The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Eight.

Chapter Eight.

If there is one thing Vincent had noticed over the passed week is that this was a complete feeling of déjà vu. How? Well for starters, everything has had already happened. Like meeting someone he knew but didn’t, then meeting there friends at there house. He was having a weird feeling about this.

The house he was instructed to go to kind of took Vincent by surprise. The quickest way to describe what his house was like is to imagine a house perfect for the biggest sports fan in the world. And it sickened him. He felt so embarrassed by him in that yard that he wished for this not to happen. So, taking a deep breath, he knocked on the front door.

“HEYA DAWG!!! WHAT’S CRACKIN HOMIE?!” Vincent thought he had died and went to hell. Did this women who looks like a cheerleader just say that. Then, to confirm him that this is Job’s house, the title person appeared.

“Hey, mom. He is here to see me.” Then, the cheerleader went away to a room that was blasting with some kind of sports game.

“Who the hell is that and why - ”

“That is my dad’s fifth trophy wife. I’ll put it to you this way, she is dumber than holy hell, but my dad only married her based on looks. Disgusting.” Then, in shock, Job realized something. “Oh, please com in.” Stepping aside, Vincent went into the house.

The house was covered with everything and anything football related and a strong scent of beer and nachos. And Vincent wanted to throw up because of it. When walking into the kitchen, he saw about ten people, mostly huge, beer-bellied men with nacho stains on there shirts watching foot ball.

“Ignore them, They are my fathers friends and there wife’s watching crap. Follow me into my room.” It took a few minutes but they got to his room. Sitting on a couch was all of the people Vincent meet during his last visit at school. They were all wearing headphones that were connected to an adapter that was linked to a huge, flat screen television. On the screen, had a scene that looked an ending to a movie.

“The movie is Gamera 2: The Real Guardian of the Universe, Advent of Legion. Right now, it is at the ending. If you had arrived about three hours earlier, then you would have been in time to watch this and the first movie. Get a set of head phones and sit on the coach. I will put in the last movie.” As Vincent went and plugged in his headphones, he heard a bunch of welcoming from the guys. When Vincent sat down, Job cleared his throat and began to talk.

“Okay, men. We have ventured thru the first two and now we are about to watch the one giant monster film that is said to be as good or better than the original Gojira. The movie is: Gamera 3: The Absolute Guardian Of The Universe, Evil God Iris’ Awakening.” when he said all of this, they all (except Vincent) started cheering and clapping up a storm. After they were done, Vincent had only one question.

“What is with the headphones?”

“You see, the men down stairs have a tendency to - ” There was a roar from down stairs that shook all of there drinks violently.

“I do not think I need to explain any further. Now, on to the movie.” the lights were turned off and the movie was playing very smoothly. An hour and forty minutes later, Vincent was in shock about how good it was. They all took off there headphones and, all at ounce, started talking, commenting on the film. After a few minutes, Job stood up and left. When he returned, he had some bags of sour cream and onion chips.

“I was wondering if you guys could do something for me.” Vincent said taking huge gulps of water. “When I meet someone, I like to know there life story. I want to know there life story because it helps me to get to know the people I will be spending my time with.” After a few minutes, Zat began to speak.

I was originally from Winnipeg, Canada. The only thing in which I liked about Winnipeg was Phantompalooza. Phantompalooza was an annual celebration of the movie Phantom Of The Paradise. I was suppose to go to a special stage version when I was suppose to play the character Swan, but then I got the word that I had to move here. I never knew the reason other than the fact that I was pissed.

When we moved to Colorado, the first thing people asked me was if my name was Terrance, Phillip, or Ike. First of all, I hate South Park. So when they asked me that, I was, you get the Idea. I was about to blow until I met Job. He treated me like a person and now, I have friends. So, that is all you need to know.

When he stopped talking, he took a huge gulp of water and took a deep breath. Then, Jack started talking.

I came from the down under, Australia. I lived around Sydney, and at night, it was beautiful. Especially if you were in the Sydney Opera House. I have been in there a few times, and all I have to say is: it is the perfect place to go to watch an opera. I used to spend weekends in the desert area looking for exotic animals. It was all fun until my mother got sick.

My mother got some kind of cancer that was never really explained to me. All I knew about it was that Australia did not have any doctors that could cure her, so we went to America like they suggested. I was enrolled in school here, but I missed the Great Out Back, the Opera House, the animals and, many other things. Then I met Zat, who introduced me Job, then we became friends. And I needed friends at the time because of the next events. Mind you, I have gotten over this.

What happened was that we were to late. The doctors tried to save my mother, but her body shut down and we lost her. It was devastating but, I was able to get over with numerous therapy sessions and a lot of meat. One of the good things is that I have found a crush. And you know her as Joan. So, that leads us to today.

As Jack stopped talking, Vincent could swear he saw a tear in his eye. Before he could give it another thought, there was a roar from down stairs.

“What the hell was that!” He exclaimed a little bit more loudly then he meant.

“Cheerleader strippers. You see, the guys down stairs have this bet: they will split into two groups cheering on one of the two teams. And which ever team wins, the group that looses wife’s will have to either strip, give a lap dance, or a strip tease. Disgusting. Anyway, who’s next?” After a few minutes, Dumas started talking.

It is without a doubt that I am fat. Now there is a reason why I am fatter than holy hell. And the reason is that my family owns a deli. A deli that specializes in Philly Steak Subs. You see my family came from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We had what was considered the greatest Philly Steak Subs in all of Pennsylvania. It was so good that one day this food critic came and ate one of our sandwiches and said it was so good that they wanted us to open another one here in Colorado. I was excited because I like meeting new people and visiting new places. But this was not what I had in mind.

