Forgotten

Feeler, Not a Thinker

"Yeah, you're right. You seem to knock off the past so easily," Angelo said blankly.

"Well I did, almost kill myself," I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What?!" Angelo exclaimed.

"I didn't tell you? I felt like it the whole time after you went missing and things only got worse after that. I almost gave up, but this guy named Houston came in and totally fucking saved me. I actually still talk to him. Had a beer with him too," I explained, with no hesitation.

"Damn, only if you actually did end up doing it..." Angelo whispered.

"Nah, no worries. I'm fine, and you should be too man," I added.

"I just can't let go of it so easily, and it's been years. Sometimes I just have so many memories come back to me after doing certain things," Angelo said.

"Don't let it get to your head." I whispered.

"But all those people we killed, all those lives we ruined with drugs..." Angelo began to tear up.

"It's not your fault, Angelo." I whispered.

He sobbed a bit.

"It's not your fault, all those things you did in El Salvador or anywhere else! You're a classy person, and you're the realest, baddest, kindest motherfucker I've ever met, Angelo!" I exclaimed, with absolutely no hesitation at all. I felt completely genuine about every single word I stated in that sentence.

"Don't fuck with me! That's not true!" Angelo snapped back at me.

"Yes it is! It's not your fault!" I yelled back louder. It was like a contest of who could be nicer. I loved him like a true brother, or dad, I have no fucking idea. I never had a family member to look up to. He felt like one to me.

He quickly went in for a long, hug. It was tight, and he shook us back and forth a little bit.

"You got it all out? You never gonna think about the past again? You always looked tough, but I understand that you had a rough past. We all did..." I whispered in his ear. I could feel him nod in my shoulder. I heard nice, firm footsteps.

"I wake up to the sound of two brothers pouring they hearts out to eachother. You two are the coolest pair of peas in a pod I swear," Terry had a funny way of talking, and I'm not saying it was because of his skin. Sure he replaced their with they, and such, but sometimes he had that more urban side come out from what I heard. The guy was cool.

I patted Angelo twice on the back and we let the hug go into thin air.

"Sup, you crazy ass mo'fucka," I smiled at Terry, as he held his swollen, fractured left arm in pain.

"I'm good, I'm good. I just need a cast or something to hold this fucked up arm and I'll be clear. Honest to God I thought I'd see Jesus last night, but I find myself waking up in Angelo's apartment," Terry laughed. "So what happened?" asked Terry in interest.

We all sat down and told him the whole story, and by the end of it, Angelo explained one moment more significant than the others.

"Listen, I told Tyler your address. You best go to your place and check the mail. Your new 'everything' will be there. Be sure to check into the hospital and make a believable story, with your new identity. You'll be clear," Angelo explained.