was expecting this. Phil responded with a low kick, aimed directly at the testicles. This is when Merryland stepped up to the fight. He was dominating the other man, who was spitting out blood. Some drunken men didn’t like the idea about John getting in the fight. They had to have their fair share of punching too. This is when Denise yelled out.
I turned my head to see what was happening. A fat man had grabbed Phil by the neck. He was yelling out something in Spanish. That dude, Lucinda, was nowhere to be found, apparently he fled back home, covered in Phil’s creation. I watched silently as Mann gathered up all the spit he had in his mouth and motioned it towards the fat man’s face. This wasn’t greeted very kindly because he proceeded to hit him straight in the stomach. Phil lost his balance and fell face down on the floor. His head hit the cement.
I remember coming up from behind and hitting the huge individual with a beer bottle. This of course started a huge fight. At first, everyone else was observing. Exactly as if the whole thing was a boxing match. When my bottle made contact with fat man’s face, all hell broke loose. No one was going to put up with these foreigners. They had insulted their transvestite and most of all; they were taking their women, Denise and Lily.
Merryland got roughed up by this dude that had a huge moustache. He spit up blood like crazy. John wasn’t going to give up though. After a while, the man with the moustache ended on the floor, Merryland had been successful. I had my fair share of punches too, administering and receiving. I was sure they would hurt the next day. My body was completely numb, adrenaline rushed through my veins. Lily hit the bartender. She stole two fifths of rum.
I’m not really sure how we got out of there. Phil was messed up, he was bruised all over. Merryland had been cut with glass in his back. I received a few blows in my stomach and in my chest. No one was injured seriously though.
We ended up laughing about the whole situation back at the hotel with the girls. Lily opened a fifth of the rum she stole from the bar. She took a drink and handed me the bottle. I smiled back at her and took a long drink. The boys and Denise did the same. That is the last I remember from that night. I must’ve passed out in a bed because that’s where I woke up plenty of hours later. Lily was by my side, asleep. The two boys were in the other bed, with Denise. Completely hung-over, I smiled.
The rest of the country was beautiful. Unfortunately, we didn’t stop for most of it. That didn’t bother me anymore as I had Lily, in the car with me. Merryland started making fun of my unusual good mood. “At least I’m the only one having sex with her” – I said back to him. Everyone in the car found that funny. Even Denise laughed; she was apparently enjoying the situation more than the two boys.
Lily was born and raised in
I had a really interesting conversation with Denise as we got closer to the border of
One of the two called someone on the radio. They were going to bring a dog. “Of course John didn’t have anything on him” – I thought. The animal got crazy when his acute sense of smell picked something up. The cops cursed in Spanish. I was frozen at the spot. We all stared at Merryland, who was trying to stay calm.
“¿Que creen que somos? ¿Estupidos?” (“What do they think we are? Stupid?”) – Said the small officer to the other one as he took a small bag of weed from the glove compartment (the douche bag had forgotten to mention us that he had bought some weed from one of the hippies in Sonsonate).
They proceeded to put handcuffs on Denise.
“Now you just wait a second” – Said Merryland to the officer. He took some money out. “Now let’s see here. Here’s a hundred and fifty bucks for you. Here’s another one fifty for you too.” – He smiled. “Let’s forget the whole incident. You guys can keep that bag and everything”
It seemed to work because they took the handcuffs off Denise. We got back in the car and said goodbye to the corrupt officers. “They’ll probably smoke that weed and drink that money” – Lily said to John.
In
We lost track of Denise and Merryland after an hour. The three of us looked for them for what is seemed like hours. They got lost in this drunken sea of adults, adolescents, and yelling kids. “Why does stuff like this always happen to me?” – Lily said with a certain laugh in her voice. Phil started laughing and moving his head sideways. The whole trip until now had been a complete circus. It was actually strange that John didn’t get lost earlier.
The two of them arrived early next morning to the little beat down hotel we were staying. Merryland was so drunk he couldn’t even stand straight. Denise was somewhat the same. She lost her heels in all that drinking.
After puking in the toilet for a while, Denise passed out on the bed. Merryland went outside and lit a ‘cig. He puked in the trashcan at the end of the hallway, cleaned himself up with the back of his left hand, and continued to smoke his ‘cig. After that, John came inside, he washed his teeth and passed out on the bed besides Denise.
I had trouble starting the car when we left. It just wouldn’t start and I didn’t have a clue what was wrong with the thing. The girls called a mechanic’s number they found in the yellow pages. Lily took care of the whole situation. Apparently the car had some problems with the carburetor. He charged us sixty bucks for everything. This process took some hours. The boys went to the pool with Denise and I stayed helping the mechanic with Lily.
Phil didn’t have a problem turning the car on. “That dude did a pretty good job” – he said to me. The girls insisted that they wanted to go to the capital to see some paintings by Jose Antonio Velasquez. John thought the pieces were breathtaking. I didn’t think he was that good at all. “I’ve seen much better” – I told them.
The border to
We got to Poneloya beach late in the afternoon. Lily opened the other fifth of rum she had stolen and sat down on the sand. Her emerald green eyes focused on mine as she took a drink. I felt warm inside. She handed me the bottle and then she started running towards the sea. “Damn, that blue bikini does look good on her” – Merryland said. I smiled, took a sip and handed the bottle to Denise, who was noticeably jealous about John’s comment. After she took a sip, Denise got up and walked towards the water. I yawned and took out a ‘cig. There I was, twenty-three, at a tropical beach in
The water was really good for swimming, warm as hell. I played with the girls for a while, throwing sand at them. When John and Phil arrived, I took another sip of the bottle and then handed it to Lily. Getting drunk in the ocean, while the water shakes you and stuff is a really good feeling. The whole place got really dark pretty soon; we were all having uninteresting conversations in the water. I didn’t even realize it, the stars had come out, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky… the moon was huge.
