Dear friends, the latest part of my Jake story is at the bottom of this entry (Jake Part 15). Do tell me what you think of it. I hope to become a novelist like Ethan Hawke and write about how "silky and nice" my girlfriend's pussy is (entah apa-apa le aku nih). No offence, girls.
JAKE (part 13)
He slipped back home just after 2pm. He had grabbed a bite to eat at the French Quarter. He had some coffee and a beignet. It was the fucking afternoon, but hell he was going to treat it like breakfast.Thoughts of lazing on the couch watching reruns of old sitcoms were erased when he got a call from his colleague, Ted.
"Jake, where the fuck have you been?""I was out all night. What to do?""Out all night? Man, I told you not to go to that new bar. It's full of coked-up women, man. And the drinks are all watered down. Who cares if the furniture is avant-garde? It's suppose to be the latest hangout spot in town but frankly it's all just hype, dude."Jake was getting annoyed."Alright, alright!
Obviously you're upset. The next time I go, I'll invite you.""Bitch," said Ted, which was usually code that he was jealous that Jake got laid, or that the boss favoured Jake in some matter.Today it was going to be the latter."Hey, the reason I called is that Fallon's announced his list of those covering the UN summit."Christ! Is that why you called me? It's my off day, thank you very much."
"You're on it, man. And you got full custody of the curtain raiser."Jake managed a faint smile amid his lack-of-sleep face. While he was lying down on the couch talking to Ted, the words 'You're on it' put a sparkle in his eye and suddenly Jake was excited and standing up. Walking back and forth from his kitchen into the living room."Who else got it? No. Don't tell me. Susan, right? and Jack Bing! Am I right?"
"Who else knows the UN inside out. Plus they needed someone to blow Kofi Annan for the free trade zone story."
"You're fucking sick, you know that, Ted?""You're praises are flattering, Jake. But I'm telling you this could be the big break you needed. Once you're there, then there's nothing they won't do for you."
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Jake Part 14
Jake was proud of himself by now. He was 32, single and willing to please his bosses. He loved his job more than anything. And he had sacrificed time and energy to be where he was now. Being from Baton Rouge didn't help either. The common mentality was that he would always be an outsider to the cosmopolitan New Orleaneans.
It didn't help that he sometimes, though not as often as he used to, speak in his Lousiana drawl. He wasn't proud of it, but he learned at 24 not to give a shit. Now he lets his accent hang loose.
"So what if I sound like a fucking redneck from the bayou? At least I do a hell of a job," he once said, half drunk, to some colleagues after work."So what the fuck do you care! Motherfucker!"Jake had a tendency to be overly dramatic during the most unexpected times.
He did have his mood swings. His closest friends would know when to lie low. But most of his colleagues have never seen that part of Jake.
The phone rang.It was Madeline, Jake's mother in Baton Rouge."JJ I've got bad news. I can't come over the weekend.""Why not?" he managed to sound concerned."The medicine's not sitting well with me. Your father is no help either. Always going out to catch a few fish, drinking budweisers with Moe and Luke out on the lawn. Making a mess of the place, as usual..."
"Mom, don't start.""I'm sick and tired JJ. And now I'm literally sick, what with this darn medicine I'm taking. Anyways, I can't make it this weekend, honey. So you just tell your sister I can't make it."Usually Jake would talk more, but he wanted to end the conversation with his mother as quickly as possible.
He wanted to bask in his current victory of getting a major assignment"I'll see what I can do."He couldn't help asking about his father. They exchanged small talk and Jake said goodbye and put down the receiver. He sat there on his four-seater sofa, cordless phone on his left hand while his right hand scratched the velvety maroon fabric.
Scratch, scratch, scratch. It made a sound, which became louder. He raised his right hand to his face, and kissed the back of his palms. while inhaling deeply. It was a childhood peeve. He dialed a number on the cordless phone.
A soft female voice answered the call."Hello." said the sleepy voice."Hi."
"Hey, how you doin'?"
