A Stamp to mail my mind away Chapter 3 (c) 2022

  

 

 

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He was trying so hard to act like Peter hugging his girlfriend didn’t bother him.

 

“There’s some food up here, if ya’ll hungry!” Jude shouted from the porch. “Great, I’m very famished,” he said. Peter set her down, being sure to set her by his side, “Good to see you again, uh. Uh, uh. Uh?” Then Peter lunged forward as if he were trying to kiss him. “My name is Fred,” the boyfriend replied as he turned away to avoid the kiss, to no avail. “Right. Right. I love this guy.” Then they all walked upstairs.

 

There was a large table between two couches, on the front porch. The table had carved horse hooves at the end of its legs. The table was mahogany. Had an engraving on the other side of the table that read “Donated by loving musicians.”

 

Jude brought out three large pizzas from the kitchen.

“Anybody here? Sam said as he knocked on the front door. Sam brought with him his wife’s children, Barry and Mammie. It was part of the deal he had to make with his wife, so that he could hangout with his dear friend Jude. “It’ll be good for all of you to bond.” Sam knew the truth. She just wanted the house to herself for the weekend.

Barry was eighteen years of age. He was from her first marriage. Mammie was from his wife’s high school days in New Orleans. The story was that she was having an affair with a Voodoo Priest. Mammie had a fascination of everything that was of the occult, and Majick. She would definitely be an asset. She brought red wine.  Sam brought with him a large suitcase. It weighed over eighty pounds from having all the tracking supernatural gadgets inside of it. The gadgets including tools to pick up electronic, and magnetic fields, as well as night vision cameras.

 

“Awesome dude, I see you brought Mammie with you,” Peter said as he came to the door with pieces of cheese hanging from his face. “Come on in.” “Dude your face,” Mammie said rolling her eyes.

 

“I brought the Crossroads movie,” Sam said as he walked into the den.

 

Minutes later, Peter started the debate on the acting ability of Ralph Macchio, while he slowly drank from a chalice. He found the chalice in the tallest cabinet, over the refrigerator. The medieval looking relic was purposefully placed in a spot where who would be going out of their way to search for meanings in things that aren’t meant to be searched for. Mammie immediately recognized it as being a chalice that would be used in majickal rituals. The chalice hadn’t been washed from when it was used so long ago. He was too drunk and too high to care. He thought it was so cool to drink the red wine, that Mammie had brought, out of it. 

 

“You weren’t supposed to open that yet!” Mammie yelled. It was a special potion she had made for a specific purpose.

“Well, since I opened it, we might as well enjoy it,” Peter replied. There was one tale that Peter didn’t hear about. “There were two musicians. One came from Memphis. The other one came from Mississippi.”

 

“Oh yea, I’ve heard this one,” Peter interrupted her. He was thinking he had everyone fooled. Mammie loved toying with him. He believed every word she said. Usually, it was during those occasions when he’d come to visit Sam. Most of the time, he was drunk out of his mind.

 

“Well, anyway, who hasn’t heard of the Elvis and BB story?” They urged her to go on.

“Please don’t interrupt me again,” she said. Peter let out a disgruntled sigh.

 

“Anyway, Elvis and BB did a concert at a bar that overlooked The Singing River. If you don’t know, Native Americans haunt the river. These Native Americans walked into the river and drowned themselves, rather than be forced to take on the white man’s ways…”

 

 He noticed someone new, at the time, came to Lil D’s house. He was quite lively. He was dressed in what appeared to be a thrift store bought suit. The garments barely hung to his skinny frame.

 

“Hey Tom. It has been a while,” Lil D said.

“Dude, I have some really good news,” Tom said. He was very enthusiastic.

“Oh yea,” D replied. Then continued to break up the huge buds of the weed. Carlton and Jeremy pretended that Tom wasn’t there, as they still discussed their great futures.

 

“Yea man, there’s all these band scenes in Oxford. But all they seem to do is play the same music that plays on the radio over and over again.”

“Yea, like the songs they play all day on the radio.” He interrupted their conversation.

“You know, Jeremy you should come up, when you’re not being busy being the man and all. We could totally take over their lame music scene,” Carlton said.

“Definitely, after I get out of basic training,” Jeremy replied.

They both acted like he wasn’t even there. He just turned his attention to his musical composer. He was determined to create that hit song. A hit song that would solidify his value to them.

 

Somehow it stuck in his mind that many high folks have delusion of reference. That state of mind when one believes the universe totally exist to serve you without having to put in much, or no work.

 

His longing for acceptance had him doing and believing what his high friends believed. The main difference, between him and his friends, was that they had a steady stream of income coming in.

 

He watched as D. put some of the weed in a plastic sandwich bag and gave it to Tom. Tom gave him three twenty-dollar bills. “Yea Tom, I knew you were coming by when I just so happened to see a Tom and Jerry cartoon while I was going through my tv channels,” Lil D said as Tom was leaving.