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School Storytime: Woodn’t That Hurt?

KC J. Hutchins

I was a theater kid in high school if I hadn’t said this before. Now, we possessed a small budget, which meant we needed to save money wherever possible. One way was to recycle old set pieces, using bits of it over and over again. This we stored in a closet. During my senior year, I noticed how disorganized it became over the years. Either I decided to take on the task to get my mind off things or I was assigned to it… I don’t remember. Whatever the reason it, I should’ve thought twice before agreeing. It. Took. Forever. To make things worse, it was very heavy. By the end of it I was sweating like a pig and sore beyond belief. Literally laid on the floor for a good twenty minutes to restore my energy. By the end of it, it was organized by size and easy to access. I was pretty proud of my work.

Closing night came for our musical and we were breaking down the set. They needed my height to help with it. I noticed groups bringing wood to the closet. Without a second thought, I reminded them I’d organized it and to please keep it that way. They agreed, but a feeling lingered in my stomach… So, once I was no longer needed, I went to check on it. Turning the corner, a clear yell erupted from my throat. Instead of my finely kept project, I was greeted with a wooden pile of chaos. My noise was so loud my stage manager across the way asked if I was ok. He at the time was putting away and organizing the props. Striding across the stage, his mouth dropped seeing the dilemma. He’d seen the finished product and said he’d talk to everyone later. Back to his spot, I tried to adjust a few pieces… and heard a bit of tumbling and creaking. I knew what was about to happen… crossed my arms and braced myself while the pile of wood crashed down on me. For a second, I just laid there… grumbling and growling from the pain. A friend of mine found me, yelling for others to help me. After a few pieces were removed, I shook off the rest while crawling out. I shot the group a look and walked away. I could hear some yelling at them, but I didn’t care at that point. Spent the rest of the time venting to my stage manager. On the positive side, I wasn’t required to do anything else for the rest of the night. It was a shame since it was the musical for my senior year. Left me with a bitter taste in my mouth… or was that just a mouthful of splinters? In all seriousness, I was fine by the end of it. No injuries to speak of that night. I wish there was a picture, because I guarantee it looked really funny with me under the pile.

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Family Storytime: My Brother’s Title

KC J. Hutchins

Those who didn’t read my other story about my cousin’s title might not understand what this means. If you want the explanation, click here (https://kcjhutchins.com/2023/06/13/video-game-storytime-my-cousins-title/). Otherwise, I’m continuing on. So, I grew up playing video games with my younger brother. This, of course, meant we played a lot of co-op games since competitions would occasionally end badly. For those who’ve never played a game with someone, you might find people think very differently from you. For instance, boulders are blocking your path and your thought is to blow them up to clear the path. However, your partner thinks to jump over the rocks instead. When he was a kid, he’d always head straight to the treasure… often at my expense. There would be hordes of enemies after us, but the glitter of gold would pull him away… leaving me with the enemies.
Barely scraping by, I’d annoyingly yell for him to come back… which he’d often respond with, “We need the treasure.”
I’d remind him by saying, “We could grab it afterwards. You know once the enemies aren’t trying to kill us?”
“Oh, I’ll remember next time.” He’d always say.
While I was in high school, we played this dragon game (The Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon) where we were linked. Try to pull too far away and you’d pull your partner. Surrounded, my brother went straight for the treasure. I, unable to stand my ground or really fight, soon fainted and this causes us both to lose.
He asks, “What the heck? How did you die?”
Which I responded, “I was a victim of greed.”
He laughed realizing what happened at which I joined in the revelry. However, it gets worse. Since he’d left me to fight on my own so often, I was a considerable high level… while he wasn’t. We ended up playing the stupid siege level sooooo many times due to this little hiccup. But, oh no, this isn’t what gave him his title. After all, this was too soon before the idea came to my head.

Fast forward to around myself starting college. My brother convinced me to play this Zelda game where we fight on a battlefield (I don’t remember the name). At one point in the game, you need to face three boss fighters at once. Now, they are quite far from one another at first… so you could take them down one at a time. I mean the only way they’d come together is if you lured them over. No one in the right mind would do this… right? Can you tell what happened? That’s correct… my brother purposedly lured them over to me as he went to swipe the treasures. An act of betrayal while he laughed and watched me take these down by myself. Which was working… until a boss noticed and rolled after him. The fight was much easier at that point.
When it was all over and done, I turned to him and exclaimed, “You are officially known as the Treasure Seeker, and I will remember that!”
We both were laughing our butts off from the whole thing. To this day, he continues to hunt for the treasure to stay true to his title.

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School Storytime: Bear Skin

KC J. Hutchins

While in high school, I was in the Gateway Club. This was a group which possessed its own room with a teacher. It was a place for those who did well in school to focus on studies or work on extracurricular activities. Very helpful since they geared up with computers. This particular day I needed them for a project. I don’t quite remember what it was… something about designing a room for a character, I think? Either way, I thought a bear skin rug would be appropriate. So, I typed it into the search engine then looked at the images. I looked at the screen, back up at the search bar, and blinked twice. On the screen were several naked women along with some bear skin rugs.

Stunned, I stammered, “I think there’s a cyber problem.”
The Gateway teacher gasped and exclaimed, “KC! That’s not appropriate!”
“It’s not what it looks like! Just look at the search bar!”
She looked at the location and then laughed hardily and replied, “Oh, yeah that is a problem. I’ll let the IT person know right away.”
“And while you do that, I’ll get the picture I need and shut it down.”

She nodded while heading next door. I grabbed my picture and shut the search down. A long breath came out as I looked up at the ceiling. Then the room filled with my own laughter. I couldn’t believe the school overlooked such a simple mistake. The funniest part? A month after the incident, I searched this again with no one in the room. Guess what wasn’t fixed? Laughing to myself, I shook my head and shut it down. It seemed students weren’t the only procrastinators after all.

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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.