"Okay. Could feel much better."
"Oh, I see. It's that type of call."
"What type of call?"
"Argh.."
"I know you were on all night. But what if I propose to you something..."
"Can't handle big words now. Still half asleep. What do you want, Jake?"
"I want to come over."A long pause, and then a sigh from the woman.
"Christ, get a life Jake."
"You know that turns me on when you say that."
"I know you're speaking but it's all sounds like blah blah blah right now." She was officially pissed off that he woke her from sleep. She was also mumbling.
"Please, let me come over. I want to come over. Can I?"
"Ermmm...well.....ok...I dunno. Can I just sleep while you come over. You can watch me sleep. That doesn't sound right." She was mumbling and talking nonsense."I'm gonna kill you."
"I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Jake took his key from his jeans pocket. He opened the front door, then closed it behind him. He sneaked slowly through the living room and then pushed open the bedroom door which was left slightly ajar. "Knock, knock," he said half whispering.The young woman curled up in comforter and pyjamas was ignoring him. Probably sleeping, he thought. Nah.Jake hung his leather jacket behind the bedroom door. He peeled off his wool sweater and took off his jeans. Jeans and sweater lay on the floor. Jake was standing close to the woman's head by the side of the bed."Wakey wakey, Dr Green. Paging Dr Elena Green. He slowly lifted up part the comforter and snuggled behind her. He held her from behind. He kissed her neck from behind. "Just sleep. I'm tired," she said half awake.Jake pulled his body closer to her with his arms enveloped around hers, the best way he knew how. They stayed that way for the rest of the afternoon.
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Jake - Part 15
It was the Labour Day weekend and half of the students at Pencey Prep were away. The daily routines were not like usual. The dining hall which was often filled to the brim with hungry co-eds was only a fraction of its crowd. There were no prep in the mornings or afternoons, or at night. Students were free to study whenever they wanted. Though many students needn't study during this time, those who stayed back at the dorms continued to cram as if their life depended on it. In fact, their lives did depend on it. The finals were coming and it was "make it or break it" time.
Whatever happened during this final would affect the rest of their meagre lives. The results would influence their applications to many Ivy league universities in this land we call the United States of America.
Jacob Johann Smith was a teenager of 17 years, and under pressure to do well in his exams. But at this point he only felt like smoking weed.
"This is sweet..." smiled the adolescent Jacob while he passed around the rolled cannabis to his dorm-mate Avery Hutton.
"I could stay like this forever, and be proud that I did something useful with my life," Jacob continued with the gusto of an amateur pothead.
"Fuck you. You only had one drag and you're fucking Hemmingway," Avery blurted. He was shirtless and much taller and plump compared to the skinny Jacob.
But like many people say, you are what your friends are. Jacob had put on the pounds these past few months since Avery moved into Jacob's dorm.
Another dormate, Raul Gonzales once observed, "Jake, why you so fat now? What I tell ya, being friends with that big-assed Avery has gotten you all fat just like him." What bullocks.
The air inside the common bathroom was smokey and dark. It was 2.30pm in the afternoon and nobody was in the 12-bed dorm. There were only two sinks, two urinals, two shower rooms and two closed toilets. The space was small so Jacob was seated against the wall near the furthest bathroom stall while Avery was slouching over Jacob, occassionally passing the joint.
"You think your name is pass the joint"- Gavin DeGraw.
"Why is everybody freaking out about this exam?" Jacob finally asked after a long pause.
"It's an important exam. It's a rite of passage for any kid. Like it or not, everyone has to go through it if you wanna go to college." Avery was more level headed in his studies compared to Jacob. He had moved to Pencey from california only six months earlier. Everyone teased him for his physique and general blabber-mouth demeanor.
But Jacob, as everyone called him in Pencey, got along well with Avery. Sometimes, you'd catch the duo speaking in a southern Lousiana drawl. Avery had lived in Baton Rouge for almost ten years when his father was stationed at the army camp. But their paths never crossed because they attended different schools.
