Hi Gary. Bruce has stopped [selling drugs]. Got away with it just like that. They played games with his mind though, and got him naked and blindfolded, and said they were going to fuck him but nothing happened. He said he doesn't know how long he was standing there [blindfolded] with his hands on a table, waiting for the pain, but it never happened. When he took off the blindfold, he saw that he was alone in the room. How the fuck is that? Not a fucking scratch! So what the fuck did they have against me for fuck sake?
South Africa
Part 42
"You owed them money."
Bruce phoned me at 1 in the morning. He was on the verge of tears cos he got such a fright at what might have happened. I'd been waiting all fucking night for that call. Or a call from one of those [dealer] cunts to tell me Bruce was laying in a gutter somewhere, and to go fetch him.
I went on FunTB chat and it was OK, I guess. Met a couple of guys, and even one who could understand Afrikaans. How fucking crazy is that? Pest kind of took me under his wing...
"Was he wearing deo?"
Eau de Cologne. Anyway, he took me under his wing cos I was so green in there. And another guy tiger didn't really dig my nick [surfergod]. Guess he thought my ego was too inflated hahahahaha!
I'm not likely to get in there too often but I probably will when the opportunity comes up. Or my cock. Whichever comes up first. :) Never been into a chat room [before] really, and it was quite an eye opener. Just got to watch what you fucking say, though.
Wingnut wants to sleep over again this coming weekend. Not sure which night though. Well, whatever night, I guess.
Yesterday afternoon I had a good surf, and it's going really well. Just about back to how I was before November. Must've been around a solid 3 feet off a small reef break.
Last night I went around to Cody's place, and visited his folks. Just dropped by. It was pretty cool. Had a beer with Mr T even. :) I had to go through the whole story about my face again, and told the story of the guy that I battled at school. Then I heard [from Mr T] about the number of times that Cody used to come home bleeding and cut up, with his clothes all torn. Cody makes me look like a saint [compared to] the way he used to get into fights. [He] took no shit from anyone. Not even Mark now that I think of it. :)
It was a pretty laid back evening. Left about 10pm so it wasn't too late. Mr T gave me a lift the few ks to my place. Told me I need to visit them more often. Not sure why I went in the first place. Just got the idea suddenly to pay them a visit.
I didn't get into Cody's room. I really wasn't up to that. Apparently, Wingnut had been around earlier in the day. He never knew I was going around, and that was also OK just to be with them [Code's folks] on my own.
I finished my work for school at about midnight, and was going to turn in when I saw the reefer in my desk drawer. I'd had such a cool evening, so it just felt right to go down to the bottom of the garden at the pool, and sit and smoke it. I didn't finish the whole thing, though, cos maybe with the few beers I'd had or something, I was as high as a fucking kite from that [the reefer]. Maybe it's my tolerance levels that are changing. I could sometimes smoke three reefers in a night, and drink all night, and still be OK. Now? Weird.
Fingers has got a computer cos I saw it there, but it never even came into my mind to find out whether there was a net connection. But I guess there must be. Hahahahahaha! He probably goes into all the boy pic sites.
Going for another wave this afternoon, and hopefully it's going to be as good as yesterday.
Your friend and the Codeman's
Steve
> Hi Gary. Bruce has stopped. Got away with it just like that.
G'day Stevie Wonder,
So much for paranoia. :) If I'd been in Bruce's shoes, and they said they were gonna fuck me, and didn't, I'd sue them for breach of promise. So there ya go, that's good news, but they couldn't resist putting the wind up him for a while. I guess they get off on putting the fear of God into people. Talk about twisted.
Hey, you're putting me out of a job. There's no drama in your email any more hehe. But I had my share of drama yesterday. Lindsay got into one of his uncooperative moods and was staggering around, barely able to remain upright. He's got low blood pressure, as well as low tolerance for alcohol. What made the situation worse was the fact that it was Sue's birthday. Anyway, he apologized later.
Had an interesting visitor yesterday, though. I thought all my Christmases had come at once when I answered the door. He arrived to fix the toilet seat and a broken tile in the shower. He had shaggy blonde hair like yours, and was very fit. I knew he had to be a surfer. It was written all over him. So when he'd finished the jobs, I pounced on him. What really blew me away was that he was 43. He looked barely out of his 20s. Anyway, I told him about Cody and you, and rattled on for ages. He hardly got a word in edgeways, but he did tell me about those monster waves - 50' or something - that require the surfer to be towed into them by jet ski before he can ride them. Whoa! I told him about my other project, and to keep his eyes peeled. :)
It was interesting meeting him cos I saw him as an older version of you, in which case you can look forward to many more years of bonking everything in sight. :) He also gave me a better ability to visualize dudes like Fingers and Mr T. Cody often told me about how his dad could still surf pretty well. It was either Wingnut or Mark who commented on how cool it was to see Cody's dad out there with all the younger guys.
Cool to hear about you visiting Mr T. And he's right; you should visit more often. He wouldn't have asked you if he didn't like you. I suspect you keep him young. He's probably surrounded by old fuddy duddies at work, so rapping with a teen would be like a breath of fresh air, as well as a reminder of Code.
