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School Storytime: A Smell

KC J. Hutchins

While in high school, I befriended many people in the marching band. (A shocker I know) So, almost every Friday I went to the games while it was in season. This particular night I went with a friend of mine. We didn’t possess any money at the time, and it cost a little bit to attend the game. Usually, we stayed after school to avoid this obstacle. However, I was sure there was some money in my room at home. We went to my house and gamed for a couple hours before leaving. My mom was nice enough to drop us off and agreed to pick us up later. My friend and I walked up to the gate, and I looked in my wallet… empty. Well, that’s a problem. We can’t go in through the school because it’s locked at this time of night.

As I’m wracking my brain on how to slip in, my friend suggests an idea. The back way around was never monitored. I mention a concern about how sketchy people seem to hang around there. He assured me it would be fine. We made our way around and are greeted with smoke. Several individuals were doing so as we passed by. We tried not to look at anyone between some make out sessions and the others. Finally passing through, my friend and I looked at each other and shook our heads. Almost at the same time we both said, “Never again.” Remarking, afterwards at how someone back there must of angered a skunk for the smell was awful.

The game went on normal enough. A few looks here and there. Later in the night, we noticed the cops blocked off the passage we originally entered. We didn’t think much about it. Figured they caught some of the underaged smokers back there. Towards the end of the night, one of the officers came towards us. Asking if we went into the roped off area. We told the truth and he seemed satisfied with the answer. The rest of the night was uneventful; just a normal night of fun and our team lost again.

When it was time to leave, we crawled into my mom’s car. Immediately, she turned around, glared, and growled, “What were you doing?”
My friend and I were like deer caught in the headlights… looking at each other with baffled expressions. We both were calculating what we could’ve done to anger her so quickly.
“What do you mean Mom?” I asked
“The smell…”
“What smell?” My friend asked.
“You both know what smell. It’s so distinctive.” She snapped.
“Is it a skunk smell? We smelt it earlier, but we didn’t think it sprayed us. Quick pull over and we cant put a coat underneath us.” I said hurriedly.
She pulled over, turned around, and said, “No! Boys you smell like weed!”

Click. Soooooo many things made sense from our night.
My friend was the first to say, “I swear we didn’t.” Following this up by explaining our night to her… including the part of avoiding entry payment. I, being the savvy health student, pointed out some facts.
“Our eyes aren’t bloodshot right? And isn’t hard to be coherent while under that influence? If we were high, there’s no way we could hide that.”
She looked at both of us and figured we told the truth. Commenting afterwards, if we needed the money to enter we could always ask her and not to take the passage again. Not that we ever would after everything. Besides we couldn’t, the cops watched the area from then onwards. We breathed a sigh of relief from the whole ordeal… and we now knew the smell. As an adult writing this, I don’t know why we couldn’t smell it on us.

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Video Game Storytime: My Cousin’s Title

KC J. Hutchins

I’d use the previous word epithet, but I recently found the word is considered insulting now compared to the past. So, I’ll be using the word title. For those who don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s the stuff phrase after a name. Think Vlad the Impaler. In my phone, I give this to all my contacts (in good humor). My cousin earned his name while playing a round of Golden Eye. This is a James Bond game in the shooter category. On this round of play, we were at a map called Train. Its layout included a subway-like train cars on top of an incline overlooking various construction work structures. Three of us were playing: my brother, my cousin, and I. Sneaking around, I watched as my brother and cousin squared off.

Shots back and forth until my brother pulls a rocket launcher. My cousin stood in the doorway of the train car as I start to her him panic. I watched as a missile slowly inched across the screen. All the while my cousin simply saying no over and over… while not moving. I swear I could’ve made a sandwich by the time it hit. But nope… my cousin decided to watch it all the way until it hit him square in the face. My brother and I crack up laughing, followed closely by our cousin. Our controllers were put aside as we were rolling on the ground laughing. We asked him in between spurts why didn’t he take cover… He retorted with “I panicked” and “Why didn’t I take cover?!”. When we finally recovered, I discovered his title. From now on… he is known as the RPG Watcher… a title he relishes and smiles when I mention it.

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School Storytime: Blindfolded Roller-skating

KC J. Hutchins

When I was a senior in high school, I was lucky enough to play the male lead in our school musical… I heard that. The eye roll of a senior getting the male lead. What a shocker. A fair point I suppose given the general view of high school theater. I can assure you though my director didn’t possess this kind of bias. In previous years, they’d made a sophomore the lead. Anyways, in this musical I received the immense honor of tap dancing (something I’d never done before) and roller-skate blindfolded. The latter was the challenge. Of course, my eyes weren’t truly concealed. I could mostly see the stage… just the edge was the problem. Luckily, I never tipped off it. However… there was one injury which occurred.

So, in the show there is a scene where I must chase my love interest off stage. There were safety measures in place when I darted off. Three people were assigned to catch me as soon as I exited. Here we were practicing the same routine. On this particular day, I was asked to go faster than normal. I checked with the cast/director to make sure safety measures were in place. They assured me everything would be fine. Keeping in mind there were several close calls before I simply shrugged. Scene progresses as normal. Love interest exits and I dart off like a bullet. Through to doorway and I see… nothing. Not a single cast member in sight. You know what I did see? I terrified mini orchestra watching the comedy unfolding in front of them. (Granted they didn’t think that at the time. Genuinely concerned but might as well make a joke out of it) Here I went shoulder first into the wall making me twist into the prop bed… which I swear possessed a wicked sense of humor for the corner of it nailed me in the crotch. All of a sudden, I could hit soprano notes. I promptly keeled over that bed and tried to stop the spinning, pain, and blacking out. The first to get to me was the orchestra. They were quick to find aid and steady me. Next was my choir teacher who saw the whole thing happen from his office which was right next to backstage. He went to get ice packs while my director and my cast mates came behind her. Each made sure I was alright before my director called for all of them to meet onstage. Obviously, I was excused as I was still reeling from the event. I tried to listen in on the meeting… well it was more of a yelling. My director was furious the whole thing occurred. Telling them they were going to rerun the safety measures every time and it was one of the most important jobs they possessed to make the show work. Though maybe I’m remembering it wrong. I honestly was barely with it at the time and I’m pretty sure I took a cat nap. All I knew was afterwards they never forgot to catch me each time. On several occasions my choir teacher joined to catch the speeding me. Can’t blame the cast too much, I think. After all I was one of the taller people in the group. Who wants to try and stop an over 6-foot person whose roller-skating at full speed blindfolded?