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immortalpark · 2 years

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Chapter two: This dude named Michael - 1

CRAIG: Oh, Token, wanna come to the park with me, Clyde and Jimmy? Afterwards we’re gonna visit Tweek.

TOKEN: A-ah… n-no thanks. I’m good.

CRAIG: Eh. Suit yourself. See you later, Tokes.

…

KENNY: Shit.

TERRANCE: Well, that went poorly.

KENNY: What did I just do?!

TERRANCE: Shut it. Save your breakdown for later.

TERRANCE: He doesn’t seem to be in the right mindset to be hired yet… let’s give him a few days.

TERRANCE: We should move on to the next person in the meantime.

KENNY: I’d rather die than suffer the thought of killing another one of my friends!

TERRANCE: I'll let you choose who to spread rumours about.

TERRANCE: Make the whole town mad at them and burn them at the stake or whatever this hick town will decide to do.

TERRANCE: Can you handle that, moron?

KENNY: Asshole.

KENNY: Let’s see…

KENNY: Who’s someone that doesn’t seem to be affected by anything in the world?

CRAIG: Hey, guys.

CLYDE: Oh, what a surprise. Token isn’t here! He must be hanging out with his new boyfriend Kenny!

CRAIG: Psch. He was acting weird when I tried talking to him. All nervous.

JIMMY: F-first date jitters?

CRAIG: He betrayed the friend group, let’s just show him we’re fine without him and play some hoops.

CLYDE & JIMMY's PHONES: PING!

CLYDE: Uh… actually, I have to go…

JIMMY: M-me too…

CRAIG: But we didn’t even play yet- Okay, whatever.

CRAIG: Guess it’s just an opportunity to visit Tweek early.

CRAIG: Hey, Tweek.

TWEEK: …

CRAIG: Oh, what did I do this time?

TWEEK: You know what you did, dick face!

CRAIG: I didn’t do anything. You’re making stuff up again.

TWEEK: OH YEAH?! So this post on Eavesdropper is just a total lie?!

CRAIG: Jesus christ, Tweek. Yes. You have to learn to not believe everything you see on the internet.

CRAIG: Next you’ll say North Korea’s after you again.

CRAIG: Who even posted that? I bet it was Cartman just trying to stir things up again.

TWEEK: DOESN’T MATTER! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

CRAIG: Honey. Calm down. I didn’t do anything.

TWEEK: GAAAAAAH!!!

TWEEK: STOP ACTING LIKE I’M CRAZY!

…

CRAIG: And then he threw coffee on me. Can you believe him?

ALL: …

CRAIG: Oh, you guys aren’t seriously on his side, are you? He does this, like, once every week.

JIMMY: I-I don’t know, Craig. I did see you look s-suspiciously at Michael a f-fe-few days ago…

CRAIG: Dude, what? That’s ‘cause he was smoking indoors--

JIMMY’s DAD: Hey, Jimmy, are you masturbating?

JIMMY: Wha-- J-Jesus christ, Dad! No!

JIMMY’s DAD: Alright, well, come downstairs. Dinner’s ready.

CLYDE: I gotta go too. Cya, guys. Bye… Craig…

CRAIG: Ugh!

CRAIG: Token? What are you still doing here? Are you not on Tweek’s side?

TOKEN: Oh, um. I wasn’t really paying attention. Sorry.

CRAIG: Well, I gotta go to sleep. I have to deal with everyone at school tomorrow...

TOKEN: Actually… Craig? Can I talk to you about something…?

CRAIG: Uh. Sure?

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CRAIG: Token? Are you there?

CRAIG: Ugh. Whatever. It’s late anyway.

...

TOKEN: Mom, Dad, why did the wifi cut out?!

TOKEN’s MOM: I’m not sure, but Token, honey, will you please come sit with us for dinner? We have something to talk about…

TOKEN: Um… alright.

TOKEN’s DAD: Erm… Token, you’re not involved in any drugs or anything, right…?

TOKEN: What?! No!

TOKEN’s MOM: It’s just that… you’ve been seeming off lately.

TOKEN’s MOM: It’s been since you’ve hung out with that McCormick boy.

TOKEN’s DAD: You see, Token… that boy comes from a… low income family.

TOKEN’s DAD: And people who come from low income families usually tend to resort to drugs…

TOKEN’s DAD: And I’m not just stereotyping. The McCormick’s have been busted for meth multiple times!

TOKEN: It’s not like that.

TOKEN: Kenny hasn’t even done drugs in forever.

