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18 Weeks of Twoey - 81. Week Twelve Thursday, November 20, 2014: Which David?
Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
The whilst their own birds famish in their nests
Titus Andronicus -WS
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Today I woke early and was clearheaded. That felt great. On the other hand, the pain in my side didn’t feel so great, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t tough out. When my nurse paid a visit to collect blood, I asked if I could get up to try using the walker thingy. She asked me to wait a minute. Pretty soon that big guy, Sawyer, came in to give me instructions on how to get out of bed. Once again, he showed me the way to lean on the damn thing with my left leg cast resting forward on the rail. Sawyer took me through it all carefully, as though he hadn’t already shown me yesterday. I figured he knew people forget stuff while drug hazed.
He was pretty good at making sure I did it all by myself. He told me crutches wouldn’t be for a couple more days. Anyway, while it hurt my side a lot and required shallower breathing, I was able to get into the bathroom. I peed by getting almost right over the toilet, aiming straight down. Good, no more bottle. I worked my way back to bed, under his careful observation and occasional guidance. Sawyer told me I did great. It took a lot out of me though.
After he left I called Sam to tell him I’d need crutches instructions. He’s the only one of the gang with any experience. Sam had me laughing. It felt great too. He asked me a bunch of questions about Johnson and his car. I wondered why he wanted to know that shit.
Anyway, he called back a little later reminding me to call Gary. I knew he’d be in class, but I called anyway, figuring he’d answer when he could. Gary did return the call right after class. It was good talking to him again! I think that IV must have given me a shot of pain killer cuz I was getting sleepy talking to Gary. After we hung up I slept for a couple hours.
Lunch was soup and Jell-o and a not so great sandwich. As soon as the lunch was eaten, I needed to take a crap. I figured, what the hell, I can do this. Swinging out of bed, I managed to walk/roll into the bathroom again. It was actually easier than the first time. Practice makes perfect, I guess. Anyway, I figured out how to sit on the toilet, which wasn’t all that difficult.
After finishing and returning to bed, I smiled to myself. No more bedpan! YAY!
Dad arrived shortly after my bathroom victory. I know it’s gross, but I boasted about it to him. We talked for about an hour. He told me all kinds of stories about him and Gary’s father Tony, when they were in high school together. I never heard any of these before. I wonder why? Anyway it seems he and Tony were the terrible twosome of the Owego Academy, the high school near their hometown of Apalachin on the Susquehanna River. Maybe that’s why he never told me. He was afraid I’d try to follow suit ...hehe.
Anyway he went on and on about their football exploits as Owego Indians. It was soothing, almost white noise. It drew me toward sleep. On the other hand, maybe it was the drugs. That shit must be on a timer or something.
Later, after I was conscious again, my supper arrived. It was some kind of pasta in some kind of sauce. It was pretty bland. It made me miss Ginny’s. In fact, it made me miss Ginny!
I’d better start making a list. I need to apologize to a bunch of people. I haven’t been a very nice person. Those thoughts started making be very sad. I always wanted to be the guy who put smiles on people’s faces. I’ve been a major downer lately. I really started feeling like shit. Which “me” will I become? Will I be able to revert to the old David or has David2 changed me forever?
Thankfully, before I started getting too morose, Tommy showed up with Aunt Sarah. Tommy always finds a way to brighten my mood. He even made me call Twoey. No, I didn’t crow about my bathroom victory.
Although, I might have if Aunt Sarah weren’t there ...hehe.
Sam
Before I left for school, I got a call from David telling me he's out of ICU and even will be home by next week.
“Hey Sam, you'll have to teach me how to walk with crutches, I have a broken leg.”
I had broken my leg a couple of years ago falling out of a tree.
“No problem! I want to sign your cast, save me a space.”
“I'll save you the space right over my ass ...haha ...no, it doesn't go quite that high.”
It was good to hear him laughing again. I haven't heard David laugh in weeks! He didn’t sound quite completely with it. I’m sure he’s drugged up. Maybe he’ll get used to the feeling and accept one of my joints now.
“OMG Sam! You won't believe this! I can’t remember who, but either my father or Tommy told me Pastor Johnson and his entire church folded and left town like the circus they always were. I'm finally free of that pig-fucker!”
“That’s amazing. Just what you wanted. Did they tell you anything else?”
“My father did. He told me his wife left him.”
“Ouch. How do you feel about that?”
“Sad for Dad.”
“And for you?”
“She was the pig he was fucking, remember? I’ll never forgive her for that. It leaves me a bit confused though. My Aunt Sarah will be living with us from now on. Tommy referred to her as our new mother. I don’t want to think of her as my new mother. It’s only because all thoughts associated between the words mother and my have been poisoned in my mind forever. I like Aunt Sarah too much.”
“I’ll be in to see you as soon as I can.”
“Oh, Sam? That folder I gave you?”
“Don't worry, it’s all taken care of. By the way, what kind of car did that pastor have?”
“A Ford Explorer. I followed that damn SUV all last week.”
“You didn’t by chance catch the plate number.”
“It’s etched into my brain. PPF-248”
“Hehe ...I guess it must be! Well I gotta leave for school now”
“OK. Thanks for everything Sam.”
