Posts Tagged ‘golf’

candy girl

April 9, 2010

ive been here at cool crest golf for a few days now. last time i wrote i had just arrived and was alone. things have changed since then, as they always seem to do. im now joined by a gorgeous 15 year old girl named jenny. Jenny ran away from home a few weeks back. i found her sleeping at the bus stop across from the mini golf course. she has dirty blonde hair, grey/green eyes, pouty pink lips, a pierced septum and eyebrow and she wears clothes that look 2 sizes too big for her.
i first saw her hanging around the bus stop the afternoon after i arrived at cool crest. she looked like a grunge chick or stoner girl, i didnt think she was homeless. not until night fell and she was still waiting at the bus stop did i put two and two together.
it wasnt easy to approach her. i swear this girl was like a frightened cat. her eyes even look like a cats… i jumped the fence to go talk to her. it was sometime around 2 in the morning and i mustve freaked her out cause she took off running. i jogged to catch up with her, but this didnt help things. she quickened her pace and was determined to flee from me. i called out to her but i didnt exactly know what to say, so i just kept yelling, “hey! wait up!” and “hold on!”
she keeps running, looking behind her shoulder every now and then. eventually my words get through. she sees that im not trying to harm her. she stops. i walk up slowly, out of breath. i keep my distance as i approach. she looks scared, but also like shes ready to attack. i hold up my hands to show her that i mean no harm. she reaches in to one of her baggy jean pockets and pulls out a small hunting knife. i continue my approach, my eyes focussed on hers. i try to talk as i struggle to regain my breath. havnt had to run in a while.
i explain to her that ive seen her on the street, but i didnt know she was homeless. i tell her that im living at the abandoned mini golf course across from where she was sleeping. she says nothing.
“My name is luke. whats yers?” i ask. “Jennifer.” she slowly whispers back. “Jennifer, do you want to come back with me? its a lot nicer in the mini golf course and i have some food and stuff your welcome to if you want.” i offer. she looks around hesitantly. “look im not going to hurt you, im on the streets too, i just want to help.” i finally say. she folds the knife up and puts it back inside her pocket. i can see her pink cotton panties peeking out from under her low hanging  jeans as i watch her return the knife. “cmon, i’ll buy you a drink.” i say. she smiles a crooked little smile and starts walking towards me, her head bowed to the ground.
She has very little trouble climbing the fence. i struggle my way over and hop/fall to meet her on the ground. not so graceful. she looks around quietly, i can tell shes pleased. she still seems kind of defensive though. i promise her that im not gunna try anything with her and tell her that she can relax. i just wanted to offer her a better place to stay, and theirs plenty of room for two in here. i can tell she must be starving, i offer her some jack in the box i had left over. she downs the eggrolls quickly and we split the jumbo jack between us.
the meal seemed to do her well. she lets her guard down some and i try to talk to her. she mostly answers my questions with one word answers. i try not to pry too much, seeing how coy she is. so i just ask her general stuff. how long you been out here? and where you from? mostly she just sits quietly, looking around the green garden that surrounds us.
she pulls her bag close to her and opens it up. inside  i see a multitude of colored candy as she peels back the zipper, gummy bears, air heads, sour patch, m&m’s, starburst…and pretty much every other kind of candy i can think of is seemingly contained within her bulky bag. she pulls out a few jolly ranchers and a big bag of skittles. “i took these from the corner store.” she said. “do you want some?” she extends an arm towards me with a handfull of skittles. i take them in my palm as i pull my bag close to me. i reach in and get out my bottle of old crow whiskey. half full. she eyes me as i take a swig and chase it with some skittles. she smiles and reaches her arm out, to grab the bottle from me. i hand it to her as i jokingly ask “how old are you?” she takes a big messy swig, then pops some skittles in her mouth. “15.” she says. i ponder this revelation for a while as i look the girl up and down. she looks over at me sheepishly as she hands me back the bottle. “gotta start sometime.”  i shrug my shoulders and take another swig.
we split the rest of the bottle and the skittles. not a bad mix actually. Jennifer starts opening up to me. she tells me that she ran away because her dad was abusing her. he was a pervert and had been touching her and her younger sister since she can remember. only recently did he start slapping her around though. so she split. she cried when she talked about her little sister she left behind. Meagan. she told me she was thinking about going back and killing her old man. the whole time i just sat there and listened to her as she opened up. i nodded my head and just let her get it all out.
she asks me about me. i tell her theirs not much to tell and just fill her in on the basics. i lost a lot recently, i dont want to go back to living the way i used to… im trying my hardest to survive and live my life the way i see fit… she changes the subject and asks me what ive been doing with this awesome place all to myself. i tell her that ive only been in here a day but that i used to come here as a kid. and except for walking around naked i pretty much have been doing the same thing were doing now. her eyes kind of light up . she looks around and gives me a big grin then struggles to her feet and starts to undress in the pale moon light.



like a million people died so deep in the night

April 4, 2010

its amazing the kinds of places you find waiting for you when your out very late at night, not another soul in sight. this time i think i may have hit the jackpot. theres this abandoned hawaiian themed miniature golf place on the west side of town i used to go to as a kid. its been ages since its been open, ivy plants climb the high rusted fences blocking the view inside. palm trees tower  over the sides, the only remnants of this put-put sanctums former glory. i remember it as a cool shady place , all green, drowsy hawaiian music would play out of small box speakers placed around the holes. it was really something. a secret garden of sorts, with mini golf.

i found myself on the outside of the  ivy walls some time around 4am last night. the place was covered heavily in shadows.  from the looks of it, it hadnt been entered in years. and it was just begging me to come inside. so i climbed the fence, which was at least 10 ft tall, and found my way into the dark overgrown garden that was now Cool Crest miniature golf.

i fell hard whilst traversing downwards from the fence, and unlike one readers assertion, who commented that i was like a cat, i fell not on my feet but flat on my back. knives of pain shot through me. my punk beaten body still not fully recovered, i let out a silent scream of pain. tears poured out  of my wide eyes. after the initial shock wore off, i assessed that nothing new had been broken, from what i could tell, and that other than some bruising i would be fine. i pulled myself off the ground and had my first clear glimpse of my new surroundings. it was a green paradise bathed in moonlight. almost exactly the way i remembered it being as a kid, except this time it had the wondrous depth of seclusion and the added beauty of a starry sky overhead.

not but 10 minutes later i was completely naked lying in the middle of this private paradise, just staring up at the deep blue sky. a bottle of cheap scotch and a pack of pall malls was all i had to keep me company. i couldn’t find any hawaiian music on uncle bobs laptop, which i had to borrow for the time being, but i did find an old classic i hadnt heard in years. “the Cat” by the essence (and no they are not the cure incognito). it made me think that  maybe that last reader who commented was right about me. i do seem to have a lucky side to me. a certain “cat like” quality or whatever. after all the bullshit and piss ive had to go through ive ended up alright and on my feet, for the most part.

nine lives is a good thing to have, especially if your the type that keeps on dying.

– Luke Havergal