Alice's Summer Road Trip by Cameron Glenn

Author:Cameron Glenn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: coming of age, death, young adult, road trip, beatnik
Publisher: Cameron Glenn

Chapter Six

Beatnik writing crap: You need to know what you want before you get it. Go out and get it then, rip-tides and currents, sways and the mad living ways of mad eager poets, wanting to crash through walls and time and minds and flesh, wanting to taste, to feel, to be all that’s best, to death the dull and all the rest, rot like pebbles at the bottom of the ocean floor. Only the glorious people always want more; the sky up there has no limits so go up and be in it. Be all but don’t be a bore, please we beg, or so the glowing ones said, if you don’t live you’re dead; god please don’t be dead.

We all stepped into the mini-bus, or van, I never really figured out which it was; it had three rows of seats, so with a driver and a person in the passenger seat, there could be one person per row. It was more room then we really needed; when Seth-Rem had rented it they had thought I’d bring a friend and that Rolf and maybe some others would go, so, like, around seven or eight instead of five. But there can’t really be such a thing as having too much room while traveling, although my fantasies of Seth-Rem and I being forced to cuddle and sleep while leaning against each other because of space constraints were doused on seeing how much room we’d have.

We got in the van then Kang said “you’re not going like that are you?” to Candice and Leena, still in their wet bikini tops, and Leena said, “Oh yeah I guess that’d be kind of slutty” and she and Candice went back out and slipped their t-shirts on and we got back into the van, Seth-Rem driving, and he turned it to an indie-oldie station and “Jane Says” by Jane’s Addiction played and he said he loves this song. We drove to the nearest Target super store and walked to customer service and Seth-Rem asked this fat old lady there “We’re looking for something non permanent to cover up the cross on a mini bus. Do you have anything like that here?” The old woman looked at us blankly. She had a mini conference with a co-worker and said in a half hostile way, letting us know she didn’t appreciate being on the receiving end of some hipster-kids joke: “stickers are on isle eighteen next to plastic plates.”

We ate at Subway (cheaper than Mongolian Barbecue), the girls sitting across the table from the boys. Keshia’s “Die Young” played.

“I wonder what it’d be like to know you’re going to die,” Candice said.

“Everyone knows they’re going to die,” Kang said.

“I know, but like, those people with terminal cancer who have one month to live and know it. If you had one month to live would you live differently Seth?” Candice asked.

“Everything’s so deep with you,” Seth-Rem answered. “It’s a Keshia song; it’s not supposed to make anyone ponder the deep philosophy of mortality.

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