I walked inside from the rain. Our small house was littered with empty Mcdonald's bags, beer cans, bottles, (of pills and alcohol), and plenty of other garbage. Thomas sat on our small, musty couch.
I dumped the bag and we pulled out our small eating tables. The kitchen had long since been out of use, it had collapsed a few months ago and we just put plastic bags on the doorway to it.
"Did you see the new Crazy Kevin Powell ad? He's sick man. He's getting worse. He's not even yelling."
Said Thomas, "Man, he's done for. He's become too crazy, man. He's let all these idiots come and get a car for almost nothing man, and he's lost all his money. He was a good man, but he got into his character a little too much. He really has become insane."
I unwrapped my McChicken, (pickles only) and took a bite. We had given up cooking long before the roof broke. We dropped acid, molly, anything that was cheap. We even took mushrooms once, but that was a bad day. It had been raining like this one, and it was a downer to think about that.
I took another bite.
"Did you get anything from Rose while you were there?"
"Rose?" I asked.
"The chick with red hair, You know, that one night we were there, and we were totally checking her out. And she knew it. But she was cool with it. She walked over and talked to us forever, man. I think I fell in love. But then again I was like, she just works at Mcdonald's, man. Maybe if she was a manager or something. But nah man, she was hot though. Big hips, nice legs and all. Whole nine yards."
At this point Thomas started eating, a cheeseburger. I had stopped eating red meat after we had dropped one night, a few hours in I saw this cow. It was standing there, just standing there. And then I saw a single tear run down his eye, and it was blood. And it said "eat more chicken." So I did. I think I saw god.
Thomas ate round sandwiches in a peculiar fashion. He always ate the outside edge first. Then, saved the middle, the nucleus, for last.
"There are two types of people," he would always say.
"Those who work hard, get through the hard work, and save the precious few bites for last. And those who go through life, running through everything, not watching anything, and then they die."
He always said it. Every time.
