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Danny Pozo
Afternoon Delight
The grill was smoking, the sun was beaming, and the beers were flowing down their throats like the river banks into the Atlantic. Yeah, I’d say it was a pretty good spring afternoon. It had been raining the past week and a half, and many of the houses around the tri-state area had flooding. It was mid-March and my spring break had already begun. Sorry, I forgot to tell you my name is Will Allen and I go to Don Bosco Prep High School. Anyway, the night before me and a bunch of my friends had a party at our friend Lucien’s house. We had spent the night drinking, dancing, and uhhhh…. let me put it to you in PG terms, fraternizing with some girls.
I woke up at around 9am, I guess I had passed out because I was downstairs in the basement on his couch with all my clothes still on. I was woken up by the ringing of my phone. It was my mother who had called; I hate it when she calls! I’m not saying I hate her, but whenever a mother calls they always have bad news or a reminder of some sort that you wish you could just forget about.
“Will, where are you?” She had said to me.
“I’m at my friend’s house, I slept here last night. I was too tired to drive home.”
“Don’t you have class today?”
“No remember, I’m on spring break.” I told her in a bit of an annoyed manner. Oh, and by the way my voice was so “shot” and raspy from all the drinking and talking last night that it made this phone call even more unpleasant; I had to keep clearing my throat after every sentence.
“Oh. Well don’t forget you have the dentist at 2 o’clock.” She reminded me.
Son of a bitch I hate the dentist, all the day there is make you wait, hurt my teeth and gums, make me bleed, and give me lectures about oral hygiene. There’s nothing I hate more than getting lectured. I just nod my head in agreement, but in reality whatever they’re saying to me is going in one ear and right out the other. Like who needs flossing anyway?
“Mom, what the hell, it’s my spring break I don’t want to go to the dentist, call them and cancel”
“No, Will. If you don’t cancel within 24 hours they charge me 50 bucks.”
Well it’s not my money what do I care, I think to myself. “Fine, I’ll go, goodbye.”