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generation gap
"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold."
"Dude." Mik arched an eyebrow. "You know I love you, man, but you are not the great Hunter S."
"Yeah, I know." Schuyler slid his feet forward and nudged his toes against the footwell, sliding the seatback down so he could stare up at the rising stars. It was a mild, pleasant night and they had the top down. "You know the problem with my parents?"
"Sometimes they forget to put up the sex swing and it hits you in the face when you walk in the room?"
"Something like that, yeah. You can't work up a good rebellious stage, 'cause they've done it all. You try and memorize all of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' so you can throw quotes in the conversation at random points in time and it turns into a pissing contest between your two dads as to who can remember more of the book."
Mik's grin was feral in the half-darkness. "You could always sell your soul to the devil and become an agent. You know, expensive Armani suits, three cellphones, call everyone 'baby'?"
Schuyler thought about this for a moment and laughed. "Nah. I'm not that desperate."
He took a sip of his vodka Slurpee, and Mik kept driving.
"Dude." Mik arched an eyebrow. "You know I love you, man, but you are not the great Hunter S."
"Yeah, I know." Schuyler slid his feet forward and nudged his toes against the footwell, sliding the seatback down so he could stare up at the rising stars. It was a mild, pleasant night and they had the top down. "You know the problem with my parents?"
"Sometimes they forget to put up the sex swing and it hits you in the face when you walk in the room?"
"Something like that, yeah. You can't work up a good rebellious stage, 'cause they've done it all. You try and memorize all of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' so you can throw quotes in the conversation at random points in time and it turns into a pissing contest between your two dads as to who can remember more of the book."
Mik's grin was feral in the half-darkness. "You could always sell your soul to the devil and become an agent. You know, expensive Armani suits, three cellphones, call everyone 'baby'?"
Schuyler thought about this for a moment and laughed. "Nah. I'm not that desperate."
He took a sip of his vodka Slurpee, and Mik kept driving.
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So much love.
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