"I hate this school." Jacob declared. "You don't hate this school," Avery replied. "You just hate your life."
JAKE (part 13)
He slipped back home just after 2pm. He had grabbed a bite to eat at the French Quarter. He had some coffee and a beignet. It was the fucking afternoon, but hell he was going to treat it like breakfast.Thoughts of lazing on the couch watching reruns of old sitcoms were erased when he got a call from his colleague, Ted.
"Jake, where the fuck have you been?""I was out all night. What to do?""Out all night? Man, I told you not to go to that new bar. It's full of coked-up women, man. And the drinks are all watered down. Who cares if the furniture is avant-garde? It's suppose to be the latest hangout spot in town but frankly it's all just hype, dude."Jake was getting annoyed."Alright, alright!
Obviously you're upset. The next time I go, I'll invite you.""Bitch," said Ted, which was usually code that he was jealous that Jake got laid, or that the boss favoured Jake in some matter.Today it was going to be the latter."Hey, the reason I called is that Fallon's announced his list of those covering the UN summit."Christ! Is that why you called me? It's my off day, thank you very much."
"You're on it, man. And you got full custody of the curtain raiser."Jake managed a faint smile amid his lack-of-sleep face. While he was lying down on the couch talking to Ted, the words 'You're on it' put a sparkle in his eye and suddenly Jake was excited and standing up. Walking back and forth from his kitchen into the living room."Who else got it? No. Don't tell me. Susan, right? and Jack Bing! Am I right?"
"Who else knows the UN inside out. Plus they needed someone to blow Kofi Annan for the free trade zone story."
"You're fucking sick, you know that, Ted?""You're praises are flattering, Jake. But I'm telling you this could be the big break you needed. Once you're there, then there's nothing they won't do for you."
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Jake Part 14
Jake was proud of himself by now. He was 32, single and willing to please his bosses. He loved his job more than anything. And he had sacrificed time and energy to be where he was now. Being from Baton Rouge didn't help either. The common mentality was that he would always be an outsider to the cosmopolitan New Orleaneans.
It didn't help that he sometimes, though not as often as he used to, speak in his Lousiana drawl. He wasn't proud of it, but he learned at 24 not to give a shit. Now he lets his accent hang loose.
"So what if I sound like a fucking redneck from the bayou? At least I do a hell of a job," he once said, half drunk, to some colleagues after work."So what the fuck do you care! Motherfucker!"Jake had a tendency to be overly dramatic during the most unexpected times.
He did have his mood swings. His closest friends would know when to lie low. But most of his colleagues have never seen that part of Jake.
The phone rang.It was Madeline, Jake's mother in Baton Rouge."JJ I've got bad news. I can't come over the weekend.""Why not?" he managed to sound concerned."The medicine's not sitting well with me. Your father is no help either. Always going out to catch a few fish, drinking budweisers with Moe and Luke out on the lawn. Making a mess of the place, as usual..."
"Mom, don't start.""I'm sick and tired JJ. And now I'm literally sick, what with this darn medicine I'm taking. Anyways, I can't make it this weekend, honey. So you just tell your sister I can't make it."Usually Jake would talk more, but he wanted to end the conversation with his mother as quickly as possible.
He wanted to bask in his current victory of getting a major assignment"I'll see what I can do."He couldn't help asking about his father. They exchanged small talk and Jake said goodbye and put down the receiver. He sat there on his four-seater sofa, cordless phone on his left hand while his right hand scratched the velvety maroon fabric.
Scratch, scratch, scratch. It made a sound, which became louder. He raised his right hand to his face, and kissed the back of his palms. while inhaling deeply. It was a childhood peeve. He dialed a number on the cordless phone.
A soft female voice answered the call."Hello." said the sleepy voice."Hi."
"Hey, how you doin'?"
"Okay. Could feel much better."
"Oh, I see. It's that type of call."
"What type of call?"
"Argh.."
