Lost Angeles by David Louden

Author:David Louden [Louden, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781477563649
Publisher: Venice Books
Published: 2012-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

Inside the modest abode in the working class Los Feliz neighbourhood were all things to soothe the heart of the red blooded male. Wall to wall booze, babes and blunts as the front door bellowed out a marijuana smoke screen that wouldn't have looked out of place in Backdraft.

Buzzing along with the heavy bass of Orishas we glide into what Luis says is his "party house". I drop into an armchair next to Bret before being handed a 40oz and a large joint. Taking a deep breath I finally relax and watch the floor show as a wrestling match breaks out before us for our viewing pleasure.

Whether it was the rate of 40oz consumption, our similar views towards weed or our mutual appreciation for the shaking rears of Mexican lady folk I found a kindred spirit in Bret. He had spent his formative years dreaming of becoming a good enough snowboarder that it would provide him with a living.

Three years in and having just signed a sponsorship deal with a small clothing line he landed a jump badly and tore up his right knee bad enough to require several surgeries. Twelve months on from them and he was perfecting a substantial morphine addiction and a hard line of only dating nurses who could help tend to his needs. It was while nurse hunting that he met Joan, a scrub nurse at the emergency room in the Alexandra Marine and General Hospital. Engagement would come within weeks only for Bret to wake up one day and see something needing fixed staring at him while shaving.

Packing himself off to a treatment centre not only would he get clean but he'd come to realise that though Joan was lovely, the world they had constructed together was not for him. Explaining it to her would be heralded with statements like "it's perfectly natural after all you've been through" and "what about counselling?" One day Joan would come home from a double to discover half the house gone, Bret sold all he could and started walking until he reached somewhere that felt comfortable. Seemingly that place was next to me staring at asses.

The walk of shame the following morning would coincide with the school run. The hardworking parents would glare, knowing all too well where we had come from and what we had been up to. My arm hurt, I had become accustomed to the early morning aches and pains but they usually resided closer to my liver. It would be hours before I would discover the tattoo and days before I would recall when I got it, in the meantime IHOP was calling us and Billie texting me.

"Let me know you got home safe x."

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