Less Than Thin Liz

So that night I had been thrown back and booted out of the apartment. Thrown out of the apartment my friend and ex-rehab attendant Christina lived in by her FRIEND, a skinny single mother of two who had been staying there because she was in between houses. Her boyfriend and children were coming in town to stay a few days and since i was the odd-man-out with the couch-space I had to go. I had been wandering and meandering for that entire day until nightfall. I was deep in thought about the idea that I was going nowhere on the account I had nowhere to go. So in theory I was lost but not the feeling of panic and horror you get when you don't know where you are going physically, but a new feeling of freedom and awareness to the surroundings around me. It was a weird place to be at that time, my head that is. So I took yet another long drag off my cigarette and looked up and I saw a kid who didn’t look to unlike me. A sight such as this even in Austin were few and far between so when I caught a glimpse of this boy in an old ripped and stained Oxymoron shirt, I knew I had to make myself known. So I just walked up to him, introduced myself as the name I had been given by fellow travelers I'd met along my way(Checkers on account of my hair). He said his name was Justin and he told me about this girl whom he'd been squatting (for those who don't know, squatting can be best described as a more scenic route to drifting. For those who don't know what a drifter is, stop reading 'cuz you won't understand any of this.) with for about a month. I thought to myself, "What the Hell? I got nowhere to go, why not?" So I asked him if they were interested in having an addition to their vagrant collection. He said he'd run it by her when she came to pick him up about a mile down the way. We walked and talked, and drank and stank. He told me all about how he and this tramp (train hopper that rides freight) named Huckleberry, or "Huck" for short, had hopped a train out of Spokhan,Washington and that’s how they ended up here. I asked where Huck was and he told me I'd be meeting him later when that girl (named Liz) picked us up. We sat in front of the 7-11 and waited until she finally pulled up in her 87 or 88 Cutlass. I peered into the front window and saw her, a portly looking gal with a shaved head all except for a green and orange piece of hair flowing in front of her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and got in. I learned that Huck was still at the pad and I'd meet him soon. So we drove and she leaned over to Justin and said, "Another little squatter for me to take care of?" Justin shrugged his shoulders and muttered something I couldn’t understand. I took that time to let her know that I appreciated her letting me squat at her place. When we arrived at her apt., I noticed that it was a clean and fairly kept up place, all except for the gargantuous piles of dog and rat feces that had accumulated in the corner. As I walked in I was greeted by a ginormous fellow with a tattoo of a cat with blue balls running after a cat with a bow in its hair. these tattoos were on his, in plane view of anyone who looked in his general direction. This must be Huck. I walked over to him and outstretched my hand and said, "hey man, I'm Checkers." He looked up from his beer and said back, "hey I'm Huck." Bingo, 'cuz I'm that good. We three rolled a couple joints and bought a case with the money we had "earned" and got down with a pretty nicely orchestrated party. While I was stumbling through the hall Liz walked up to me and said, "you really don't expect me to make your cute ass sleep out there with them do ya?" I did, but I wasn’t going to let her know that. "I don't f#@$in know" was all I could get out before she lunged all her bodyweight(which was a lot) in my direction, tackling me and rendering me helpless to the fairly large woman gyrating on top of me. I laid back and cracked a half effort smile and thought silently to myself, "Pretty good day, wonder what’s next."