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Adventures In Living With The Mythical |
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A military veteran is adopted by a werewolf and brought into his pack. Insanity ensues. About "Life With A Werewolf" Life with a werewolf is a dramatic blog. As such the characters in this blog are not real but maybe loosely based on real people. The situations represented are not real but maybe loosely based on real things that have happened in my life. There are a multitude of ways to view life, this is simply one of the ways I have chosen to view mine. Updated Every Friday unless I can't or don't want to. If this is your first time reading this...start here: https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/1040400-Welcome-To-The-Pack First compilation book will be available soon on Amazon. My book, "Dreamers of The Sea" is available now on Amazon: https://a.co/d/0uz7xa3 |
| It was an office day. Crash wore his white buttoned up shirt and tie. He sipped at a cup of coffee as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen as if he was pulling the very strength to face the day from it. When he lowered the cup, there was a far away look in his eye as he gazed upon the sink full of dishes that I'd end up washing later. It was as if he was wading through a memory. "What did you want to be when you were ten," he asked. His question caught me off guard. "Vodka taste tester." "Really?" He gave me a glare that made me chuckle. "YouTube streamer?" "YouTube wasn't around when you were ten." He took another sip from his coffee, drawing more strength. "What did you want to be," I asked. "Homeless." That caught me off-guard. "You wanted to be homeless?" "Well, I wanted to be a wanderer. To not have a permanent residence. Have enough cash to my name to just pull up stakes any time I liked. Be honest, I didn't see a point in even owning a car." I laughed. "I've seen how fast you run, wolf breath. You don't need a car." He chuckled. "Well, that's just it. I was going to be nomadic. Live on my own terms, on my own two feet. Leave when I wanted to, explore places that I wanted to explore, see things I wanted to see. No house, no town in the world was going to cage me down." "So, what happened," I asked. Crash shrugged. "Life. I remember just leaving when I was younger. You remember that?" I smiled. "Yes, I remember when you wanted to stand in five states at once, you remember that?" Crash laughed. "Darlene about killed me for that stunt." "My girl wasn't too happy either," I said. "But, we drove. I'd just gotten off work and stunk. But you wanted to leave, had to leave. I barely had time for a shower before we were in that crappy old Buick you had." Crash took a sip of his coffee. "Yeah, we listened to music all night. You kept trying to convince us that you could sing as good as Bon Scott." "Hey now! I think I'd make a great front man for AC/DC," I said in mock anger. "Jason, it's about time someone told you. You can't carry a tune in a bucket with a wheelbarrow." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I remember. You told me that that night. Even got Cynthia and Darlene to agree with you." I smiled into the memory. "But, we drove through that night. Us drinking, you not drinking. And we stopped by that state sign. The moon was full, shining directly down onto it, giving the state sign this almost silvery glow. And then, you walked over too it, and stood right there next to the sign. I got out with you, and stood beside you as Darlene took the photograph." Crash finished his coffee and set the cup down. "Wish I still had that thing." "What happened to it?" Crash turned to the back door and started heading towards it. "Got destroyed in a fight with The Nobility." I didn't say anything after that. Suddenly, I found my coffee cup more interesting as Crash put his shoes on and prepared to leave. "I miss being able to do that. That's what I've always wanted to do as a child. Just be able to get up and go. Explore the woods. See the mountains, or the beach, or just...whatever. Now, I'm here with you guys, I get stuck sometimes. It feels almost unnatural." "How about you take a vacation?" Crash looked at me. "Vacation?" It was as if I was speaking a foreign language. "Yes," I said in a singsong voice. "Vacation. The British call them 'Holidays'. It's where you visit a place for fun and to rest and relax from your regular job. Instead of, you know, killing people." "Very funny, I know what you mean. But, vacation?" "Yeah, vacation. Invite Elouise." Crash stood and looked out the door towards the woods. Then nodded. "I suppose so. There's things I do need to do. Vacation it is. You invite Elouise." "Me? Why me?" "Cause it's your idea. So, you're coming. I'll tell Mitch. I'll call the boss and get him to let Mitch fill in for a couple weeks while we're away." I could tell Crash was getting more excited the more he thought about it. "Hell, I'll even tell Mitch to watch the guys here. He'll love it, he needs it after his pet humans moved away again." "Mitch lost his pet humans again," I asked. Crash shook his head and opened the door. "Yeah, he comes on too strong, I think." "Yeah, I suppose so. That'd piss off most guys," I said. After we said our goodbyes, I walked over to Elouise's place. She was out in her garden that morning, sprucing up her double wide trailer. When I mentioned vacation with Crash, her exact words were "shit yeah, that'd be a whole heap of fun!" I think Sean and Kris are looking forward to us being gone. They'll get time to themselves that every couple needs now and again. Zack will do what he does: play video games and watch anime. Hopefully everything in the house will be fine. But still, I sat down near Valyur that night as he gazed up at the night sky, as if on patrol. "Ey, Meatie, I hear you and the fuzzy one are taking a little vacation, are ya?" I looked over at the lawn gnome. "How did you know?" He smiled. "I have my ways. That and you two aren't so quiet in the kitchen." I blushed in embarrassment. I'd said some awful things about lawn gnomes sitting at that table. "So, uh," I said, trying to get the memory of things I said out of my brain. "You willing to help watch over the place for the next couple of weeks while we run around?" Valyur smiled. "You actually trust a filthy statue to help you and your friends?" "Come on, Valyur, I didn't mean it that way," I began. His smile grew wider. "You'd trust a 'ceramic moron' to guard your property while you and fuzzy britches go away on your little sabbatical?" I had literally started waving my hands. "Listen, Valyur. I was just saying that I'd...." "You mean," he even started jabbing his finger in my chest as he spoke. "to tell me, you'd trust a 'demonic possessed ball of mud' while you and your furry pal go off hand and paw together?" "Hey now!" I poked back. "Watch it!" "Just pulling your chain, Meatie. I'll watch over the place for ya. You'll still have a shingle when you get back, and friends to share it with." "Thanks Valyur," I said. "But Meatie, don't forget: you owe me one after this." Way to make it ominous, Valyur. Still, I agreed. After all, he was helping me out, wasn't he? It's only fair I return the favor. I'm excited for our trip. I don't know what Crash has planned, but I know it's going to be fun. We are going in a more southerly direction, so it will be warmer as well, which is also fine. I got sunscreen. I also have a light coat packed. Knowing Crash, either or both could be required depending on what he has planned. |
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