TOKEN’s PARENTS: …

TOKEN’s MOM: Well… uh. We just don’t want you to hang out with that boy anymore, alright? That Tucker boy is worrisome as well…

TOKEN: You don’t have to worry about that anymore…

TOKEN: ...

TOKEN: Actually... I don't think I'm all that hungry... can I go to bed early tonight?

TOKEN’s MOM: Um… of course, Token.

…

CRAIG’s FAMILY: …

CRAIG: What.

TRICIA: Oh golly gee. It’s the floozy.

CRAIG: What the hell are you talking about?

CRAIG’s DAD: Cheating on Tweek?! Are you out of your mind? Do you know how many people are outraged, Craig?!

CRAIG: But I didn’t--

CRAIG’s DAD: Look how upset your mother is!

CRAIG: It’s crazier that you care so much.

CRAIG’s DAD: Get out of my house!

CRAIG: How annoying. Why do people care so much about me and Tweek.

CRAIG: Hopefully this will just blow over.

CRAIG: I’ll find Tweek and apologise and everyone will just forget all of this.

...

CRAIG: Hey, Tweek.

TWEEK: GAH! What the hell do you want?!

CRAIG: I’ve come to apologise.

TWEEK: Y-you can’t just fix this with an apology!

CRAIG: I’m sorry for hurting your feelings.

CRAIG: Even though I didn’t even do anything.

TWEEK: HEY!!!! I-I know for a fact y-you did! You’ve been acting shady!

CRAIG: What? No I haven’t.

TWEEK: YEAH YOU HAVE! Y-you didn’t come to school a few days ago! A-and ignored my texts!

CRAIG: Tweek. I was sick. I told you.

TWEEK: How believable!

TWEEK: I thought I could trust you, man!

CRAIG: I’m telling you, Tweek. I’m completely innocent. I don’t even know who would want to make up those rumours.

TWEEK: I really thought… thought you-- you wouldn’t betray me…

CRAIG: Tweek, don’t be dramatic.

TWEEK: I-I thought you were nice!

CRAIG: Dude--

CRAIG: ...

MICHAEL: Hey.

CRAIG: If you’ve come to spit in my face, do it already.

MICHAEL: Can I talk to you. In private?

CRAIG: Uh. Ok.

CRAIG: You gonna use your witch powers and curse me or something?

MICHAEL: Jee, I thought you would be depressed enough to join us, but it looks like you’re still the same butthole you always were.

CRAIG: Did you just make me come here to insult me?

CRAIG: I’m leaving.

MICHAEL: Hold on. You still have potential, Tucker.

MICHAEL: You just need some eyeliner and you'll fit right in...

CRAIG: Hey, what the hell’s wrong with you?! Get that away from me!

CRAIG: You’re so weird and creepy. No wonder everyone runs from you people.

CRAIG: I'm going back inside.

CARTMAN: CRAIG WHY ARE YOU SUCH A JIZZ BAG?!?!?

CARTMAN: YOU HAVE TO GET BACK WITH TWEEK RIGHT NOW!

CRAIG: Fuck off, fat boy.

CRAIG: It’s you who’s spreading the rumours, isn’t it?

CARTMAN: NUH-UH!

CARTMAN: Explain this pic of you and that emo kid Michael that JUST got posted!

CARTMAN: Why were you smooching on him just now?!

CRAIG: What?

CRAIG: That didn't happen. He only just leaned into m...

CRAIG: Hey.

CRAIG: It’s that dickhead Michael who’s spreading these rumours.

CARTMAN: That asshole!

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psychedelictrashpanda · 4 years

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stuck in the middle with me

In addition to always feeling trapped, I also get to feel like I’m always stuck at a crossroads I can’t ever make progress in deciding which direction to take. With myself of course, is it fair to the other person for me to be dating in such a poor mental state? Wearing loneliness like an old familiar jacket, it just stinks sometimes, really need to wash out that old perspective and embrace solitary living -- I used to be so good at it!

Right now I could start up this t-shirt thing. Get a screen printing set up and actually follow through on the whole idea I started years ago but abandon because heat-press tshirts were low quality trash I didn’t want to deal with. In addition to or instead of, I can also go the mushroom route. Practice growing all sorts to sell to chefs and such, maybe in the future land an opportunity to grow cubes as a legal profession.

Both of those are entirely possible and would help me immensely. But it implies two things: a definite move away from the company, which is gonna be another obligatory rift to deal with, and staying in Oklahoma, which at least would please the family and balance out that rift? Assuming I explain the other option is getting the fuck out.

