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Cause We're on Top of The World, Dude

A lil smoke, a lil fresh air, and a lot of comradery

By Oneg In The ArcticPublished about 3 hours ago 2 min read
Cause We're on Top of The World, Dude
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“We are the world, dude. Everything around us is just us on the outside.”

“What?”

“Like the trees dude, they’re just us but like stick figures with bushy-ass hair”

“Like pubes?”

“No man, you’re a pube. Like listen. That wind? That’s just the earth’s breath. We breathe the same air man. The same.”

“Bro, you are whacked. Only air you’re breathin’ right now is this fattie’s.”

“You ain’t listenin’ fam. That rock? That’s your brain right now. Gotta be more river like. Go with the flow. Be the butterfly, oh look!”

“That’s not a butterfly dummy that’s a moth.”

“Yeah but it’s goin’ towards the light. That’s what you should do dude.”

“Don’t you start with that again. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Smoke some more and then you’ll see man, it’s all gonna be okay.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you said yesterday and the day before. Still woke up feeling like trash on fire.”

“Like the world, dude. Just us on the inside, I’m telling you.”

“Okay, okay, both me and the world are dumpster fires. I got it.”

“But that light man, it’s still there- no wait that’s the cops, shit.”

“I told you this was a bad spot bro.”

“Boys, what are you doing up there?”

“Nothin', officer paw patrol, don’t got nothin’ t'worry about.”

“Bro, shut up”

“Doesn’t sound like it by the tone of your voice, son.”

“We’re just having some heart to heart up here officer; we don’t mean any disrespect.”

“Yeah man, we’re just saying how we’re all part of the outside and it’s all part of the inside ya know? And you’re like the thorny bushes, always turnin’ up all prick-like.”

“Brooo, shut the fuck up.”

“You’d best be listening to your friend there or we’re going to have a problem, son.”

“And you’d best be hearing me popo, we’ve gotta water these lands better, I’m parched as fuck. Toss me up one of those beers down there, would'ja officer?”

“Dumbass…”

“Son, I’m going to give you until the count of ten to get your wasted skinny ass down here before I not only take you down to the station but also toss you in jail for the night.”

“First of Mr. Officer, my ass ain’t skinny. I don’t care what you say, Philly likes my ass just the way it is. Bent over and beggin’ for 'im. SECOND, I ain’t comin’ nowhere with ya. I gotta stay here and cheer up my good pal cause he’s been real upsetti spagthetti lately and what kind of friend would I be if I just up ‘n’ abandoned him, HUH? You tellin’ me you would just up ‘n’ out on your friend like that if he had all them demons sucking up the oxygen in his head man? HUH?

“Bro…”

“Boy, I don’t know what you be going on about but you’re only making it worse for yourself.”

“Bro just listen to him, it’s over.”

“No dude, it ain’t over. We can’t just give up like that. We are the world, dude. We can do anything we wanna. You jus’ gotta believe me okay? Just trust, man. I gotchu. I gotch-”

“Dispatch, I’m going to need you to send over an ambulance round back of Jerry’s yard. We’ve got a stoner who fell out of a tree here with more than just nonsense leaking out of his head.”

"Bro..."

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About the Creator

Oneg In The Arctic

A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.

Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices

Water is Life ✊

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  • James U. Rizzi28 minutes ago

    What a story. A real master class of dialogue. I smiled the whole way though this one is a hit

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