I think Chuck's right about Cody living within us all now. That doesn't make us a bunch of Cody clones - hell, I'm about as far removed from Cody as anybody could possibly be - but that doesn't mean he's not alive within me. He comes out of my fingers when I'm at the keyboard. :)
Yep, Cody was one helluva fiery dude hehehe. His mom would give him both barrels when he came home from school with a torn shirt or a button missing off his blazer. Seems like he spent half his life battered and bruised. I remember him writing me and telling me about the time he decked Mark after Mark had called him a faggot in the school quad. "I know I shouldn't feel good about it but I do." He knew I was anti violence, but somehow everything about Code's character seemed to fit. He was passionate about everything, whether it was designing a graphic, covering you in chocolate, or letting his fists do the talking. Yep, One Awesome Dude.
Cody often used the word awesome to describe anything that blew his hair back... and that included you as well as Mark and Wingnut. Even me! So that's gotta be what he saw in all of us - awesome - and that's what we saw in him.
By the way, you're leading Spencer astray. He wrote me the other day and talked about his abs hehehe. He's NEVER talked about his abs before. He even mentioned his lycra cycle shorts. :) Spencer is actually quite a shy person. Which reminds me, I've got a stack of catching up to do with his stories. The relationship between Spencer and his next door version of Wingnut, MotorMouth, is very different to Cody's relationship with the grommet, but there are parallels in that MM thinks the world of Spencer, and Spencer absolutely adores MM. I won't give too much away here, but MM had a few questions to ask Spencer about why he had so many "boyfriends" and no girlfriends. :)
Glad you're enjoying FunTB chat. Not too long ago you would have totally poo-pooed the idea. As for what tiger thought of your surfergod nic, he has an opinion about everything, usually an argumentative one. He used to send me mammoth emails to which I gave one or two liner replies, so he got tired of my refusal to argue with him. I've got better things to do. And the Pest? Yeah, he's the kinda guy who goes out of his way to help little old ladies across the street, or surfergods negotiate IRC hehe. Generous to a fault. They're a pretty cool bunch of guys in FunTB chat, and the reason for that is obvious. They're all fans of Kostik, Cody, Ivan, Egor, Mark, Wingnut, and now you. :) Birds of a feather flock together y'know. Afrikaans? I wonder who that is? I think MrB has about three Safrican readers, excluding you of course.
Also great to hear that your surfing is almost back to pre-November standard. Surfing is as much a part of you as it was for Code, and is now for the Winger. Oh, how I wish I could do a beam me up Scotty and arrive at your local beach to watch you styling. Maybe I'll write a story about it hehe. Helps with the frustration.
You talked about having an inflated ego. You do, but that's cool cos it's balanced by other things, such as the way you get nervous about being close to Wingnut, and worrying about what he's thinking. If you were truly egotistical you wouldn't have the kinda feelings you have for Wingnut or, indeed, the respect you have for me. If I thought for a moment that you didn't have respect for me, the show would be over. Kaputski. So I enjoy the way you strut your stuff. To me, it's not about feeling superior, it's about taking pride in yourself. And why not?
Jeez, take a look at nature. Take a look at peacocks. Take a look at fish showing off their colors. Take a look at any animal that does a crazy dance to attract attention. That's the way it's supposed to be, and I support it. I LIKE SWOONING! Actually, I'm a swoon addict. I said something yesterday that cracked Lindsay and Sue up totally. The surfer dude was in the bathroom fixing things when Lindsay remarked [in relation to the guy's efficiency], "Bloody hell, he's not mucking about."
"No... dammit."
Hmmm, reminds me of you putting on that show for Fingers... tying his tie around your cock. And the shows you used to put on for Cody, when you were wearing skimpy briefs. Jeez. I'd be totally mesmerized. It's the kinda thing Daniel does to me in the stories. Drives me totally bananas. Which leads me to believe that I was probably a banana in my last life.
Fingers has a computer? Cool. It figures. He probably uses it for biz as well as recreation. :) Hopefully, you'll get an opportunity from time to time to jot down things while they're still fresh in your memory. If you get back to Cape Town and tell me that your entire trip is a total blur, I'll come over there and remove all the stuffing from your boxing bag. See how you like them apples.
About Wingnut sleeping over this weekend. If he doesn't think you're totally scrumptious, then I'm Harry Potter. Hey, there's another parallel. Two of the world's greatest heroes: one is called Harry Potter and the other is called Wingnut. How do those names compare to Tarzan, Superman, Rocky or whoever? See what I'm getting at here? What's in a name? Anyway, back to the Winger. From what I gather, he could have chosen to sleep over with a dozen or more of his friends. But he chose you. Last time he slept over, you didn't do anything that will make the Guinness Book of Records or be included in the pages of history. What you did do was enjoy each other's company, and in the MrB Book of Records, that gets a major listing hehehe. I don't see you guys covering each other in chocolate - although I wouldn't write off that possibility somewhere down the track - but I get an awesome buzz from reading about the tender moments, the closeness, the simple pleasures.
I found a file yesterday. It was something Cody sent me a long time ago. I'd created an HTML page, but I don't think it's on the site. I'll fix that today. Meantime, I'll paste it here:
And a youth said, "speak to us of friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Yep, Cody was a tough, fiery dude, but also a marshmallow hehe. They say that you can't be all things to all people, but he came pretty close. He was a very complex character, yet he was also simple. Like all the seemingly incongruous ingredients in a complicated recipe, his blended perfectly.
And you, Steve? Well, you're awesome too. That's what Cody saw in you, and that's what you're beginning to see in yourself. Name one of Cody's friends who isn't awesome. :)
Well, Scrumptious, I hope the surf was cool again. Thanks for a great email - short but full of good things. And, as usual, I can't wait for your next one. I'M AN ADDICT, and I don't want a cure.
L8r surfergod
Your friend and the Codeman's
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