March 21, 2013
Today’s the first day of Spring, or was it yesterday. Either way there’s still several feet of snow on the ground. Tuesday, I called Patrick and Hasty and they came over later after I was done shoveling for the landlord and they were done work or whatever. By then, the snow was definitely snowman snow. We had some sleet in the mix so the snow was real sticky. We went out back and began building a fort that was over 6 feet tall. I’m 5’10″ so it was high up as I could reach with my arms and my arms are longer than 24 inches.
I went and got a ladder from the shed. The landlord gave me a key so I can do work for him. We built the fort near a tree, so I propped the ladder against the tree and our next job was to collect branches to put across the top of the fort so we can make a roof. We were digging around beneath the snow for branches and collecting those that fell off from the weight of the snow, when Bob and Flower came out to join us. I kind of didn’t want them there, kind of wanted Patrick and Hasty all to myself. Patrick and Hasty are like a brand new world for me, separate from all the mistakes I’ve made and the patterns that have developed in my present life. They’re like maybe a new path I’m on, so I don’t want them contaminated with the residue of my other world.
But then as Bob and Flower were helping to look for branches, I caught site of Flower bending over in her pink ski pants and I got instantly horny. So I grabbed her and pulled her to be obscured behind a tree and started kissing her. I haven’t had sex since Friday and I’m going out of my mind. I started to slip my hand inside her pants, creeping my way down her panties, but she had a lot of layers on so it was a task. I was just about to strike gold when Bob came over, pulled me away and punched me in the face. I stumbled on a pile of snow behind me and fell over. As he was leading Flower inside I was about to stand up and fight back but then I caught site of blood from my mouth on the snow. The blood was so red, and the snow was so white, it was really cool. I just was staring at it when Patrick and Hasty came over to see if I was ok. I said yeah and jumped on Hasty and tried to put snow down the front of her coat. Patrick defended her by trying to put snow down the back of my pants.
Then we got in the hugest snowball fight until Patrick got a huge one in the face that knocked him off his feet. Hasty did that one. Hasty and I declared that he was dead and so we buried him in the snow, everything but his head. He said it was actually pretty warm. Then he just stayed buried for a little while as Hasty and I finished collecting branches. After resurrecting Patrick, I went on top of the ladder and put the branches over the top. Patrick tossed snow on top with a shovel, while I placed some that Hasty handed to me, and arranged it all. We dug out the initial snow that fell through, then built a wall to close it in. We left an open spot for a window, and the doorway we had to get on our hands and knees to crawl through. I opted to go in behind Hasty. I have to take the cheap thrills whenever I can because she’s a married woman.
We sat in there briefly and I passed my flask around, it was the coolest fucking fort ever. We decided to go to the store and get ingredients for s’mores and some wine. So we built a snowman to stand guard while we were gone. By the time we came back it was getting dark, so we scrambled to find more wood and branches. I got some cardboard and shit from inside and one of those camping candles. We dug out a pit in the snow, built a fire, put the sleds around the fire to sit on, and made s’mores while we got shitfaced on wine.
Every now and then I saw Pete glancing out from the window and I know he wanted to join us, but he was being a big stupid prick. I’d be ok if Pete would come onto my new path, because he fits, but he’s being weird lately, he doesn’t want to hang out with me so much anymore it seems. I think he’s mad that I lost my job. But I fixed it so we didn’t get evicted, and I’m even going to work to spare us of next month’s rent, so he should be glad that I stepped up when I needed to.
Anyway, Hasty, Patrick and I decided we want to go camping together sometime, maybe even go on a road trip, so I think we’ll do that. That would be wicked cool.
We sat around the fire, not even cold, drinking wine. I went to take a piss and wrote my name in the snow. Shortly after that, Patrick did the same, but he couldn’t spell his whole name because he didn’t have to go that badly. Hasty tried it but fell over. She was laughing so hard, we went to see what was the matter and she was lying in the snow with her pants down laughing. I think she was a little drunk.
Anyway, it was a great time. No one expected anything from me, and no one was disappointed in me. It was a lot of fun.
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