Phil, Denise and John got out of the water pretty soon; they’ve had enough of the currents and stuff. It looked as is Phil was going to puke. “Too much rum” – I yelled back at him as he got out of the ocean. Lily and I were left alone.
“This is the right moment” – I thought. “Let’s do it now…”
“Lily… I really dig you. Don’t you think we’re made for each other? I’ve been thinking for a while... I think you’re the girl for me… These past days have been so much fun; I’ve never felt so alive in my whole life.” – I said as she stared back at me. She started making a really weird face.
Looking down at the water she said, “What are you talking about? Don’t say that. You know this is only a sexual thing. I have to get back to
I started feeling really bad inside; someone inside of me grabbed a hammer and crushed my heart. Lily kept on,
“As a matter of fact, Denise and I are leaving tomorrow. We’re taking a bus to Bluefields. Denise has some hippie friends over there; we’re going to stay at their place for a while.”
That took me by surprise. It was as if I had been hit on the side of the head with a baseball bat.
“Oh” – I managed to get out. Completely ignoring her now, I turned around and consumed my whole body underwater. I needed to be alone for a while. Underwater, your boy Jaime started crying. That’s when I let all my suppressed emotions out… Some time passed by because when I came out Lily wasn’t there. It was too much for her to handle I guess.
We dropped the girls off at the bus station the next day. Lily tried talking to me; she wanted to say goodbye or something. She sighed and started crying once I didn’t look back at her. The saddest song ever started playing on the speakers. Screeching Weasel’s “Inside Out”. I grabbed a pen from the dashboard, grabbed a piece of paper and began writing the lyrics,
"Inside Out"
Now everything you're telling me rips me up
I swear I wish I'd make myself shut you up
I've got a list here of things we talked about
The ugliness you see's just me inside out
And what I just don't know
Is what I think about it
I don't know at all
Lily cried even more once she read the page. I started crying too and yelled out,
“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE”
An atmosphere of depression fell in the car after that. “Such bitches” – Merryland said looking down at his feet. “Yeah dude” – Mann said back at him. I opened my mouth and said, “Let’s get out of this place, this country. I want to forget about
I drove the whole day with just a pit stop for pissing and another one for gas. John was sleeping in the back and Phil was in the front seat. He put the Second Hand Smoke by Sublime on. Pretty good reggae dub, laid back. “That music makes you forget, that’s what we all need right now” – Phil said to me. We got to
“Hey guys, I really appreciate having all this time together” – Phil said. John agreed and so did I.
Some old ladies at the supermarket told us that we needed to go to Monte Verde. Apparently the whole thing was a beautiful sight, a huge tropical rainforest. We headed out towards the mountains in a drunken stupor. I thought we were going to be stopped by the cops or something. Luckily nothing happened. The back roads are really small and it’s somewhat easy to drive because you drive slower. Some dudes in a truck gave us the finger, that’s about it.
Monte Verde was beautiful. It seemed as if all I could see was trees and wildlife. “So relaxing” – I thought. John was kept busy with all the hiking and Phil was delighted to read about all the plants and animals that you could find there. I went with John on one or two of those hikes. I laid down on a hammock and tried to rest most of the time though.
After two days of exploring the place, we decided to move on. We took off late in the afternoon that day. The park ranger was delighted with Mann’s views on global warming. He invited us over for lunch at his place. I figured this man must’ve been pretty lonely so we decided to join him. He gave us some really good meat and vegetable soup.
The road to
Hours later, as we were on
And then it happened. I was at the back. Phil Mann was driving shotgun. The truck filled with cows came out of nowhere. He was engaging in the same shit he was doing earlier. It hit us on the side with brute force. Twelve times the strength of a jackhammer. The whole car started spinning. We hit like two or three cars who that in turn hit the truck back. This scared the hell out of the cows, which started moving like crazy. The truck driver lost control of his vehicle, which rolled over, killing three or four cows and severely injuring the others.
After that all I could think of was Phil calling out for Timothy, that bitch that stole my money, and of Lily, who broke my heart. I can’t remember much of what happened at the hospital. It’s all a big blur. Phil Mann and the truck driver were pronounced dead on the spot. Phil had received the complete blow of the car crash. His body was a mess.
“I’m tired man. I’m really fucking tired. I’ve had enough of the road, of the women, of their hair and their smell… their beautiful smell” – John said as he sobbed quietly, paraplegic in his hospital bed. He would end up in
It was too much for me too. Road traveling does seem to wear me out. After sending Phil’s remains in a body bag through the mail and breaking an arm and a leg, I think your boy Jaime had had enough.
I never said I would abandon the idea of going to
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EPILOGUE
Dear Mom and Dad,
The new place I moved in is ok. It’s located right across a medium sized park called
John Merryland came to see me the other day. He’s living in
“Here lies Timothy Rabbit, the finest of rabbits that will ever be. Avenging death, he went out on the greatest adventure of his lifetime…”
He stayed at my place for like two weeks and then decided that it might be a good idea to return to the chicks back in
Rita is doing fine by the way; we have decided that she will be moving in with me once she starts working at the bakery across from my place. I’m sorry I couldn’t come home for Christmas or New Year’s. It’s just that I’ve been really busy trying to keep up with all that is happening in my life right now.
Mom, I am happy. I have searched the entire continent in search of happiness and alas, I have found it here, in
Your boy that loves you,
Jaime.
