Eventually, my mother saw us and started yelling until we stopped. - "That’s it," my mother said while cleaning a large portion of blood off of the white living room carpet. “You boys have to stop fighting.” A simple phone started this downward spiral. When Trevor was on the phone with Haley, I was annoyed and suspicious, but I didn’t let the matter pester me too much. On the other hand, seeing Trevor cup her butt in his hand and kiss her at church, confirmed my suspicions - and my anger was let loose. And over the next few weeks, after I had realized that Trevor was with my ex-girlfriend, I tried to convince my parents to kick Trevor out of the house. But they wouldn’t do it, they said that it wasn’t that big of a deal if Trevor wanted
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Mount Marathon could be seen in the distance as early morning mists mingled with our boat lights, as we sent flashing signals to a nearby fishery, letting them know that we were on our way to unload our catch. I was making six grand every month in Alaska. I was glad to be out of Idaho. I was glad I didn’t have to see Trevor and Haley make-out at church anymore. Walking past my bunk, I saw Eddie my fellow crewmate. “Hey, I’m never leaving this place, it’s great here.” I said. He slapped his forehead with his had, “oh son, shut up shut up, you’ve only been here a few weeks – you know nothing”, he said back, his smoker’s cough making his voice crack with sounds varying in pitch. Eddie was a short, bald, one-eyed, strung out, Pilipino that was 20 years my senior. He shaved his head in the shower. Only bought Tom Ford parfum and soap. And ate white rice and Coca-Cola for every single meal. And when the boat would go to the coast to unload, he would invite me to go with him to the bars to drink and do drugs. Eddie made money working in Alaska for eight months out of the year on a boat, and then for the other four months, he would travel back to the Philippines to live like a king, through the exploitation of the American dollars exchange rate. I had never met anyone like him before, he was wiry and loud, and by no means a
Mount Marathon could be seen in the distance as early morning mists mingled with our boat lights, as we sent flashing signals to a nearby fishery, letting them know that we were on our way to unload our catch. I was making six grand every month in Alaska. I was glad to be out of Idaho. I was glad I didn’t have to see Trevor and Haley make-out at church anymore. Walking past my bunk, I saw Eddie my fellow crewmate. “Hey, I’m never leaving this place, it’s great here.” I said. He slapped his forehead with his had, “oh son, shut up shut up, you’ve only been here a few weeks – you know nothing”, he said back, his smoker’s cough making his voice crack with sounds varying in pitch. Eddie was a short, bald, one-eyed, strung out, Pilipino that was 20 years my senior. He shaved his head in the shower. Only bought Tom Ford parfum and soap. And ate white rice and Coca-Cola for every single meal. And when the boat would go to the coast to unload, he would invite me to go with him to the bars to drink and do drugs. Eddie made money working in Alaska for eight months out of the year on a boat, and then for the other four months, he would travel back to the Philippines to live like a king, through the exploitation of the American dollars exchange rate. I had never met anyone like him before, he was wiry and loud, and by no means a