2.14 – Fucking Punk, La Renarde, and The Lake

I’d never been in Alcohol Perception before and didn’t know what was going to happen next. We walked across huge Chicago until the huge buildings stopped cuz there was a huge lake. There was a nice little greengrass park around it, but Fucking Punk led us straight to some jaggedy rocks at the very edge of the water. We sat down on them, and they didn’t feel good under your butt.

Then we started passing the Jack Daniels around. Fucking Punk gave it to La Renarde, and she took a deep and long gulp. Then she passed it to me. I tilted the bottle back and swallowed like it was Dr. Pepper, but it felt like flesh-burning acid instead. I wanted to spit it out really bad, but La Renarde and Punk were looking at me, and I hadta hold it down so I would seem Reality Travel enough. We kept passing the bottle back and forth, and it was easier to drink each time tho. Soon everyone was talking and laughing.

“I’m teaching Jonathan all about Reality Travel,” La Renarde told Fucking Punk.

“Okay,” he said.

“Like he didn’t know anything about Reality Travel Music,” she said. “He used to listen to Mariah Carey.”

“Ha,” Fucking Punk said. “The Radio.”

“I still listen to her,” I said.

“Ha,” Fucking Punk said.

The Alcohol made him seem almost alive.  Like he almost had flesh on his face.  It made the skeleton almost smile.

Then he came up behind La Renarde and started tickling her. She laughed and got up to keep from being tickled more, and Fucking Punk got up and chased her right off the rocks and into the park. I stayed put with the Alcohol and watched.

Eventually Fucking Punk caught La Renarde and tackled her to the ground and held her down. She screamed and tried to get away, but she was also laughing a lot. Then the tickle fight turned into hugging. They held each other close and whispered things I couldn’t hear. Then they kissed on the mouth in Chicago. I didn’t know what to do except drink more from the Jack Daniels bottle. Eventually I stopped remembering things.

Maybe a lot later I do remember lying on my belly on the rocks and La Renarde yelling at me.

“Get the fuck up!” she said. “We’re cold.”

I didn’t want to get up tho, cuz I was sick. My head was really dizzy and my stomach hurt.

“No,” I said.

Then La Renarde grabbed one of my arms, and Fucking Punk grabbed the other, and they made me get up. They dragged me off the rocks and put me in a taxi. The whole thing made me so sick I started throwing up even tho I knew I was inside someone’s car. A lot came out, and it was smelly.

“Get that Fucking Drunk outta here!” the driver said.

Then I don’t remember anything else from that night.