FREEHOLD, NJ.....Part 1

     She would lay there in our bed, millions of times waiting for me.  I can't believe someone so beautiful would wear a mask to hide her pain.  I had left her so many times with her feelings broken and torn, going on one stupid quest or another.  All I could hear was her breathing, and the sounds of the "Boss" singing "My Home Town" as I was headed for Freehold, NJ.  I had taken out $400.00 from our savings to see a wrestling match.  I sheepishly walked to the phone downstairs in our kitchen and began to call my friends;  J. T. Bumblebee, A. Corman, and K. C..  I picked up my blackberry feeling nothing but guilt, and the pain I'm causing her because of my obsession. 

     My first call was to J. T. bumblebee.  When he answered I knew he was working off a hangover, but he told me don't worry, I'm making the Spam sandwiches right now.  Next I dialed up K. C., he could be a real asshole sometimes but he was still one of the group, I caught him in the middle of a shower with his flavor of the week.  He yelled at me and told me he would call me back shortly once they finished.  His only question was if we were going in my Grandma's "78" Pinto, and I just responded with yeah and he hung up.  Last to get the call was A. Corman, the "Thinker/Philosopher" of the group.  Finally, after 5 rings, he answered as though he just come out of a fog.  His first words were" What about emotions?  I get caught up in my emotions more than I do in my mind".  Wake the fuck up man, you better be ready to go when we pull up out front, get your shit together.  "Is that today"? he said.  Hell yeah I screamed over the phone.  We'll be at your Apt. in about 45 minutes to pick you up.  Remember we spent $200 for the tickets.  Be ready man!  Click, I hung up the receiver, grabbed my duffel bag and headed for the Pinto.

To be continued........