When it gets raw

I was evicted from my apartment today. I had to collect my stuff from the landlord who let me into the apartment to get it.

I'm in the back of a taxi with a black bag of books, a crate of records, a bag of clothes, and a turntable. The taxi driver is listening to MF Doom. I ask him to turn it up, but he pretends not to hear me. He makes a comment about the bags but I ignore it.

At the storage place the clerk tells me it will cost me fifty to store my shit for the month. I give him a fifty and he gives me unit 342. It takes five minutes to find the unit. The clerk helps me with my shit. I thank him, take my key and leave.

I start heading south, in the direction of my best friends house. I kick a can as I walk and a kid with a hockey stick stops it and smashes it at his friend who I assume is goalie judging by the two sweaters making the goals. The kid laughs at it smashes his friends skull. I continue walking down several streets. I pass a MacDonald's think about going in. I go in.
I ordered a double cheeseburger and coke and take the only seat available, next to a kid colouring in a picture of Ronald. The kid looks at me and tells me I stink. I think about punching the kid, but instead tell him Santa clause isn't real and leave. I feel bad, I go back in, the kid is crying. I tell him Santa Clause is real, I was joking. An older guy, probably his father glares at me. I leave again.

Siobhan isn't home, this is good. I had sex with Siobhan so she would say no to me staying over. Chris is home, but he says no to me staying over. He says he'll give me a lift to my parents if I need it. I tell him I've got mad stacks, and public transport is cheap (I don't have mad stacks). He smirks and says that Siobhan hates me coming round, and she'd 'shit a duck' if I was staying over. I tell him it's cool. I use his bathroom, and I steal a book from his shelf as I walk down the hall.

I head back out to the street and call Jason. Ask him to meet me at the bar down the street from Chris' house. Jason agrees to meet me.

In the bar I have a rum and coke while I wait on Jason. Jason is writer I met online, he writes poetry and short stories. He's been published in several magazines and has a short story collection out on a New York Press. I have written many poems, plays, short stories. I have been rejected from many magazines and have never attempted to get a short story collection out on any press. I wasn't planning on asking Jason for a place to kip, merely, I wanted to get drunk with someone who I liked getting drunk with.

Jason arrived 20 minutes later, sporting an ironic moustache and skinny jeans. He sits down and gets up, heads to the bar, comes back with a rum and coke for himself, and one for me.

“I heard your homeless” he says sipping his rum and coke.

“Word travels fast in the cool circles”

“yeah? I wouldn't know. Is that why you called me?”

“Nah, I just wanted to get drunk”

“Good, because I'm sleeping in Joanna's polo”

“Volkswagen seats comfortable?” I ask jokingly

“No.” he sighs “Joanna threw me out for sleeping with Sara

I didn't know how to reply so I shook the glass as a signal for another drink.