Chapter 2

• Author: DeeZy (64.89.214.---)
• Verified User: davidzackus
• Date Posted: 11-21-06 14:48

Waking up with a dull hangover, DeeZy heads to the fridge. Nothing satisfying there. What about tomato soup? Yep, that will do for now. Dave peers out the window to find his moped standing at attention right outside his bedroom window. It winks, and Dave winks and waves back with a crooked smile.
He remenisces on the day his mother told him that making faces could make it stick like that, so he does his best to hold a normal face. As he sips the bitter dregs from his cup of milky pink soup, DeeZy wonders why his right sock has a stupid hole in it. Shoving his finger through it leads to reassure him that it is indeed a hole. He ignores it with the best of intentions, and tosses his thoughts toward his moped again.
Deciding to clothe himself, for some odd reason, Dave mounts his bike. Positioning that left pedal a bit forward, he spins it over and starts the contraption, and pops it into first gear. Revving the motor, and doing a serious 2 inch wheelie, Dave leaves the yard.
“On Donner, On Blitzen.” He yells, as he turns onto the main road. The smell of coal being burned somewhere near turns his nose inside out.
“Man I hate that smell,” he brumbles under his breath. He never did like that stench, and wonders why some people don’t just burn wood, like everybody else.
Then it happens…. A gust of wind from the side, and Dave gets pissed. If there’s one thing he cannot stand it’s wind! He hurls insults at it. It only increases, and even strikes at Dave right ear for a solid 4 seconds worth of nawing.
“I hate you, wind!” Dave even yells, to no avail. If there were no wind, there would be no kites. He comforts himself with this fact, and forgets about the blowing tyrant.
Dave decides to ride up on the hill first and check out the entire sky. This takes about 3 hours worth of counting clouds, catagorizing them, seperating, and stacking them into small but usefull piles.
Taking too long, he gets stiff knees and wobbles over to the moped with full eyes, and a happy heart. His day is starting off rather well. Wishing there were still lilacs in bloom, Dave heads for the women’s clothing store. He parks on the sidewalk, and stampers in. There’s a stairway in the back of the store. He wlaks about two thirds the way up them and sits down. From here he can ogle over the ladies in the changing rooms, that are lined up for gazing form his perch. He sniffs the air as a larger lady tries on a blouse. Nothing.
He smells once again as a red haired lass makes her way into some panty hose. Nothing.
Then out of no where, comes this innocent darling of a creature from upstairs. The scent of purple lilacs accomidate her arousing form. The weeping starts nearly immediately as Dave stands up and introduces himself. She admits that she likes lilacs as well.
While all this was happening, DeeZy notices that his front fender shook a little loose. Yes, it interrupts his daydreaming ride, as he has to pull over and pull it up a little.
“Why didn’t I bring along the fender-jack?” he thinks as he throws a pouty look at it. With a willingness to ignore the rattle, he hops back on and pedals it to a start this time. A bird flies by and Dave ducks down to not get grazed by it. Birds really bother this guy!
Humbled by the fender experience, Dave loads his body up once again, and rides off along Spring Creek.
“Look at that pretty water,” he whispers as he drives by standing up and looking over the edge. 2 little snakes call his name, as Dave rides on by never even noticing them.
A school bus pulls up behind him, and blasts its airbrakes, startling poor the poor moped rider right off into the weeds and bushes. A couple of thorns find their way into Dave’s right thigh, and one short operation later, he is able to cure himself of them. He notices a birdnest crumbled near his feet, and DeeZy nearly messes his pants. You’ d never know now, that Dave really likes busses. In fact if I didn’t know him, I wouldn’t know at this point whether he did or not.
Well this being enough for now, Dave decides to wonder on home. He pulls out another thorn unnoticed before, and is swayed to yelp, but doesn’t. Arriving at his house, DeeZy dismounts, and heads over and just sits there on his porch.
“What a wonderfully pleasent ride that was!” he tells himself, “what a really wonderfull one!”



The End