College ball was a likely path, and he was excited about the prospect of getting his stats up a bit so the recruiters could get excited about giving him a scholarship. He had a lot of his own reasons to love the sport his dad chose for him, but he had learned to love it because his dad loved it so much, and because dad was at his happiest on the field, so was Hunter, mostly. Mom was in Florida with Jim now
Overheated and embarrassed, he took a drag on his Dr Pepper Mountain Dew mix as a drop of nerves fell off his eyebrow and into the groove of the lid. He turned toward the roll door with the 3D lettering that only now, perhaps ironically, invoked for him a poetic sense of belonging. In not belonging, he scanned the overstuffed walls of horror movie characters. His eyes panned over to the black plastic shot glasses with Freddie and Jason and over to the glass case with leather cuff bracelets and chain wallets
What do you want? The boys leaving? Piped mika upon Hunter's approach. No, they're in the Lid store. Probably be there till June, he said. They laughed out loud. I wanted to see what you guys are finding. He tried to sound casual and disinterestedly interested as he scanned the racks. His eyes were drawn to a punk schoolgirl outfit, and without thinking, he jammed his soda in behind some folded shirts
Hunter didn't spend his cracker barrel money on a royal blue spiked belt that day or a ripped blouse with a Texas Chainsaw Massacre dude on it or green plaid. But there were other boys in that store, some who looked really cool decked out in skinny jeans and ripped up vintage style blouses, combat boots, or even platforms, whatever they were wearing
He took the garment into the dressing booth that was on the other side of the clothing section to make sure that it was clear to anyone who might notice that he was in the men's section and that this had therefore to be a men's shirt
Hunter put the blouse on, struggling to figure out how to point his arms toward the three quarter rolled up sleeves. He kept his gaze away from the mirror until he was fully organized. He wanted to see himself in reflection as if for the first time, to get his best impression of the fit. The mirrored vision he took upon adornment of this new idea opened a door for Hunter that didn't lead to the shredder in the hall after all
Hello, Zach. Thank you so very much for inviting me to listen to your story. It was f****** amazing. I appreciated it so much. It was artistic, it was well thought out, it was recited amazingly, and it was so surprising in the way that it captured me. I did not expect it to go where it went, and I truly, thoroughly enjoyed and loved every single line and every minute of listening. I love the story
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Hello. Hey. I was taking a listen to your intricate and detailed story. Thank you for providing a story that was filled with such level of detail. I was able to it was almost as if I was watching a movie in my head. And I really enjoy that. Thank you