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Crash and Burnout, Part 1

Posted on Mon Feb 19th, 2018 @ 2:35am by Unawakened Devon Spencer

Mission: Pre-Awakening
Location: Williamsburg, Virginia
Timeline: Tuesday, 09 March 2010
Tags: Devon, Dev, Deo, Spencer, Bobbie, Mitchum, Harvey, Nussbaum, Wendy

Previously, “Tripping Balls Down the Rabbit Hole”

Apathy has rained on me
Now I'm feeling like a
Soggy dream
So close to drowning but
I don't mind
I'll live inside this mental cave
Throw my emotions in the grave
Hell, who needs them
Anyway


– Green Day, “Burnout”

“Wisdom consists of the anticipation of consequences.” – Norman Cousins


Spring Break week had come to the College of William and Mary. Students fled town in droves, headed to a variety of exotic destinations like Cancun or Daytona Beach. At 2:00 PM on Tuesday Devon Spencer enjoyed the exotic destination of “Aromas” for a full-time work shift.

It was not all bad. Dev would rather have spent his week lounging on a beach in Mexico, ogling Bobbie in a skimpy speedo but the shop was warm and cozy. The smell of fresh roasted coffee beans tempted the nose while mouth-watering pastries delighted patrons and employees alike. They tempted Devon more than usual.

The Greek boy had been constantly hungry since he and Bobbie got high at the boyfriend’s apartment. Dev heard that smoking pot gave some people the munchies but this was ridiculous. A full day passed since then and the Greek boy still could not get enough to eat.

Yesterday saw two full lunches at the “Grecian Plate” wolfed down. After that, dinner at the Joneses and a few hours later leftovers, then pizza delivery, sandwiches, and lastly, cookies and milk in the middle of the night. This morning Devon devoured as much as Sandy dared to feed him. Devon worried about putting on weight and so he joined Bobbie at the gym.

Bobbie helped his young companion put together a weight training and aerobic program to help Deo build more muscle mass to compliment his parkour regimen. Devon thought getting his mind off of food might help him come down from the munchies but if anything, he felt worse after working out.

Instead of feeling pumped after his workout, the young Greek felt as if he pushed his muscles way too hard. That and his stomach felt wrapped around his spine with hunger. By the time the boys clocked in at work Devon had bought pain pills, heating rub, and a wholesale box of cheese crackers, as he was only allowed one free meal on the job. Harvey noticed Devon constantly snacking and drinking coffee while he worked. He wondered why the kid moved slowly, as if in pain and then his eyes lit with horror. He drew Bobbie into the office, closed the door, and proceeded to smack the shocked college boy up back of the head.

“You schmuck,” Harvey snapped in disappointment, “you knocked him up!”

Bobbie glared indignantly, “What, who?”

“Dev, who else!”

“Harvey, have you been drinking today?” The young masseur rubbed his sore head.

“That’s not the point! What’s going on with Dev? He’s eating non-stop and moving around like my Grandma Gail after a week-long bender!” He pointed a pudgy finger warningly and squinted his eyes, “I don’t know what kind of gymnastics you two are doing at night but if you’ve knocked that kid up, I’m going to put my foot so far up your ass it’ll clear your sinuses!”

Bobbie stared flatly, “Harvey, Dev is a guy; he can’t get pregnant.”

“If anybody can do it, it’s you!” Harvey took a step away, muttering a string of Yiddish curses. “Oyskrenkn zol er dus mame’s milakh.{1} Mother warned me to watch out for the pretty boys but did I listen? ” He whirled around, “So, what is wrong with him?”

“I don’t know, to be honest,” Bobbie shrugged helplessly. “He’s been sore since this morning and he’s been hungry ever since we got high Sunday night.”

Bushy, salt and pepper eyebrows shot nearly to Harvey’s hairline. His hands started shaking with impotent fury as he searched the room. “Brick coffee … where’s the brick coffee … I need a murder weapon!”

“Harvey, dude, calm down!” Bobbie took his friend by the shoulders. “Look me in the eye. No, no, look me in both eyes, Harvey. Remember when we talked about how THC might help Dev’s PTSD? We were right, he showed dramatic improvement. It was amazing, Harvey!”

“So, what the fuck’s wrong with him now, huh? I’ve known that kid since he skulked into the bar like a scared little chick on his first trip out of the hen house! I’ve kept him safe from the hawks, Bobbie! He was supposed to be a good influence on you, not the other way around!”

Bobbie drew back, visibly stung. He heaved a forlorn sigh, “I wanted to protect him too, okay? I kept him away from my place. I held back from telling him about being a stripper because I knew he would get curious. His mom lied to him twice and it fucked him up, bad. We started talking about secrets and coming clean. He has been honest with me from the day we met, Harv; look me in the eye and tell me that I should have lied to him!”

A meshugener zol men oyshraybn, un im araynshraybn.”{2} Harvey threw up his hands in exasperation. “You didn’t have to get him high, Bobbie!”

“You’ve met my roommates, Harvey. Just walking into that dump got Dev high.” The muscular masseur sat in the desk chair next to the desk where he propped on his knees and gripped his hair anxiously. “Dev got curious about pot and wanted to try it. Later he told me how much he wanted to be part of my life. He wanted me to know how much he loved me just as I was. He didn’t want me to change. I think he did it to make me feel better.”

