I once before got a wrong number text.
(Googie told me not to respond, that people screw around with people like that.)
Then my work phone rang.
"Did you get my text?" Bear asked.
"You want to go to Boston?" I asked
"Boston, as in the state Boston? (my very intelligent co-workers glanced at me kind of funny when I said that..forcing me to clarify..)
"I mean, as in Massachusetts.... You want to go to Boston, Massachusetts????"
Have you been sniffing glue?
"Seriously....you want to go to Boston?"
He gave me the details and I told him I'd call his dad and call him right back.
"He never asked to go on any
"And he's never been in one bit of trouble"
What the hell was I doing here??? I was talking Daddio into agreeing to let Bear leave the country.
Fly to the moon.
Be swallowed up by a tesseract...a sort of "wrinkle in time" in space and time, a fifth dimension.
"I will need every one of their full names (including any alias's), phone numbers, addresses, MySpace Facebook and any YouTube account info" I told Bear about his travel companions.
"I want parent's names too"... (a quick credit check couldn't hurt).
When everyone checked out okay and Bear got the go ahead it was a mad dash to get packed, secure some flow (that will probably be stolen when he is robbed and raped in some filthy germ infested rest stop along the way) and do all the things one does when leaving out of town.
"We don't have a small tube of toothpaste MOMMMMMMMMMMMM" Bear screamed into the phone, it was the 27th call he made to me at work, in the 45 minutes he had to get ready to leave.
This trip on the fly was starting to grate on my nerves.
"I don't know if I want to go" Bear said on call number 29.
And again with call number 32.
"FLIP A FREAKIN ASS COIN AND DO WHATEVER THE FRICK IT TELLS YOU TO DO OKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKAY?" I yelled, when he called again to tell me he wasn't sure.
A second later when a screwdriver stabbed me in the heart (be nice to him you idiot, if you let him go and God forbid something happens.....) I got control of myself....
"Sweeeeetheart" I purred "this is an adventure. You are going to have a blast. Make a decision, figure that there are going to be pros and cons, just like every other decision you are ever gonna make. Once you make a decision you will feel better. Just make one, make up your mind and go with whatever it is that you decide. Have some confidence in yourself. GO or DON'T GO, decide. Now, are you going to Boston or not?"
"I don't know" Bear said "should I?"
For cryinoutloud .......
OF COURSE YOU SHOULD NOT GO....an accident could happen, you guys could get so lost that you'd never make it back.
Boston is far kid, really really far.
(One step closer out the door you go.)
I'll miss you Bear, be safe and hurry home.
And don't forget, hide your money in your sock....
(I will age 20 years this weekend, guaranteed)