Forgotten

Consequences

"I have Ramirez' number. I can call him about it."

"I may have not dealt with this, but I certainly have with fucked up phone calls. Do not do that. The government can find these calls and trace them back if they so desire. You can let him know a location to meet at though. No trouble in that. You should probably text him, just so no other apartment rat here listens in. Thin walls man... thin walls."

The whole time he explained this he was indeed in a lower tone of voice, and I fully understood that I have to help out. Hell, I never hesitated to do so, he's like family to me. I texted Ramirez and told him to meet me at the Liquor N' Licking.

"What time should I meet him at?"

"Twelve obviously."

I whispered to myself whilst typing in my message on my Samsung. It read this.

"Yo Ramirez, I want us to meet up at the Liquor N' Licking." 1/2

"I wanna meet at twelve there. I need to see some more ass in my face." 2/2

I made sure to include the ass part, incase my texts were also being snuck up on. Ramirez soon replied, and it wasn't a long wait.

"You gonna work again? I heard a good briefing about the work you did two days ago. I'd love for you to work then." Ramirez replied.

"Maybe. We'll meet tho, right?"

"Of course Austin." Ramirez replied again.

"Aight, I have it set up with Ramirez."

"Good. Good. Want me to cook up some ramen. I got chili for us yesterday. I know you love that spicy shit." Angelo smiled as if we have everything under control. Initially I thought he was ignorant for doing so. Very soon after, I actually felt more positive. Angelo is so good at relieving the stress and tension in tight situations that feel like walls closing in on you slowly.

I smiled widely and genuinely.

"Hell to the yeah man!"

While he was cooking up some ramen, I went to the fridge and got a soda, I loved my fanta. The tiles on the kitchen floor of the apartment were cool, but soon enough warmer due to the boiling water releasing warmth into the air. I soon got used to the air in the apartment and never smelled the smell anymore. The smell of new shit. I love that smell. This apartment and the complex in general were just new from construction some years ago.

Now I'm twenty two, and damn time flies fast, especially when you had no parents, find an illegal drug dealer, befriend him, experience your friends die and your girl betray you, and then consider suicide later.

Now, I can proudly say I have no regrets. Angelo coming back, made me feel happier than ever, and I don't wanna look bad, but that situation at the club made it feel like I was a current for electricity. It felt good to be an asshole once in while. I'm looking at you, Tiny Peter Trent.

Speaking of that, I got in contact with Randal soon enough after getting the bouncer job. We had eachothers numbers because he actually visited the college I was at and we talked for a bit. Although Alison brings some bad memories to mind, Randal certainly doesn't. He shares my taste of humor, and when he needs to act serious, he will. It's a shame that Alison's mom is a bad parent. I can't say much myself since I'm not one, but I can guarantee my daughter would not even think of cheating, or even getting a boyfriend honestly.