"I know you were on all night. But what if I propose to you something..."
"Can't handle big words now. Still half asleep. What do you want, Jake?"
"I want to come over."A long pause, and then a sigh from the woman.
"Christ, get a life Jake."
"You know that turns me on when you say that."
"I know you're speaking but it's all sounds like blah blah blah right now." She was officially pissed off that he woke her from sleep. She was also mumbling.
"Please, let me come over. I want to come over. Can I?"
"Ermmm...well.....ok...I dunno. Can I just sleep while you come over. You can watch me sleep. That doesn't sound right." She was mumbling and talking nonsense."I'm gonna kill you."
"I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Jake took his key from his jeans pocket. He opened the front door, then closed it behind him. He sneaked slowly through the living room and then pushed open the bedroom door which was left slightly ajar. "Knock, knock," he said half whispering.The young woman curled up in comforter and pyjamas was ignoring him. Probably sleeping, he thought. Nah.Jake hung his leather jacket behind the bedroom door. He peeled off his wool sweater and took off his jeans. Jeans and sweater lay on the floor. Jake was standing close to the woman's head by the side of the bed."Wakey wakey, Dr Green. Paging Dr Elena Green. He slowly lifted up part the comforter and snuggled behind her. He held her from behind. He kissed her neck from behind. "Just sleep. I'm tired," she said half awake.Jake pulled his body closer to her with his arms enveloped around hers, the best way he knew how. They stayed that way for the rest of the afternoon.
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Jake - Part 15
It was the Labour Day weekend and half of the students at Pencey Prep were away. The daily routines were not like usual. The dining hall which was often filled to the brim with hungry co-eds was only a fraction of its crowd. There were no prep in the mornings or afternoons, or at night. Students were free to study whenever they wanted. Though many students needn't study during this time, those who stayed back at the dorms continued to cram as if their life depended on it. In fact, their lives did depend on it. The finals were coming and it was "make it or break it" time.
Whatever happened during this final would affect the rest of their meagre lives. The results would influence their applications to many Ivy league universities in this land we call the United States of America.
Jacob Johann Smith was a teenager of 17 years, and under pressure to do well in his exams. But at this point he only felt like smoking weed.
"This is sweet..." smiled the adolescent Jacob while he passed around the rolled cannabis to his dorm-mate Avery Hutton.
"I could stay like this forever, and be proud that I did something useful with my life," Jacob continued with the gusto of an amateur pothead.
"Fuck you. You only had one drag and you're fucking Hemmingway," Avery blurted. He was shirtless and much taller and plump compared to the skinny Jacob.
But like many people say, you are what your friends are. Jacob had put on the pounds these past few months since Avery moved into Jacob's dorm.
Another dormate, Raul Gonzales once observed, "Jake, why you so fat now? What I tell ya, being friends with that big-assed Avery has gotten you all fat just like him." What bullocks.
The air inside the common bathroom was smokey and dark. It was 2.30pm in the afternoon and nobody was in the 12-bed dorm. There were only two sinks, two urinals, two shower rooms and two closed toilets. The space was small so Jacob was seated against the wall near the furthest bathroom stall while Avery was slouching over Jacob, occassionally passing the joint.
"You think your name is pass the joint"- Gavin DeGraw.
"Why is everybody freaking out about this exam?" Jacob finally asked after a long pause.
"It's an important exam. It's a rite of passage for any kid. Like it or not, everyone has to go through it if you wanna go to college." Avery was more level headed in his studies compared to Jacob. He had moved to Pencey from california only six months earlier. Everyone teased him for his physique and general blabber-mouth demeanor.
But Jacob, as everyone called him in Pencey, got along well with Avery. Sometimes, you'd catch the duo speaking in a southern Lousiana drawl. Avery had lived in Baton Rouge for almost ten years when his father was stationed at the army camp. But their paths never crossed because they attended different schools.
"I hate this school." Jacob declared. "You don't hate this school," Avery replied. "You just hate your life."
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