ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Lucky Laki Malakis
- One on One
- Group
- Off-site
Abe was lying down on the cool grass of Millennium Park, staring it out to the cloudy Chicago sky, feeling an excitement he had not felt in a good long time. Today was hopefully the start of something wonderful, old friends reunited for the high point in his life. He was all prepared, next to him on the grass a large backpack filled with about just about everything he might need from the journey whether it was swimming or hiking. His guitar case was also there, holding his pride and joy as well as his hidden stash of pills which will hopefully keep him going for the next few weeks. In a nearby parking lot a mini bus was waiting for them to start him and those that would come on their journey.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and stuck it into his mouth before lighting it. He inhaled the smoke letting it calm jitters, easing his worries that noone would come or he would not make it to the end of the journey. He had spoken only a little to everyone since he sent the video out, mostly people checking on him. He had told them, that the tumors he had on his head was removed and he was remission. In truth was, despite several attempts and treatments the tumour was barely dented. His life was measure in months if he was lucky. However he did not want their pity or the cloud of his death over them. This was to be a step back in time at the glory days of fun and pranks, maybe right some wrong within the group and fulfil somethings he thought he had time to do later.
His phone vibrates in his pocket, he took his phone out and turned off the alarm without looking at the message. It was time for his pills and fifteen before his friends were due. He groaned as he pushed himself to sit up, his head began to swim almost immediately at the sudden lift followed by feeling of nausea. He rubbed his eyes with one hand and reached out for a zip in the front of his guitar case taking out a strip of pills. He took two dry and lay back on the grass with a groan.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and stuck it into his mouth before lighting it. He inhaled the smoke letting it calm jitters, easing his worries that noone would come or he would not make it to the end of the journey. He had spoken only a little to everyone since he sent the video out, mostly people checking on him. He had told them, that the tumors he had on his head was removed and he was remission. In truth was, despite several attempts and treatments the tumour was barely dented. His life was measure in months if he was lucky. However he did not want their pity or the cloud of his death over them. This was to be a step back in time at the glory days of fun and pranks, maybe right some wrong within the group and fulfil somethings he thought he had time to do later.
His phone vibrates in his pocket, he took his phone out and turned off the alarm without looking at the message. It was time for his pills and fifteen before his friends were due. He groaned as he pushed himself to sit up, his head began to swim almost immediately at the sudden lift followed by feeling of nausea. He rubbed his eyes with one hand and reached out for a zip in the front of his guitar case taking out a strip of pills. He took two dry and lay back on the grass with a groan.