East Avenue
3
It was a funny thing, being repulsed by nearly everything. The touch of a leaf, the photos in a magazine, the smell of rain after a storm, the face of a stranger, males, females, bus windows, stained clothing, long fingernails, bags underneath eyes, boring television, the solar system- it was sometimes the sheer disinterest in something that caused the extreme revulsion. Anything that wasn’t important, that wasn’t useful in some way, was nearly unbearable. It was ugly. If my brain doesn’t gain from it, it turns to waste. Reading and learning, Joey even… deemed fit in my mind. I cannot rot.
“Garrett you fucking idiot. You know, you know how Joey feels about you- I can see it. And you’re not stupid. Dragging him out to some park so you can read in front of him, he doesn’t know what to feel about it. Fuck, getting him excited. To think he wanted to spend some time with you! Trust me, I don't understand it either.”
I looked up. “I finished Cat’s Cradle. I want Joey to read it, I feel like he could really like it too.”
Margaret shook her head, smiling softly. “That’s nice. But quit jerking him around.”
“Garrett you fucking idiot. You know, you know how Joey feels about you- I can see it. And you’re not stupid. Dragging him out to some park so you can read in front of him, he doesn’t know what to feel about it. Fuck, getting him excited. To think he wanted to spend some time with you! Trust me, I don't understand it either.”
I looked up. “I finished Cat’s Cradle. I want Joey to read it, I feel like he could really like it too.”
Margaret shook her head, smiling softly. “That’s nice. But quit jerking him around.”