I Don't Even Know

Stream of consciousness-like-thing that I wrote at four in the morning. I didn't use any commas or quotation marks or paragraphs, just to see what it was like. Not a complete story, just babbling.

S**t, man what were you tryin to do to me? Eh, what were you tryin to pull? Peter scowled at Lester. He was angry. What gave you the right to do that? I’m sorry man I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. You didn’t huh? It was ya little s**t and now we’re both fucked. You’re overreacting. Peter spat on the ground at Lester’s feet. Overreactin my a*s.  My ma’s gonna catch us ya twat and then whatter we gonna do huh? She ain’t gonna catch us Peter. Yeah she is she’s gonna catch us. It was just a note to let her know we’re alright. Alright my a*s! Lookit us Lester we’re stealing ‘er s**t again. Peter thrust the bottle of wine he was holding into Lester’s chest. He stole it and 50 dollars from his mother. His own Ma. Look Pete we can go back and get the damn note if it means so much to you. Of course if f****n means so much to me ya sacka garbage! You think I want my own mother knowin’ I’ve been stealin from ‘er? It’d break her heart in two. I think her heart’s already in two Peter. Peter scowled again he was going to go get that note. He was gonna get it and get outta his mother’s house and be done with it all. Listen Lester I’ll be out in a sec okay. I’ll go clean up the damn mess ya made, ya prick. Peter walked back into the apartment and to his ma’s door. He jiggled the lock a bit and it opened. Stupid thing never locked right. Peter walked back into the house and to the mantle where the damn note was lying. He snatched it up and shoved it in his pocket and got the hell outta his ma’s house. Peter is that you? Peter stopped when he heard his name called. He had to play it cool. He turned around and faced his mother. Ya Ma it’s me. Oh Peter I haven’t seen you in so long why didn’t you tell me you were coming around? I dunno Ma is was a spur of the moment thing you know. Come in Peter come in and have a chat with your mother! No Ma I can’t I’m busy. Peter’s ma shook her head and bustled towards her son. Don’t be silly Peter you came all the way here now you can come in! I can't Ma I waited here for a while but you didn't show up. Peter took his turn to shake his head. I’m sorry Ma I can’t I gotta be somewhere in like ten minutes. Maybe tomorrow alright? I’ll take you to dinner. Peter’s ma sighed but let it go. Alright Peter but you best keep your promise alright? I want to go to dinner with my son. And brush your hair Peter for pete’s sake you look like a dog. Alright Ma sure fine whatever. Peter walked back to the outside of  the apartments where Lester was waiting. Did you see your ma? Of course I saw my ma ya twit. I gotta take her to dinner now. S**t man where’re you gonna take her McDonalds? I got 50 bucks I’ll take’r to Applebees s**t man this wouldn’ta happened if you didn’t hafta leave that damn note. Sorry man I was jus’ bein’ helpful. Well save it next time got it? Yeah Peter I got it. The boys  hailed a taxi got the hell outta there. Peter was worried when he got back to his apartment. Worried and angry. He was so damn poor. Lookit this place. I got a f****n cardboard box as a table fer Christ’s sake. He put the bottle of wine and fifty dollars on the counter and sat down on the old couch that faced the old TV. This place is such a mess. A goddamn mess. I’m a mess. Peter sighed.

Author's Note

Once again, this is just a weird-ass little thing that I wrote because I was bored and didn't really have anything better to do. I considered going through and actually making this proper by adding paragraphs and quotation marks and commas, but then I decided not to. I don't know why.

Reviews

[olbutchuro]

Very nice. I really enjoyed it. You wrote some great dialogue. The lack of paragraphs, quotation marks, etc. didn't really matter. I find it can leave things open to interpretation...at least I like to think so. Your story flowed smoothly, so even without those elements it still made sense.
I liked the ending.
-This place is such a mess. A goddamn mess. I’m a mess. Peter sighed.
I'm a sucker for a good sigh.