I’m still considering the vandwelling idea I’m always building on that I’ve recently categorized as a dream because it seems simultaneously so easy and close to reality but far away and something I’ll never have the courage to go through with. It’s been in my head, well really since I was a child, but in planning mode for years now before it became a trendy scene. Now Joseph gets to leave for months at a time fulfilling the dream I had and it’s all fine and okay for him because he’s volunteering when he does it I guess.

I have to pretend I’m typing so my coworker, who is my old friend from childhood that I should be more happy to talk with since I don’t see and work with often, will stop talking to me and leave me alone. Should I feel guilty? After seeing so much Larry David, to be honest, heh, I’m starting to feel less bad about the things I want. Oh you know what that reminds me -- this thing with benzos I’m going through relates. Because I’m either riddled with anxiety and apologetic and let people walk all over me and am self deprecating and blahblah a lot of the usual depression type symptoms I suppose, or I take a medicinal dose of a benzo and I don’t take any shit from anyone. I think it depends on the benzo tbh and I’m about to try a new grey market one anyway so maybe that will work in just the right medicinal way that I need it to. Only some make me sort of cranky, and valium seems to be one I guess, but it’s also because at too low a dose it doesn’t seem to do me much good so I have to get to just enough of a dose to feel sleepy from which is also enough to get edgy from. But also, I always neglect the entourage effect, and I think it applies to EVERYTHING in life. Case in point, if I weren’t already depressed and in a bad place in my life, I wouldn’t get the negative symptoms from the medicines I need as much. (side note: no really I identify a lot with Larry David, and in some twisted way that helps me)

Oh okay yeah vandwelling. I really don’t like the term. Mostly because it evokes a hipster sort of image. And I will be that hipster considering I’m going to get a good start and I suppose by the bare fact it’s by choice and not necessity? Fuck that, this is that “worrying about what other people think” bullshit I’m needing to get over. I’m so sick of it. I’m so tired of worrying about my image and what people think of me. I think so low of me because if I were looking at me through their eyes I would think low of me, curse of the gaze of the other maybe if I knew what that philosophical concept meant specifically... Keep going off track. That’s why I like Zizek so much, totally identify with his ramblings that go off in weird directions and have weird analogies and whathaveyou. I’m feeling prettay prettay prettay Larry Zizek today. Or maybe I should be Slavoj David right now with his name first because I’m feeling more pessimistic ala Zizek than go-get-the-world ala L.D. God. This rambling. I want to do the vandwelling.... let me start ANOTHER paragraph on that...

I have this Ford F150. I’m super happy I have a newish vehicle now that I don’t have to worry about but it is unfortunate it’s a V8. Probably making a bigger deal about that than I should. Being a minimalist and really just living out of a vehicle should offset the carbon footprint of that big motor, which will make itself useful I’m more than sure. I’m probably more concerned of the gas cost really, but I have to figure out avenues for income to begin with while on the road. Being a journeyman plumber and having other construction experience, it shouldn’t be hard to find side jobs if I bring my toolbags with me. Before I even hit the road though, if I can make it happen, there’s a lot I need to do: Get a camper top. Learn some new skills to carry with me on the road; I can teach myself the skid-steer for sure, maybe even a backhoe which would be nice. Also learn digital skills for online jobs; brush up on doing some graphics like posters or maybe finally the video editing. I have a ton of outdoor camping/hiking/such equipment from always planning on doing those things but never following through so I’m good on that front. Get prescriptions to the meds I need so I don’t have to carry benz and stims on the road. Make sure I’m completely legal but stocked up on stuff like kratom or cbd and such. TONS of Soylent, powder and liquid, or try huel for powder. Maybe some cheap foodstuffs too, cans and/or ramen, etc. Got plenty of reading and writing material. Need to get those last few things on amazon to complete the vandwelling electronic necessities and things of that nature.

eh I dunno maybe I’ma save this draft but I’m posting tonight whether I finish it or not. enough of this saving a draft for days, I should be writing more everyday anyway. ugh I forgot I’m coming in at four tomorrow. and forgot to mention I think it’s official I’m fucking done with this place cause I just can’t work with family. it’s so goddamn frustrating cause no matter what I look like an asshole. it makes me fe-- ugh this is a whole other post. I gotta work too early tomorrow for how much I’ve put into this so far.

#tshirts #vandwelling #benzo #high #grass #poptarts

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