This One Time...

Where I live, there is nothing to do.

Nothing to do anywhere. Ever. It's a small town that is the centerpiece for a bunch of suburban areas and is the only thing resembling a city in, probably the entire state. People hang out on the streets just doing drugs and whatever else happened to be in what was just sold to them. An environment like this tends to attract all sorts of interesting folk, many of them creepy and some just straight up bizarre and while From here on out, when I refer to any story that takes place in this setting, I will refer to it as a Downtown Story. Although I mentioned creepy people, this story has nothing to do with any of them. But trust me when I say they are creepy. Y'know that kind of guy.

This kind of guy.

One of the many popular places to be

Are the train tracks. I go down with ifmymemoryservesme.jpeg, three other people. We will call them, Broman, Cool Kid and Eben. Broman is pretty outdoorsy. He plays sports but isn't so far gone that he could be called a jock. Besides he watches a shit-load of Anime so that makes up for it. Cool Kid is the type who prefers winter and stays inside, playing video games most of the time. He also tends to wear all black but that's not a very important detail. Eben is... just Eben. I don't know, he's hard to describe. I might have an entire blog post on this person at some point.

So anyway, we walk down the small hill in between buildings to get to the train tracks. They're not heavily trafficked, (I think they get one or two trains a day?) so it's quite safe to walk all over them.

The first thing we notice when we get down there is a glass bottle that would've been used to hold Vodka. Now, down by those tracks you find discarded glass bottles all the time. It's the kind of place where hobos stand solemnly before getting arrested and pulling fake weapons on the cop (And yes that did actually happen once). The only thing that made this glass different was that it was upright on some concrete steps (That have honestly, never seen use. They lead up to a door which is basically barricaded) and the bottle wasn't empty. It was half full of not vodka but a mysterious yellow liquid.

A bit like this except a vodka bottle... and also less yellow liquid...

If you're thinking what we were thinking then you're a normal person. After standing around for awhile we decided to go but instead of going back the usual way, we decided to take a different way that involved running up a steep dirt slope to get to an alleyway and then the main street. Cool Kid decided he'd go first so he started running up the hill. Broman followed suit followed by Eben followed by me. When we were nearing the top I suddenly spotted two people talking right where we would have to walk past. If you've been to this town, then you know that you don't want to just walk by any old person in an alleyway, it's simply not recommended.

Seeing this...

I decide to bail. They were probably just normal people, but I wasn't going to have anything to do with it. I promptly turn around and start to head back down. Eben sees this go down and follows me in the bail. Broman sees Eben go and, like him also decides to quit. So, Cool Kid is the odd man out and is the only one who doesn't see any of this. While he maks it to the top, we make it to the bottom and we all silently agree to play this up in the most dickish way possible.

Cool Kid, upon arriving at the summit, turns around to find that we are not behind him. He looks down and there we are running away. I look back. We make eye contact. He holds his arms out on either side in confusion and I flip him off, naturally. He notices the creepy duo standing right near him in the dark and they see him. Before it was too late he started running back down the slope and we start heading towards the small hill that we came down. As he Cool Kid hits the bottom of the dirt slope, we pass the concrete steps and Broman grabs the bottle of mysterious yellow liquid and...

Don't ever ask why but...

Throws it at him. Or more or less in his direction. The throw had a lot of hight to it as the distance was far. It comes down onto the tracks and shatters audibly. Two other people who were chatting at the top of the hill Broman, Eben and I are running up, hear this and turn to look for what may have caused it just as we come around the corner into sight. Thinking quickly, we all turn to look for the noise as well, pretending to be confused (Keep in mind this all happened in a matter of seconds). We then pretend that we don't care, shrug it off and walk away as if we had nothing to do with it.

The next person to come up that hill is Cool Kid. The two guys immediately assume that it's Cool Kid who was smashing things and looks at him warily. One of them threatens to call the cops. Cool Kid runs and meets us around the corner on the street. He's pretty good natured about such things and doesn't get all pissy over it, so we move on.

And that is one of my many stories.