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The Day We Became Men, Chapter 1 |
| Written by Nate Stanford | |
| Friday, 11 July 2008 | |
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"It's the fabric of your wallet, not the fabric of the universe. Relax" "Could you give me some space, Jonah? Jesus Christ, breathing down the back of my damn neck." I blurted back at him, looking back at my wallet and steadying the blade. I took aim and went for a slice, just grazing the top of the Vel-cro strip along the outer edge of the wallet. Several little black hairs rested on the top of the blade. I repositioned the knife again, and stared intently at the daunting black Vel-cro. This whole situation was pretty stupid, but all these little things counted if I wanted to become a man. Jonah had told me once that if I walked into a bar and tried to pay for beer and everybody heard the Vel-cro strip unlatch, they would all beat me up. I sliced quickly, the Vel-cro quickly slicing off and curling up. I investigated the patch where it used to be. "Damnit, Jonah! Look what you did?" "What, what did I do?" I pointed to the wallet, the little curly yellow strings jutting out from the wallet. "Fray! Its gonna fray!" "Calm the hell down, Henry. We'll sear it with a lighter and then it will stop." Living in Albany was a natural thing for me. I moved to Albany when my Dad got a job as a financial analyst at a place called Frost & Sullivan that was located in Albany. We moved from South Burlington, a city in Vermont, so it wasn't that drastic of a change. Albany was a very cozy city, you knew the workers of the grocery store by name, you sometimes would get a discount from the butcher when you picked up meat for dinner. But sometimes, things like that had its downfalls. You shared a bike with your brother, your sister, and your cousin, and if anybody caught you doing anything in the street, chances were they knew you're mom and would tell her about it. "Henry?" "Yeah?" "Lets go to the pool." Copyright 2008 Nate Stanford |
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