After we hung up I called my friend at the police department to find out what, if anything, was going on. I mean no one has heard much. He told me some State attorney was in charge. This guy has taken over the case and sealed it up tight as a drum.
Even though three lawyers from some big Albany law firm showed up to represent the three scumbags, they couldn’t get them out. My friend wasn’t even sure whose jurisdiction this case was going to land in. He expects the three to be moved out of the county soon.
On the walk to school, I gave Gary the pastor’s car info and plate number.
“Thanks Sam. That’s great information. I’m glad David remembered. Who would have thought?”
But I could tell Gary was a little upset David called me and not him this morning. After we got to school I called David to tell him he’d better call his best friend, or he wouldn’t have one for long.
Gary
When Sam gave me the pastor’s car description and even the plate number, I realized it was the same car my mother had seen. I was hurt David hadn’t called me. I guess it made me feel even more depressed than before. But during first period my phone vibrated and I saw it was from David. I called him back between classes.
I could tell the poor guy wasn’t completely with it. They must be pumping pain killers into him. Anyway it made me feel a lot better. I felt better simply hearing his voice, spaced as it was. I ditched my second period class to take care of business with Uncle John. I told him everything Sam and Twoey told me yesterday, plus what I knew. He now knows the name of the corporation which owned the church (thanks to Sam) and he knows the guy porking David’s mother is Enos Johnson (thanks to Twoey and Sam).
Then I told him my discoveries from today.
“Johnson is the guy she left with. My mother saw it with her own eyes. The guy owns a Ford Explorer, with a NY plate PPF-248.”
“Holy shit godson! You really did good work! I can’t believe you got his plate number. That’s a real pro job! It’ll make everything easier. I’m gonna send you an extra gift as reward!”
He was impressed with me and thanked me a lot for all the information. I guess I’ll be getting a check in the mail. Uncle John is always generous with me.
Twoey
Yesterday, my Wednesday with Erik was sweet. Kisses and blowjobs. He was very gentle and very loving. We didn't stay at his place too long. He said he didn't want to over-tax me. Erik drove me home but also came in to say hello to Mom. He wasn't shy either. He gave me an amazing kiss goodbye right in front of Mom!
Today, the word is pretty much all around that David is on the road to recovery and isn't in ICU. I practically threatened Mom if she didn’t take me there after school tomorrow. But I think she really wants to go see him too.
After dinner I decided to text David. Before I could, he actually called.
“It's too hard to text you with my left hand in a cast. About the only thing I'm able to do with it is give somebody the finger!”
He sounded a little clearer than yesterday, but still a little not-quite-all-there. I’m sure he had no memory of the aborted call last night.
“Aw ...that means we can't talk dirty.”
“Yeah, well I think Tommy heard what you said cuz he's got a boner now and I know it's not because of me!”
I heard Tommy curse him in the background and then David laughed really hard. My Angel laughed!!! I started crying.
“Twoey! Are you crying? It was just a joke.”
“No you dumb fuck! I was crying because you're laughing ...for the first time in weeks!”
“Yeah ...sorry about that. I was fighting some shit but it's all over now. Get this ...Tommy told me there was a boy who looked just like me living in my room for the past week or so.”
I heard Tommy yell it was true, and my Angel laughed again ...a lot.
I told him I'd be there after school tomorrow.
“You’re back in school?”
“Yep!”
“Super ...now you can tutor me!”
So now I'm really in a great mood. I'll have Mom swing by Timmy's tomorrow on the way to the hospital and pick him up a caramel latte.
While absentmindedly thinking about random stuff, I realized the interesting parallel with David fighting Goliath. Of course in the biblical story, David didn’t suffer so much damage as did my Angel. It did get me curious though. Curiosity usually leads me to Google.
There is all kinds of interesting stuff to find in a Google search of the biblical David. Most of it led me to believe the sparse biblical accounts were politically concocted a couple centuries after whoever David was ruled whatever he ruled. The biblical scholars can’t even agree on that much!
But there is a certain poetry to the improbable account of the shepherd boy defeating the giant. So I chose to remember it as my fanciful parallel ...hehe.
This led me to punching the images button in my Google search. There were so many images of art and sculpture displayed. Of course, everyone is familiar with Michelangelo’s famous statue. After spending more time than I ought to have, I decided three historic statues were the best, in my opinion.
As I studied these, I thought they sort of represented the three natures of my David. Of course, it’s only my own gut feelings, but Bernini’s David looks so thoroughly straight. This dude was certainly not in touch with his feminine side. Is that my David?
Michelangelo’s David is difficult to pin down. He could be straight, he could be gay. Of course, from what I’ve read, if Michelangelo used him as a model, he might have been gay. Was this my David? Could be straight but probably gay? How do you live with something like that? Is that the crux of his problem?
But then I saw the David of Donatello!
Holy ! Fuck ! 
I re-Googled for only him. There were so many views. I can’t believe it was made of bronze. This is a gay boy’s wet dream! Do you mean nobody ever realized this? Where the hell was this thing placed? In a church? God, I’d sit right next to it every day! OMG that feather goes right up the inside of his thigh and almost hits his balls! Look at that ass! This was 15th century gay porn! Whew!
Will my David become so obviously gay if I’m patient?
OK, back to my question.
I wonder which David will greet me tomorrow?
End of Part 3
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