“Low Road”: Chapter 8

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Before I get started, someone pointed out that I didn’t really make a tribute to Jordan Peterson in my last post. I didn’t know that I needed to. My aim was to quickly and cheaply boost views. I didn’t give a shit what I wrote. It worked. And I’m typing Jordan Peterson’s name right now for the same reason. So…

Jordan Peterson!

In case you haven’t heard, Low Road was a novel-sized work that I finished three years ago. It was a piece of shit. I’m now editing it to make it somewhat presentable.

Recap: Rod has essentially been acting as a prostitute for Jeanne. This led him to meeting the burned out writer, Jack Schilling. While doing drugs with Jack, Rod suffers a mysterious health scare. While pondering life, Rod unintentionally gets caught up in a sex and drug-fueled bender with Taryn. He goes missing for days which upsets numerous people…

Chapter 8

It was about 2 o’clock when I arrived home. Sean was still at work. I had time to freshen up, take a nap, and jack off. I wanted to patch things up with Jeanne. I wasn’t in much of a hurry though. I napped for a couple of hours. When I awoke, I realized that Sean was going to be home in a matter of minutes. I went into desperation mode. I jumped in the shower. When I got out, he was already in the house.

“You son of a bitch.”, he said.
“Did you call the cops?”, I asked.
“I should have! I left you voicemails, texts messages, and called so many times. Why the fuck didn’t you answer?”
“I was in Arkansas.”

This was it for Sean.

“You’ve shown no concern for me, for dad, for no one in this family.” Sean yelled.

“Your life sucks, and guess what? So does mine! But I don’t pretend to be superior just because I’m a supervisor at some chicken house.”

“You’re a piece of shit. I’m at least doing something. You just booze it up. I pay bills and contribute to society. I have skills!”

“Oh yeah? If that was true then why didn’t dad offer you a job?”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Loser”.

I packed my shit and got out. I was off to apologize to Jeanne. If that didn’t work, I would have driven to Little Rock. I didn’t know how’d she react to me spending the last few days with another woman. I tried calling her cell. Nothing. I went directly to her work.

I was homeless now. There was a sense of urgency.

It’s not easy getting ahold of a vice-president for a bank. I sent in a complaint and demanded to speak with her.

“Ms. Armond only handles business accounts, sir”, they told me.

I told them that I didn’t give a fuck. I walked passed them and back to her office. Understandably, she was surprised to see me.

“Look, I’m sorry for disappearing for several days. I got caught up in a lot of shit.”, I told her
“What kind of shit?”
“I was with a woman.”

She gazed at me for several seconds.

“What’s your point? I only need you because you’re a great fuck. Also…I was concerned for you. People don’t drop of the earth like that.” She said.

I was unsure on how to take that.

“Not concerned for me as a boyfriend. But as a friend?” I asked.
“You’re not my boyfriend. You’re too young. I don’t care if you see other women. It isn’t serious, is it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Good. I need you tonight. In fact, I want you there when I get home. Go there now. Phillip will let you in.”

I did just that. I don’t know how sincere she was being. It didn’t matter. I had nowhere to go. Being a prostitute for Jeanne again was my only option.

It was a full-time job.

The weeks passed. I became less concerned with helping college kids cheat on their papers. The time dedicated to writing was given to Jack. We continued to spend the afternoons jacked up on coke and liquor.

We were kindred spirits.

I’d visit Taryn at the casino in the evenings. She was always boozing it with her friends. It was difficult to get her alone. I managed to get some alone time with her at the Lazy Lake. I wanted to try acid again.

It was a January day. Clear. All the leaves were dead. I dropped it at around 10:30 that morning.

As usual, I lost track of time. I could see animals. Taryn disappeared. She went to hang out with some fisherman that invited her over for some beers. I was already tripping hard.

I went into the woods to wait this out. I went deep into the trees. I wanted to know what it would be like to soar above the earth. I found a nice clearing. I was paranoid.

I saw a snake. Animals circled around me.

“Please leave me alone!”, I yelled

My heart raced. I think that I passed out. Hours later, I awoke in the parking lot. I felt that I was in the woods for days. I was tired and hungry

I took a nap in the car. At around 8 o’clock, Taryn showed up drunk as shit.

“The fishermen didn’t harm you, did they?”, I asked.

“No. I mean, one of them showed me his cock. But it was gross.”

I returned to Jeanne’s house where I was living full-time. I performed my services on her. The acid trip left me hollow. Too tired to drink. Too tired to fuck.

Perhaps I should have went to Little Rock, I thought.

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