Forgotten

Tales of a Bouncer (PART 1)

I finally got the call from Ramirez in the afternoon, and picked up right away. After that day we exchanged numbers and such, so we could keep in contact about the job, or just hang out sometime.

"Alright, so I was able to divide it all up, Austin." Ramirez said.

"Tell me what's up then man."

"Well, if you wanna work at the dance club, which is called Charata's, then it'll start at about 10:30, and the pay will be about thirty bucks per hour, but you'd have to manage and do more. For Liquor N' Licking, it'll start a bit later, at 12:00. But the pay is only fifteen bucks per hour, as it's easier to manage. At both places things are on me, don't tell Tony that if you work at Charata's tonight, alright G?" Ramirez shared.

"Man, I don't need none of that extra shit right now as much. Maybe I'll work at Charata's later. I'll go for Liquor N' Licking, since I know the layout."

"Aight man, you do you. Just make sure you do your job. You stand outside the club, and check the ID for the person to be at least eighteen. Anything under, don't let them in. Also, if someone is causing some racket in the club, it's your job to work with any other bouncer at the time to get the job done. Your shift ends at 2:00 there. Alright?" Ramirez was confirming the information with me and I was able to comprehend it all.

"Yeah and although its just thirty for tonight, at least shit is on the spot!" I chuckle whilst remembering the taste of the beer from yesterday, which still remained in my mouth. But I didn't drive under influence that night, because--

Because I don't want to end up like my parents. Sometimes the thought of them settles in my mind. It's like a swarm of spiders crawling into my mind and settling eggs there, then making webs in my head. Webs that I can just smack away. I try to leave everything from the past behind sometimes, but it's hard when a lot of the things you notice remind you of the past.

It reoccurs over and over again, and I'd imagine that Angelo felt the same at one point. It's something I just wanna brainwash out of mind. Like it never existed. Even in the most positive times, I still crack under fucking pressure...

I see a gun?

MICHAEL AND HIS BRAINS SPILLED OUT EVERYWHERE.

I see a girl I like?

CHEATER, LIAR, UNLOYAL, MANIPULATIVE, STUPID, ALISON.

Alcohol and driving somehow to mind?

MY PARENTS' BLOODIED CORPSES INSIDE A RUINED CAR.

Even though I never saw my parents actually die... seeing the wreck, made my imagination go wild. I can't even imagine how the parents of the other victims felt. They probably felt bad for my parents too. They shouldn't have. My parents were pieces of a shit. Child abusers. I wish I could go back in time to tell it to them straight up, but back then I didn't understand it. I was never chosen for adoption because I looked like a tortured child.

Alison probably cheated on me because I wasn't good enough, no. No. That's not true. If anything she cheated, and I'm way out of her fucking league. Fuck Alison. Well... that's what Trent literally did to her anyway, but I hit it first. Fucker put his sword in used sheathe.

But soon enough I thought to myself "Fuck it." And finally went to the club at night eventually. I was already a bit tipsy when I got there... semi-drunk driving. It helped get the past off of my mind. I have a large alcohol tolerance, I promise.