Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales by King Stephen

Author:King, Stephen [King, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Scribner
Published: 2002-03-18T16:00:00+00:00

XI

Three weeks later I’m on an airplane for the first time in my life—and what a way to lose your cherry! The only passenger in a Lear 35, listening to Counting Crows pouring out of quad speakers with a Coke in one hand, watching as the altimeter climbs all the way to forty-two thousand feet. That’s over a mile higher than most commercial jetliners fly, the pilot told me. And a ride as smooth as the seat of a girl’s underpants.

I spent a week in Peoria, and I was homesick. Really homesick. Surprised the shit out of me. There were a couple of nights when I even cried myself to sleep. I’m ashamed to say that, but I’ve been truthful so far, and don’t want to start lying or leaving things out now.

Ma was the least of what I missed. You’d think we would have been close, as it was “us against the world,” in a manner of speaking, but my mother was never much for loving and comforting. She didn’t whip on my head or put out her cigarettes in my armpits or anything like that, but so what? I mean, big whoop. I’ve never had any kids, so I guess I can’t say for sure, but I somehow don’t think being a great parent is about the stuff you didn’t do to your rug monkeys. Ma was always more into her friends than me, and her weekly trip to the beauty shop, and Friday nights out at the Reservation. Her big ambition in life was to win a twenty-number Bingo and drive home in a brand-new Monte Carlo. I’m not sitting on the pity-pot, either. I’m just telling you how it was.

Mr. Sharpton called Ma and told her that I’d been chosen to intern in the Trans Corporation’s advanced computer training and placement project, a special deal for non-diploma kids with potential. The story was actually pretty believable. I was a shitty math student and froze up almost completely in classes like English, where you were supposed to talk, but I was always on good terms with the school computers. In fact, although I don’t like to brag (and I never let any of the faculty in on this little secret), I could program rings around Mr. Jacubois and Mrs. Wilcoxen. I never cared much about computer games—they’re strictly for dickbrains, in my humble opinion—but I could keyjack like a mad motherfucker. Pug used to drop by and watch me, sometimes.

“I can’t believe you,” he said once. “Man, you got that thing smokin and tokin.”

I shrugged. “Any fool can peel the Apple,” I said. “It takes a real man to eat the core.”

So Ma believed it (she might have had a few more questions if she knew the Trans Corporation was flying me out to Illinois in a private jet, but she didn’t), and I didn’t miss her all that much. But I missed Pug, and John Cassiday, who was our other friend from our Supr Savr days.

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