Booming bass punches loudly through two uninsulated ceilings before connecting directly with David’s eardrums. He rises slowly and checks the digital alarm clock next to his bed – late o’clock. Sleeping in is one of Dave’s specialties, especially so ever since his best friend dropped his ass off a cliff. They were bros for years, through all of high school in fact, but he wanted to go to college and David didn’t. Neither of them wanted to be broke, but David didn’t want to accrue debt to maybe get money at some point down the road. David’s old friend was of a different opinion, so off the cliff David was dropped, plummeting through the darkness he was suddenly alone in until he landed on the soft, warm comfort of his mattress. He’s been sleeping ever since.
Yes, they say the first day is the hardest, but that first day can’t begin until you decide to get out of bed and face the world, which David wasn’t planning on doing until at least tomorrow. That way, he could skip the first day and get right onto the second day, time travel at its finest. But time travel – real time travel – seems to be impossible unless you’re a Time Lord… ah, they always watched Doctor Who together. They were the only ones in the school who liked that show. It was their show, and now, it’s just a show… a damn good show, but a show nonetheless.
And David is now alone in the warm, comfortable darkness of his bed, his body fitting snugly in the depression it sunk into the memory foam as he slept dreamlessly through the night.
Yet the bass continues to boom, continues to kick and punch. That means Dave’s parents probably aren’t home, which is a good look. His parents will want to know how the hike went last night, because even though they were bros for almost four years – as in, every single year of high school, the only friendship in their grade to pull it off, and thank you for the superlative – his parents always asked how the night hikes went. Because they care about David, evidently unlike he did. David can’t even bear to think of dude’s name, it’s too much, it’s too painful.
‘Spencer,’ whispers his mind, the sound of a ghost creeping out of a closet.
“God fucking damnit,” David moans into his pillowcase. He comes up for a breath of air, then, “I don’t understand, God. I just don’t understand.” But he does. Spencer laid it out for him – David clearly has no aspirations for the future. David doesn’t want to go anywhere with his life, not like Spencer does. David’s okay with staying in his hometown, he’s okay with becoming a good ol’ boy and living with his parents well into his forties in their house with the dirt driveway – the unpaved dirt driveway – in that shithole of a house with no ceilings and no doors on half the hinges. David’s okay with being poor, but Spencer isn’t. Not anymore, not when he has a chance to go away to some college and get a magic piece of paper that’ll solve all of his problems. Not when he can make something of himself.
In truth, David isn’t okay with being poor either. He doesn’t want to be poor David all his life, and he doesn’t plan to be, just like he doesn’t plan to go to college to make something of himself. For all they know, some totally unexpected event – like, say, a global pandemic breaking out, some kind of flu-like thing, maybe – could happen, effectively shutting society down and making a college degree just a piece of paper, worthless unless you need to start a fire, and in that case, it’s only worth the paper it’s printed on if you have some kindling gathered up. But David was okay with being poor at the moment, because he wasn’t just poor David. He was part of a poor us, and that’s what made it okay. Now the only us he’s part of is that of his bed and his pillow, but as they say, three’s a crowd. And the bass keeps booming.
So he might as well get up and take the suck like a man, lest it take him instead.
Hello Commons, this has been the first subchapter of the fifth story from Convenient Incidents, an anthology of fifteen interconnected short stories which revolve around a man by the name of Hilter Odolf Williamson.
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