For when I first moved here, I had a lot of criticism due to the fact that I am overweight. People had a tendency to steal all of my possessions, punch me in the balls to “check” if I was a male or female, and, to top it all off, they once set my families deli on fire.

My family was about to move until we got a problem: my mother was pregnant. It was a huge shock for my family and we decided to stay here for a while until my mother delivered. I was stunned because of the fact that we had to stay in this retched place. So, to fill up some time, I decided to join band. While I was in band, I met Jack. Yeah, that is one thing Jack did not tell you.

So, while I was in band, I made friends with the other guys and, they became my group. And I needed it because about five months later, the fetus in my mother’s womb died. It was a huge impact on my mom and dad. So huge, they decided not to get out of bed. The effect is still going on today. I talked to them about having me stay at one of my friends house until they were back to normal. And that leads me to here.

When Dumas stopped talking, Fron started talking. And the first thing he said made Vincent’s jaw drop.

I was a virgin until my twelve birthday. When I first had sex, I was to young to remember how it was but I remember that it was my cousin that actually paid me to do it with her. She aid me one hundred dollars. The next thing I remembered was that she got into trouble and I never saw her again. In the words of Rocky Horror, My libido hasn’t been in control. Meaning, I screw girls non-stop. It is an addiction but I have been abstinent for three months! And that is a start! That is all.

That was the most saddest, most sickening, and most disturbing and shortest life story Vincent had ever heard and he wished to never here it again. There was only one life story left. And it was Ronnie. Ronnie cleared his throat and began to speak.

I was born in South Africa. It was kind of like hell over there because my mother did not work and my father was using his time to try to get into a school and did not work. For the first eight years of my life, we did not eat much and were in hiding. You see, there are two major differences between my family and the average African American family. First was that my family does not beat up white people. A lot of black kids (b-kids) had a tendency to beat the living hell out of white kids (w-kids) because b-kids thought w-kids owned them for the years of slavery that America had on blacks. My family believed what has done, is done and not to worry about it. Say that around were I lived, you get beaten up.

Second, my family is against rap, hip-hop, and anything related music. We just do not agree with the lyrics and think it is sinful. If you look on my hand, you will see that half of my middle finger is missing. That is because I once said rap music sucks. So my family sold all of what we had and moved to America. What I did not know is that my family had grandparents in Colorado that were doctors.

They told us we can live in there house until we have gotten enough money to buy our own house. As a welcoming gift, they decided to make me a fake middle finger to clip onto the stump that is there. I was surprised at how it moved and worked. Also surprised at how heavy it is. So, if I have to write or I am going to school, you will see a complete middle finger. Other times, you will not.

When I went to school here, kids would either say I was an illegal alien or I was from Kenya. It was so sickening because they would take whatever I had to eat and say, “Oh, you are used to it.”. You do not understand what that was like having kids do that to you. But the worst has yet to happen.

I was in class one day, and I got a question wrong. And the teacher, under her breath, called me a ******. I went home and told my parents. They then went and sued the school. I was beaten up again because the teacher they sued was a particular favorite of the schools. But, to my rescue was Job, Zat, Jack, Dumas, and Fron. They went and thankfully saved me.

After words, they told me there life stories and, with the huge exception of Fron, I figured out that there life’s and my life was not so different. I told them mine, and thus we became friends. The End.

All Vincent could do is stair in awe at the information he has received. He could not believe how all of the lives he had heard were linked into each other. He was about to say something until there was another huge roar from down stairs. Then he looked at the clock and he nearly fainted.

“I am sorry, but I have to leave.” As he was standing up, Job also stood.

“Do you know your way back to your house?” Now that he had mentioned it, Vincent did not.

“No. follow me.” When they both left, they left behind a huge roar of arguing. They did not want to find out what had happened.

When they went down stairs, they tried there hardest to not make a noise, but they were unsuccessful. For when they went down stairs, Job’s father notice them.

“Cut your hair, you pussy!” he said with a drunken overtone.

“I am not going to cut my hair.” Now an intrusting argument starts.

“Then change your clothes. You look like a fudge packer.” Now, steam was going out of Job’s ears.

“I am leaving.” he said hurrying out of the front door.

“Wait! You have something on your face.” Job now actually had a questionable face.

“I do? What?” Then, his father started to laugh.

“Gay!”

“Dad, FUCK you!” Then both him and Vincent left and slammed the front door. Job’s father said something, but they did not stick around to hear what it was. After a few minutes, Vincent thought it was okay to actually start talking again.

“Does he do that often?” Job took a huge sigh.

“Sadly yes. What is even more sad is that he does that even when he is sober. I am getting sick of it.” They were silent for a few minutes. Then he started talking again.

“Well, I trust you can find your own way back from here.” Vincent looked around and saw they were at a lamppost. His mind was still on the information he had heard from the other guys.

“You know, I was thinking.” Vincent finally said. “Your lives and Cyri’s friends lives are not that different.” Job had this puzzled face.

“Well, see ya.” he said as he turned and left Vincent at the lamppost. Vincent then went and turned and walked home. As he was, he was thinking about all of the characters he had met or gained knowledge about. But his mind kept on going toward The Children Of Ghetto. Then, he had an idea. An idea so great that it could change the very fabric of his life.