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|The Path of Thought (standard:other, 2987 words)|
|Author: Colombianito||Added: Jan 08 2008||Views/Reads: 1956/1264||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Two friends and two different ways to make one's path through life.|
You have to think positively. You can't let your mind drag you into a dark place of inaction and self-pity. Everything that you say and think carries with it a vibration that starts building your material reality, bit by bit. That was Manny's rap lately. And it just wasn't sinking in with Gregorio, it wasn't resonating, and meanwhile Manny saw Gregorio walking through life like a paranoiac enveloped in a brownish haze, waiting to be bitten or stabbed. As much as he tried, Manny just couldn't relate. He and Gregorio had been friends for many years, since childhood practically, and Manny thought he knew Gregorio better than anyone else, but as of late, Gregorio's precipitous fall into depression was leaving Manny at a loss, and he wasn't comfortable with losing. So he kept trying. Gregorio and his dad moved three houses down the street from Manny's and within a day or two, Manny's mother, Anna, made him come with her to deliver a tray of cookies to welcome the new neighbors. Gregorio wasn't home presently but his dad mentioned to Anna that he had a thirteen-year old himself and wouldn't it be nice for them to meet so Gregorio could start making friends in the neighborhood. “I got it covered,” said Anna, winking. The next Saturday, she hosted a barbeque for friends and neighbors and Manny invited Gregorio to his room and showed him the Guns N' Roses poster he had up on the wall above his bed, one where they're all sitting on the floor and Slash is holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and he also let him play a few riffs on the Fender Stratocaster he kept always plugged in and hooked to the amp. They became friends on the spot. Gregorio was intelligent and precocious, ahead of boys his age when it came to trying and knowing things, but not applied as a student. His mother had died when he was five but he had hardly any memories of her, except some very early ones that had possibly been enriched and made vivid in his mind by his dad's emotive retelling of those “most wonderful years.” Dad was more of a friend, a supportive older brother. They horse played, went to hockey games, built soap box cars, stayed up late watching movies on school days, and they also cleaned the house and cooked together. At school, Gregorio knew how to talk, lie, or craft his way out of trouble - trouble that as he got older was increasingly underscored by girls and booze. And Manny was almost always there with him, by his side, enjoying the thrill of mischief from the periphery, from a safe distance, so that he too wouldn't get in trouble, and he rarely did. Manny loved music, Rock and Roll especially, and when he wasn't riding his bike around town with Gregorio (and later riding in Gregorio's 1976 Tercel), he was in his room, playing his guitar along to Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath records. He never got good enough to be in a band, never could write a tune of his own or memorize tabs. Gregorio didn't show up to graduation. He had gotten drunk the night before and didn't attend the ceremony or even the party that Anna had prepared for him and Manny. He later told Manny that at the mall he had run into Laura McDonough, the sluty redhead who had told them at homeroom that she was going to become a stripper to pay for college and was going to be set for life by twenty-five, with a big house and a college education. She and Gregorio had gotten drunk at Laura's aunt's house where they spent the night and had sex. He had been too hung over to wake up in time so he spent the day sleeping, vomiting, and ransacking the aunt's refrigerator. Manny remembered seeing Laura at graduation and feeling something like sexual nostalgia, like an unpleasant, cold tingling in his groin and his chest, knowing he'd never again be in the same classroom with Laura where he could busy himself making out the shape of her breasts through her jersey or picturing a gig with his imaginary band and spotting Laura cheering him on from front row. Manny had never shared these fantasies with Gregorio. Manny went off to college in North Carolina and Gregorio stayed behind in Minneapolis, for a year and a half. Manny would call him;, write him letters, and later emails. The girls here are hot, I'm growing a goatee, me and some guys from the dorm put together a bluegrass band, I learned to play the banjo. C'mon man, I know you'll like it here, you don't have to pick a major yet, just come on down! So he did. Gregorio applied and was accepted to North Carolina State and Click here to read the rest of this story (225 more lines)
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