John had come to the conclusion that his life was the epitome of a bad pop punk song, sitting still made him feel sick and he was tired of being fixed, held in place by family, held in place by the obligation to be great. He made a promise to himself at 16 to leave as soon as he could, go anywhere, be anything, change who he was, reinvent who he was meant to become.
“one day,” John gazed up at the moon “I will become even more of a space case then everyone already says I am.”
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Imperial Nebraska, not worth shit in John’s opinion but it did offer cheap dive bars always hiring blow-ins. John only ever stayed in one place for three months, staying any longer would cause him to feel stagnant, he never really hung around for long, Imperial would …show more content…
“so where is everyone?” John let go of Alex’s hand and looked around the dimly lit establishment, seeing all the booths empty and chairs placed upside down on the tables scattered haphazardly around the bar. An old-style jukebox stood with its lights turned off in the corner, just behind a dancefloor which could really use a polish.
“well,” Alex refilled John’s glass, “I don’t know what time bars close in South Carolina, but here, there’s not many people wanting a drink this late, I was just closing up anyway.”
“oh,” John’s gaze fell to his shoes “so I’m guessing you’re not looking at hiring anyone?”
Alex smiled and threw the dirty cloth he had been using to clean with into the nearest sink, “well not really but you’re kinda cute,” John blushed at the complement “got any experience working in bars? Most of you blow-ins usually do” Alex had hired blow-ins before, none of them ever staying longer than three months.
“yeah, I’ve worked in a few, here and there,” John smirked Alex, he was quite strong and had more than half a brain cell so he’d worked well in bars “but, you’re the one who knows all about us ‘blow-ins’ and how ‘cute’ we …show more content…
John decided to not mention that there were plenty other small towns in Nebraska where he could stay and get work.
Imperial was unlike any town John had ever drifted into. At first it felt like Plainview in Massachusetts because of the small brick houses, but then it seemed to resemble Sutherland, Illinois with the short, straight side streets, but really, Imperial was all of its own, John must have dreamt this place up. If not, he certainly dreamt up Alex, with his big green eyes and warm, dark skinned hands, he basically radiated energy and excitement and never seemed to be able to sit still, but the strangest thing about the smaller boy was he seemed to care about John.
Over the last month the two had become fast friends. Alex loved to hear stories of John’s exploits around the country and particularly enjoyed the story of how John and his friend Hercules had accidently crashed a swingers’ party in Tampa Bay, Florida.
John in turn loved hearing Alex talk about his life in Imperial “the news is almost always late,” Alex explained whilst cleaning one day “my hometown’s in the dark I swear!”
“In The Dark, USA?” John grinned at the laugh his comment had drawn out of Alex “got a ring don’t
“one day,” John gazed up at the moon “I will become even more of a space case then everyone already says I am.”
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Imperial Nebraska, not worth shit in John’s opinion but it did offer cheap dive bars always hiring blow-ins. John only ever stayed in one place for three months, staying any longer would cause him to feel stagnant, he never really hung around for long, Imperial would …show more content…
“so where is everyone?” John let go of Alex’s hand and looked around the dimly lit establishment, seeing all the booths empty and chairs placed upside down on the tables scattered haphazardly around the bar. An old-style jukebox stood with its lights turned off in the corner, just behind a dancefloor which could really use a polish.
“well,” Alex refilled John’s glass, “I don’t know what time bars close in South Carolina, but here, there’s not many people wanting a drink this late, I was just closing up anyway.”
“oh,” John’s gaze fell to his shoes “so I’m guessing you’re not looking at hiring anyone?”
Alex smiled and threw the dirty cloth he had been using to clean with into the nearest sink, “well not really but you’re kinda cute,” John blushed at the complement “got any experience working in bars? Most of you blow-ins usually do” Alex had hired blow-ins before, none of them ever staying longer than three months.
“yeah, I’ve worked in a few, here and there,” John smirked Alex, he was quite strong and had more than half a brain cell so he’d worked well in bars “but, you’re the one who knows all about us ‘blow-ins’ and how ‘cute’ we …show more content…
John decided to not mention that there were plenty other small towns in Nebraska where he could stay and get work.
Imperial was unlike any town John had ever drifted into. At first it felt like Plainview in Massachusetts because of the small brick houses, but then it seemed to resemble Sutherland, Illinois with the short, straight side streets, but really, Imperial was all of its own, John must have dreamt this place up. If not, he certainly dreamt up Alex, with his big green eyes and warm, dark skinned hands, he basically radiated energy and excitement and never seemed to be able to sit still, but the strangest thing about the smaller boy was he seemed to care about John.
Over the last month the two had become fast friends. Alex loved to hear stories of John’s exploits around the country and particularly enjoyed the story of how John and his friend Hercules had accidently crashed a swingers’ party in Tampa Bay, Florida.
John in turn loved hearing Alex talk about his life in Imperial “the news is almost always late,” Alex explained whilst cleaning one day “my hometown’s in the dark I swear!”
“In The Dark, USA?” John grinned at the laugh his comment had drawn out of Alex “got a ring don’t