My Mother and The Rumble Fish

Today my world changed forever. It started at home when father came in. Out of nowhere I asked him if our mother was crazy. He told me no, she just had a different view on the world and wanted to experience it. He explained that neither her nor my brother are crazy just misplaced. "the ability to do anything and find nothing to do". I remembered what the Motorcycle boy told me about mom a few nights ago, or was it last night? That night the Motorcycle boy broke into the pet store I pasted so many nights ago. He didn't act secretive, didn't go quietly, as if the store was open during the day. All he did was let loose all the animals, and took the Siamese fighting fish towards the river. There was sirens everywhere, we had to sprint. The Motorcycle boy didn't say a word, just kept heading towards the river. The police set of a so called warning shot, then shot the motorcycle boy dead. I was then pinned up against the police car and frisked from head to foot. They didn't want to take me to the hospital so i slashed my wrists and made them. It was then that I became the Motorcycle boy: alone, colorblind, and unknowing of where to go with myself.

Rusty-James Out

Back Alley

The three of us decided to go up into a party. It was a smokey room with people everywhere. Lights flashing on and off, music blasting, girls everywhere, it was amazing. The Motorcycle boy was playing some pool with a couple guys. Steve was kissing some cute girl in a corner. I was walking around taking it all in. After awhile Steve and I realized the Motorcycle boy was gone. It didn't surprise us much, he always popped in and out of places. We headed out, looking for the bridge. We went up and down streets until we thought it was just right through an alley way. There were 2 figures in it, a black and a white one. One had a what seemed to be a tire tool in his hand. They asked for bread I think, they really just wanted to pound us. I can't remember exactly what happened next but I think one hit me, and the Motorcycle boy saved us both. I really don't know what exactly happened, but I came back from my dream over the shoulder of the Motorcycle boy and Steve walking beside him.

Across the bridge

Me, the Motorcycle boy, and Steve went across the street to the downtown area tonight. Usually I avoid there, its a rough bad area, but with the motorcycle boy it seems like an adventure. I took a bottle of cherry Vodka and we were off. Steve never drank but for whatever the reason took a couple of swings of it. I don't know if it was the Vodka or all the excitement but I let loose even more than usual. I was swinging on the street poles, walking right through crowds of people, I loved it. Me and Steve were a couple paces behind the Motorcycle boy, he walked very fast. He bought Steve and I a couple of tickets to an adult movie. Steve almost pee'd his pants, I enjoyed it. Steve went to the bathroom and never came back. The Motorcycle boy and I went out to see what was going on. He was on the curb, all shook up. I've never seen him like this; ok I have but this was bad. He said some creep approached him in the bathroom.

A Horrible Day

What a nasty day! I go into school on time like usual (1 o'clock) and they call me into the guidance office. Mr.Harrigan was there to tell me the news. I'd been kicked out of school for some nonsense like fighting, cutting class, smoking, swearing, etc... Normally I wouldn't mind too much but he told me I must attend Cleveland now. Cleveland is one of those schools for the insanely bad kids. Whatever I just won't go and the Youth Detention Center takes awhile to catch a skipper. I decided to go to Patty's bus stop after awhile to see her shining face. She completely ignored me until I grabbed her. She was furious about the kegger I went to last night and all the girls I "talked" too. I tried my best to explain but nothing worked, she was gone.

Home Life

I came home after school. The Motorcycle's "girlfriend" was walking out as I was walking in. I don't even think he likes her but whatever. I went up and washed out my cut. The Motorcycle boy was leaning against a wall, staring at nothing. Eventually my father walked in, coming back from the bars. He actually graduated from college awhile back, I don't know how he ended up in some dump like this area. The Motorcycle boy and him talked about stuff I didn't understand like always. The Motorcycle boy is probably the smartest, strongest, toughest person I know. I thought he was upset about his girlfriend or something so I tried to help him out. He told me it wasn't that and he knows all about his girlfriend and not to worry.

School

I decided to go to school even after my knife wound. I mean I get to see my friends and better than hanging around the house. I missed math because I went late. The school doesn't really seem to care, they just give me a tardy pass and I go on my way. After wondering around I went to lunch. Steve wasn't there, someone told me his mom took a stroke. After lunch I went down to the basement to play some poker. We do this periodically, no one ever minds. I lost like always, accused the guys of cheating, and went back to class. I just sat around at Gym watching other people play basketball. The gym teacher loves me, he actually asked me today to beat up some kid that was giving him problems. Next I have English. English is always my favorite period. I'm in the slow class so we just listen to stories or hang out.

The Fight

I love fights. The whole idea of them makes me fired up. I wish the gangs never broke up, that would have been the life.
Biff tried taunting me at first but it didn't affect me. Every fight starts with trash talk. All of a sudden he pulled out a knife. No one told me to bring a weapon? Luckily someone brought a bike chain or I'd have been killed. Biff, being himself, tried getting a cheap strike off when my back was turned. I was ready, tripped him and got his neck with the chain. We rumbled for awhile until the Motorcycle boy showed up. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he's back! Biff stabbed me when I was looking at the Motorcycle boy, what a cheap cat. I couldn't see or hear much of anything, but I remember the Motorcycle boy snapping Biff's wrist and Biff crying.