Bobbie hung his head miserably. “He completely trapped me, Harvey. If I had pulled him away to protect him then it would have looked like I didn’t trust him. Besides, he was a grown man and could make his own decisions. I bit my lip and stayed close to him.” He took a steadying breath before sitting up with a look of resignation. “He wanted us to be completely open and honest with each other and you know what, he was right. Kick my ass if you want, Harvey but I love him. I’m going to do right by him even when it leads to mistakes.”

“Ugh, my eyes are rotting from sugar,” Harvey feigned disgust but his smile was warm. “You guys are going to drive me to drink!”

“Harvey,” Bobbie looked bemused, “you already drink.”

“You drive me to it! ” Harvey opened his mouth to say more but the door burst open. Wendy poked her head in with breathless worry.

“There you are! Dev is in the bathroom. He’s really sick!”

Bobbie bolted out the door and followed the sounds of vomiting to the break room. There he found the bathroom door shut. “Dev, you okay in there?” The response was another violent heave.

“Ew, poor kid,” Wendy cringed in sympathy.

“Wendy, hon, thank you, but I need you out at the counter. We’ve got Dev. I’ll let you know how he’s doing,” Harvey placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She nodded sadly and called out to Dev before leaving.

“Get better soon, kiddo!”

“Dev, I’m coming in,” Bobbie opened the door slowly in case Devon protested. He stepped the rest of the way when he saw that his beloved rested on his knees hugging the toilet. The air stung of bile and stomach acid.

As a pre-med student, Bobbie pointedly observed the mess in the toilet for signs of blood. Strangely, for all Devon heaved, the green-eyed student saw little to show for the effort. Bobbie knelt beside his companion and rubbed his back comfortingly. He listened to make sure Devon breathed clearly.

“Deo,” Bobbie spoke soothingly.

Devon gulped breathlessly, his face strewn with tears, his lips glistening. He flicked his bloodshot, blue gaze to Bobbie and spoke in a voice burned raw by acid. “I feel awful.”

“Do you feel like you’re done?” Bobbie brushed away a few errant locks of Devon’s hair.

“I’ve been dry heaving since just after I got in here,” The young artist leaned back from the foul-smelling toilet. “I … I think it’s over. At least, I hope so”

Bobbie flushed the toilet. Meanwhile, Harvey dampened a clean dish towel from the kitchen and handed it over along with a glass of water. He caught sight of Devon’s wan, pale features and frowned, “You look like shit, kid.”

“I feel like it,” Devon accepted the cloth and rinsed his mouth with the water. After he spat Bobbie helped him to his feet. The artist protested awkwardly, “You didn’t have to rush in. I’ve thrown up before.”

“No leaving somebody alone while he’s puking. A little green-eyed bird taught me that.” Harvey pointed at Bobbie. “Remember how we met, Bobbie?”

“How can I forget,” Bobbie smiled, if distracted.

“I close down the ‘Rainbow Cactus’ on a Wednesday night like always when it occurs to me that I might have sipped a bit too much of the sauce.” Harvey began.

“I saw this tubby guy rushing into the women’s bathroom, finger on his lips like out of some cartoon.” Bobbie laughed.

“I start my business, egged on by the smell of the tampon box.”

“Harvey!” Devon gagged.

“Oh, sorry, anyway, I’m doing my business when the hottest stripper I’d ever seen steps behind me and says, ‘you going to be okay?’.” I don’t remember what happened next.”

“He said, ‘You sick bastard! Go get your kinks somewhere else’,” Bobbie added helpfully. “I explained to him that I was a medical student and that it was a bad idea to leave someone to vomit alone. He could choke and die.”

“‘Best … pickup line … ever,’ I’m thinking but, what the hell. He was easy on the eyes and playing good samaritan. He brings me a wet paper towel and bottled water. We get to chatting and the rest is history.”

Devon finished cleaning up and laughed, “You guys met while Harvey was puking in the ladies room at a bar. Why am I not surprised? Wait,” The artist peered suspiciously at Harvey, “You knew Bobbie was a stripper and never told me?”

“I knew you’d figure it out,” the pudgy manager crinkled his eyes impishly.

“You bastard,” Devon laughed before sucking down his water.

“Whoa, hon, drink slowly or you’ll just throw it back up.” Bobbie cautioned.

“Damn, after all this I still feel hungry!” Devon groaned.

“Maybe you should get to a doctor,” Harvey took the cloth from Devon.

“Yeah, my cousin, Tina is in town. I can call her.” The artist agreed.

“Clock out and go home, kid. Call me later if you need another day off.”

“Thanks, Harvey.”

“Go with him,” the salty drinker hooked his head for Bobbie to join Devon. “He might choke, who knows?”

“You are horrible, Harvey.” Bobbie shook his head.

“I’m horrible?” bushy eyebrows shot up incredulously. “Who got his boyfriend high and brought him into work puking his brains out? Get out of here, you little schlemiels!”


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{1} Oyskrenkn zol er dus mame’s milakh: Yiddish, “He should get so sick as to cough up his mother’s milk.”

{2} A meshugener zol men oyshraybn, un im araynshraybn.: Yiddish, “They should free a madman, and lock him up.”


-To be continued-

 

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