Hooker Girl, The Legend Continues – 3 May 2014

That Saturday night started like any other would. Me, chilling in my room, when I find Gabin and Charles enter the scene. They start telling me about a weird tricycle that Gab made, and how it could coast down hills at considerable speeds, and even drift like a car.

 

So we set off in Charles’ beaner truck, and drove toward Nick’s house. We got there to find an eerie sight: Nick’s front door was wide open. We tried to peer through, to see if anyone was home, but could not see anyone. We went around the back and into his house, but we could not hear anyone either. Deciding that the situation was a little too spooky for us, we left.

 

So we drove around the neighborhoods at the base of the hills and found some nicely sloped streets. As we were going around, I noticed that Charles had a tan-colored squirrel stuffed animal hanging from his mirror with a huge fluffy tail, and a fake mustache stuck on it.

 

“What is this shit supposed to be, Totoro?” I asked, tapping the squirrel.

 

“I got this at the zoo, I like it,” he explained. His story seemed to check out.

 

I was the first one to ride the trike, and it went way faster than I anticipated. I had to hold on super tight, and it made my hands sore afterward.

 

Gabin went down the biggest hill, next to Nick’s dad’s house, and afterward said he had almost been attacked by a dog. (I didn’t see any dog, he’s probably full of shit.)

 

When it was Charles’ turn to go down a hill, I came up with a dastardly plan.

 

“When he comes back up, toss this firework at him!” I told Gabo.

 

“Alright, I’ll hide in the bed of the truck, and you tell me when he’s close.”

 

Charles was taking his damn sweet time coming back up and Gabin kept asking “is he here yet? Is he coming? I’m going to pop up and he’s going to be too close or something.”

 

I gave him a countdown from five to quiet him down, but when I hit ‘zero,’ Charles was still across the street. Gavin popped out of the bed of the truck, lit the firework, and tossed it. It made decent range and landed near Charles, but what would you know, it just burnt out. What else could you expect from cheap Mexican fireworks?

 

We were getting pretty hungry, so we decided to take a trip to Jack in the Box. We pulled into the parking lot, parked, and started to head in. Gavin took Charles’ stuffed squirrel and placed it on the front of his pants so that the squirrel’s tail resembled a furry wiener. He then proceeded to chase Charles and me around with the squirrel-tail wiener.

 

Me and Gab decided to get the Blazin’ Chicken Sandwich, which was supposedly the spiciest thing on the menu, containing ghost pepper sauce and jalapenos. Charles, keeping true to his adopted Hispanic heritage, got some tacos. The sandwich was surprisingly good, and not as hot as the hype made it out to be, (it did, however, wreck my insides the next day).

 

We saw this extremely attractive, redheaded, very young lady outside walk into the restaurant with a slight limp. She had long hair, a figure-hugging black outfit with a tight, short skirt, and dark nylons. Her face looked rather innocent. Her legs drew my gaze quickly and kept it.

 

Charles recognized her almost immediately as someone he went to high school with. Her appearance and unique walk, along with the street we were currently on, (Thompson Blvd, a street notorious for prostitutes), led us to give her the pseudonym Hooker Girl.

 

Gavin recalled how surprising it was for the girl to end up in the lifestyle we assumed she had, as he remembered her to be one of the smart ones. Charles rebuked him, and recalled more confidently that she was actually part of the druggie group in high school. One thing we agreed on was the she did not look particularly ‘worn-in,’ the common look for people of her perceived profession, therefore this must have been her first year doing it.

 

After we were done there, we unwound at Gabo’s house with some root beer around a fire pit, and reminisced about the day, and the further past. Just as the fire in that pit burned so long as we were there to add wood to it, so shall the legend of Hooker Girl survive, as long as we are there to recall it.

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