morbid tales- zeta & the sins within pt1

on my walk home it began to rain, lucky for me it was cold enough to warrant wearing a jacket, so i slipped my laptop inside & continued on. as i crossed the first intersection, leading me into the older part of the city where i rented the upstairs of a an old victorian style home, i was startled by a short horn honk, turning i saw the girl i had just left at the coffee shop, "you want a ride?" she shouted, before i could answer i was in her passenger seat, "2 1/2 blocks up" i told her & we took off before the public bus left the curb. she drove a jetta III, black with a faded specimen sticker on her back window, & a HIM cd blasting on the stereo. while at the coffee shop we talked about the typical goth things, bands & hangout spots. she told me she got into goth at a young age, before that she was just a typical teenybopper from so cal, kroq & the cure. she had a cousin that was a couple years older, who would later lead her into the goth world, as well as life on the street. Zeta was a bit allusive about her current status, while she had a car, she wouldnt cop to having a job, shady or otherwise. walking inside the entrance to the house we wiped our feet & up the flight of stairs to my apt. once inside i asked about boyfriends, and she replied "lots, just none at the moment", and with a wink she laughed aloud & said, "are you coming on to me?" while i guessed i had at least 20 years her senior, i would never pass up an opportunity to be with a pretty goth chick, i simply wasnt hitting on her at this point. i told her "no, i was simply trying to get inside your head", & she thought a second, & while looking out the window to rain that fell outside she replied, "inside my head is a storm, i cant control when it starts or stops". i wasnt quite sure what she meant, & maybe my silence is what she wanted. standing up she stretched, arms up & over her head, almost an erotic pose of sorts, hip slightly out she turned and walked over and sat herself next to me. at that point i could feel something happening, the look in her eyes, or maybe the way i could look into her eyes. when her lips touched mine it was like being tossed about in the roughest sea you can imagine. the fury i experienced in my head was like the wildest storm. i reached out and felt the coldest wall of rain, my mind raced furiously and when i opened my eyes she was sitting there. with a smile on her face. not quite sure about what had just happened, i started to get up, yet my whole body felt numb, head to toes. she let out a quiet giggle and said "i have to leave, but i want to see you again". paralyzed by this i could only barely nod my head. and with another kiss, i was asleep.
waking me isnt that hard, ask my cat. after a hard night of drinking, which isnt often these days, i still can get up fairly early. which brings me to the next morning, the phone seemed to have a ring that was louder than ever, fumbling for whatever would make it stop its infernal racket i found the receiver, "ello" is all i could mutter, "wake up you worthless fuck!" came a shout on the other end, one that sounded more like a bullhorn just over my head, "i am picking you up for lunch, my contribution to the unemployed", on the opposite end of ma bell was my best friend, at least in human form. chris was a lanky guy, sharp & to the point, he sang in a local goth band, when they werent broke up. his tastes were diverse, he longed to play death metal, but the area lacked the talent needed to provide the key players. i told him i would be ready in 30 minutes, long enough for him to get from the other side of town, hearing this he said, "you got 45 before i get there, just be ready!".
waiting on the curb is an adventure in itself where i live, standing there with a laptop makes you a magnet for the freaks the comb the alleys & streets, even in broad daylight! as i eyed a potential threat i was nearly taken out at the knees by a lowered minitruck, "get in prick" came the bass booming voice inside. jumping inside i strapped myself in & we took off like a rocket from the crypt. driving like mad we raced downtown, close to the local college, it was clear that it was burgers for lunch. i was kinda daydreaming when chris blurts out " i came by last night, but it looked like a party was going on, so i said fuck you & drove off", a party i thought, wtf was he talking about, turning i said, "what are you talking about freak, i wasnt even watching tv"? as we slammed into the parking lot, dodging the college geeks & geekettes, we pulled into a stall. " when i drove up last night, it looked like an electrical storm, so i bailed". before i could reply he was 1/2 out the door, "cmon, i am starving". burgers it is. we sat down at the cleanest table we could find, "dude, i met this really cool goth chick", i said, "dude, you always meet these girls, get to first base & you pass out" was his smartass reply, "look, i had the hiccups, if you had 2 hotties massaging your back, you woulda passed out too!" i retorted. it was all true, my first 3-way date turned into the best short lived massage of my life. but it was also a black mark for the love life record books. we pounded our burgers, and chris slides a flyer in my direction, "we got a gig next weekend", they were playing a converted building that housed some of the art crowd from the city. it was a basement show, perfect for all the goth gobblins & street urchins. we left the burger shop & headed back to my pad, as he dropped me off, he yelled, "bring the new tramp so i can check her out", i smiled & flipped him off, "maybe, if she calls", with that he raced off like the maniac he is.
as i walked inside, i noticed a note stuck to my door with gum, as i peeled it off i unlocked the semi-fort know lock arrangement, stepping inside i was greeted by the hungry house tiger. opening the note i smiled, it seems my new friend zeta had stopped by, & it seems she like strawberry bubblegum. she left her cel #, and said to give her a call thursday, as she was going out of town for a couple of days. very good, i might have a date for the gig afterall i thought.
being un-employed does things to you, some good, some bad. i hate looking for jobs, so most of the time, its bad for me. wed was fast approaching and i had no leads for a job, i worry a lot too, i grew up a loner and not quite sure of myself. i require friends to live, but i prefer to stay in the dark, alone. except when i have to make the trip to the coffee shop to check out the goth chicks.
waking up thursday morning, it seemed colder than the past few days, as i opened my eyes & tuned in my ears, i could hear the unmistakable sound of rain. i rolled over, to the warmth of the house house tiger, which to him is the signal for feeding time. after feeding the beast, i turned to taking care of myself, some ramen & beefy mac were all that remained. groaning aloud, it meant only one thing. the supermarket. white floors & bright lights, i hate them. reminds me of going to the hospital. sitting down with my head in my hands i think, zeta, phone. getting my mind off of food is easy, just get me thinking of girls. i had to leave a message, well 2 really, i hated the first one so i erased it and rambled on about the show on saturday, telling her to call if she wanted to go. it was then that my door pounded, or someone was pounding on it, peering out the sightglass, a single eyeball was looking right back at me. opening the door stood zeta, with 2 bags of groceries, "hungry?" she sez, walking in and briskly passed me, "sure" was all i could let fall out of my mouth. the way she carries herself, the way her hair moves yet stays still, i was completely enamored by this girl, & she didnt ask where my kitchen stuff was, she just looked & found it. be still my mortal heart.
she cooked more than talked, & i just stared. and she didnt seem to mind. as we ate we looked out the window, to the rainy street & trees below. we chatted up about the impending goth show, she said she was willing to check it out, so we decided to hookup around 4:30, happy hour timing, then we would take off for the show.