The Happiest Time of The Year

                  Tuesday October, 23 2012. Tell me you don't feel that cold. That hard driven wind.
The birth of winter. Who in their solid mind's enjoy opening their eyes to this?
I'm somewhat of a summer guy. A real reptile. I'm savvy with the idea of sunglasses
and bikini's, patio's and shirtless walks down the main drag. Drinking mickey's on
sandy beaches. Sun burns and hot sweat. Maybe the sunshine state is the place for me.
A place where I can sleep on rooftops all year round. Yet here we are Canada. Frosty
cold! It reminds me of Rachel...
                  Around this time last year I tagged along with a few good friends of mine to a party
deep in the heart of Gatineau, Quebec. I went with very good friend's of mine Dan and Mandy,
an inseparable couple, something rare, and my big ol' teddy bear of a native man, Lewis.
It was a friend of Lewis' birthday party. I can't say I quite recall his friends name
but once this thing is all typed out and read over the reason for that should become
blatantly clear. We got there and had a drink. After that drink we had another and
after that one, another and this of course went on in succession for some time. The
socialising cracked through the room like thunder and the time dragged on. Then
she arrived.
She showed up with one of my best friends Busey and her friend Jessie. The very moment she
strolled her stuff into the party she had immediately sucked the adoration and
attention of every swinging dick in the room. I asked Dan who this girl was.
"Uh, I don't know man! Ask Busey!" he replied in good spirits.
Fuck it, I thought. This is neither the time or place to be giving up on introducing
myself to a beautiful girl. But I had to make an impression. I had to let her know
that although she could have any guy in the room she wouldn't be able to find
one like me. I walked to the fridge and cracked open a beer. I finished that one and
opened another and I walked on over.
"You are fucking beautiful."
She lit up like fireworks.
"I just wanted to let you know that." and I walked away slowly to make sure that this
mysterious facade I had encompassed for myself held strong.
I heard her say "Who is that guy?!" to Jessie as I walked away.
"Oh, That's Jaden. He's a real cutie that guy."
I took my beer into the kitchen and started up conversation about music with a few of
the guys standing in there and I glanced over to asses the damage control.
Without hesitation, she stood up, waltzed into the kitchen, looked me straight in
the eyes and said "I'm Rachel."
She grabbed my face and shoved that tongue deep into my mouth. I moved with the thing.
I was adored and hated by every guy at the party and I could feel the excitement drain
out of their bodies like a flushing toilet. I didn't care. I had won. And not a single
fuck was given by me.
We kept going outside to have a 'smoke' and we would make out harder and harder every
time, moving closer to the big game. We went outside again and Jessie kept on coming outside
to make sure I wasn't taking advantage of her friend, which was highly understandable.
But this wasn't going to stop us. No... Not us. So, when she went back inside we kept going at it.
I moved my hand down her inner thigh and she pulled back. She looked at me and said
"Before we do anything I need to know one thing..."
Fuck. I mean. I thought everything was going alright here or maybe I was completely
misjudging the situation.
She slammed me up against the wall. Her hand shot down my pants and wrapped around my cock
like an Anaconda. My fiery red haired amazonian woman...
"Find out what you wanted to know?" I asked with grave hesitation.
"Oh... Yes I did."
She slammed her face into mine again and our tongues moved in sync. She had a firm grip on it
and she gave it a few tugs. I mean, she really had a hold on things, pardon the pun.
She took her hand off of my cock and pulled it back into the cold night air.
"My place or yours?" I asked.
"Yours."
Dan, Mandy, and Lewis had already left and I asked Busey if he minded driving Rachel and
I back to my place. When we got back to Ottawa Busey's car broke down right in the middle
of Elgin street. Right there in the cold. We thought we were done for. Police everywhere. Booze on our breath. A real terrible vibe. Rachel and Jessie jumped out of the car and flagged people down in the street. I mean who wouldn't want to stop for two smoking hot damsel's in distress? It worked. They had caught the attention of a car full of good ol' boys. They jumped the car and got us out of
our hell for a pack of cigarettes and a hand shake... Good ol' boys.
        Rachel and I got back to my place. We fucked for hours. A fuck to be proud of. We woke up the
next morning and I watched that ass and we went at it again. We went out for coffee, shared cigarettes, exchanged numbers and Busey picked her up and drove her home. That was an evening! I thought. Real grit.
   After that night Rachel and I hung out every now and again. She would go over to Busey's and message me and I  would walk over to see her. She would come back to my place and we would fuck and I was getting  used to it. Over time she stopped messaging me as much and I would do stupid things like buying her gifts, things like a copy of one of my favourite books, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and she would come over and pick it up and leave. One day I had asked her what she had done after visiting me and she said she was with Busey and Lisa. My brain shot to a previous conversation I had had with Busey a day or so earlier.
"Man! You wouldn't even believe what happened to me the other night bro!" He exclaimed excitedly.
"Let me guess. You had sex with another gorgeous girl?"
"Not just one Jaden.. Oh no. Not just one." and he chuckled to himself.
Busey was and is the master of all that is getting laid and picking up women. Don't let this at all discredit the person he is. He is one of the most caring and trustworthy people one could know and he is a true friend. But this is how things happened.
"How in the flaming hell do you do it man?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" he laughed.



"You fucked Busey and Lisa!"
"Uhmm. Yeah. It was alright. No big deal or anything." She replied.
         What a raging cunt I thought but I did one of the most unintellectual things I ever could have done and I shrugged it off. Like a pushover. Like a little bitch.
         Valentine's day rolled around and for some reason I thought to myself "Hey! Why don't I do something nice for this girl." But as we all should know now nice guys finish last, folks, every god damn time and this will always be a constant reminder of that. I went out and I got her what
any girl who has an attraction to me would admire. A book, a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes.
She told me she would be at my house for 7:30pm. 9:00 rolled around, and then 10:00 and then 10:30. The messages got subtly cruder until finally the last message read something like "I'm hanging out with my friends! I can do whatever I want."
         Fuck it. I had lost all admiration for this girl. I had exhausted every morsel of kindness left in my body. I called my friend Dunlop over. We drank the bottle of whisky and smoked the pack of cigarettes,
and hell... I had a nice new book to read.
We went to the bar after that and we had a beer and I threw
up and had another beer. I went home and I changed as a person. I became something else. Something stronger...
and hey! That's alright. Wisdom is bred of experience. Knowledge is harvested from inhibition
and unintentional stupidity. Life is only won by warriors. Warriors who have been through it all.
Shed blood and spilled it. Immortalised forever in literature and film, and in statues and song.
Soul-diers.
         Damn this cold. I went outside this morning bundled in multiple layers of clothing. A long sleeve shirt,
sweater, jacket and scarf to shield my cold blooded interior from the savagery of the weather. I put on
my sunglasses and wore them like a memory of a time when it was warm. That one time of the year when I
am happiest.