Post by Vale on Dec 23, 2009 5:18:55 GMT -5
"You could find just about anything in New Freemont, shit that's not even it's name any more. Welcome here to Fremontown. Missureh's Rising Star. Shoot, those big slicks from the state think they know what's best fer us all. Hell with em'. Hell with all of em. Darlin! Where's my whiskey!"
It was always the same, each day each night. People came and went, and hell...it wasn't easy trying to bring these people in. People, I guess you could call them that. Yarley wasn't much for conversation, let alone to people like me. It's been 5 months since I was sent out to Fremontown. Funny little thing about a name---it took 3 months to even come to a passing vote, and it's not even changed. New Freemont, Fremontown, Didn't really matter to me. Just another place on a map of cities before it, and guess what....there sure as hell will be more after it too.
"Susie, Whiskey on the Rocks please." Funny hearing those words come out of my mouth. "Anything'll do."
"What? Can't drink'em straight and hard, City Boy." Yarley kept joshing. Somehow I really shouldn't have let him get to me, but one can really only take someone's nagging for so long before putting them down owt back. "Yarley, Yer sure running yer mouth for someone putting that hard of piss down it. Must have had practice from yer momma'---hear she's quite talented at putting stuff down her throat." Words I know for a fact, I'd regret when my teeth were getting knocked out.
Yarley paused his playing, I don't think he really understood what I had said to him. Unless he did and he was just trying to be civil, naw couldn't have been it.
"Listen here City boy. I'm not yer friend. Ye don't got any friends here. Yer not welcome here. Haven't been for months. So why doncha pack up here, and get on the next train back to yer momma." Yarley spoke, going back to playing and drinking.
Maybe I wasn't welcome, maybe he was right.
It was always the same, each day each night. People came and went, and hell...it wasn't easy trying to bring these people in. People, I guess you could call them that. Yarley wasn't much for conversation, let alone to people like me. It's been 5 months since I was sent out to Fremontown. Funny little thing about a name---it took 3 months to even come to a passing vote, and it's not even changed. New Freemont, Fremontown, Didn't really matter to me. Just another place on a map of cities before it, and guess what....there sure as hell will be more after it too.
"Susie, Whiskey on the Rocks please." Funny hearing those words come out of my mouth. "Anything'll do."
"What? Can't drink'em straight and hard, City Boy." Yarley kept joshing. Somehow I really shouldn't have let him get to me, but one can really only take someone's nagging for so long before putting them down owt back. "Yarley, Yer sure running yer mouth for someone putting that hard of piss down it. Must have had practice from yer momma'---hear she's quite talented at putting stuff down her throat." Words I know for a fact, I'd regret when my teeth were getting knocked out.
Yarley paused his playing, I don't think he really understood what I had said to him. Unless he did and he was just trying to be civil, naw couldn't have been it.
"Listen here City boy. I'm not yer friend. Ye don't got any friends here. Yer not welcome here. Haven't been for months. So why doncha pack up here, and get on the next train back to yer momma." Yarley spoke, going back to playing and drinking.
Maybe I wasn't welcome, maybe he was right.
Congrats grimn! You're in the real mode, now. I've no doubt that you'll surprise yourself on just how tough and mature you can be.