So let me give you a little background about what you’re about to read. A Little Help From My Friends is just as it says. This novel was created with a little help from my friends a family. Each chapter is a new adventure with elements supplied by someone near and dear to me.
Why would I do such a thing, you ask? Quiet simple. I am horrible at coming up with something that I think others would want to read. Majority of the time, if someone does read the dribble I come up with it; it’s my poor unsuspecting friends. Bless their hearts, they neglected to read the fine print of the contract of our friendship… but honestly, who reads that crap anyhow!?
Well, that’s enough of me rambling and I think it’s time to get on with this show. Thank you to everyone who gave me an idea for this crazy piece of work and having the faith in me that I could get something decent out for the 2013 NaNoWriMo project.
And thank you to the reader who is willing to sit through this. Hopefully you enjoy this and don’t wind up comparing it to Star Wars Episode I.
Oh and before I forget… every chapter will have a blurb for the person that helped inspire it… so if you’re going to throw rotten tomatoes, you’ll know who to blame. Either way, I hope you enjoy the ride
This one’s for Robin… since she loves her emo boys and country songs.
Ever have one of those days were you thought, “fuck you fate”? I’m having one of those days. I’m not even joking or trying to be melodramic. Today is definitely fuck with Gage day. Imagine if you will, Mother Nature was on the rag and decided that she wanted to rain on one poor soul. Just this person in particular. That one person would be me.
Let me explain. My day actually started off normal. Well, normal-ish. See my alarm didn’t go off at seven like it was supposed to. No big, I can deal with that. I just blame April for that. My girl gets up before me and will turn that annoying ass buzzer off and wake me up. Only she didn’t wake me up today. The effects of my dream with Natalie Portman and the need to pee did that perfectly.
I should have been tipped off that something was up just by the fact that Brian didn’t try come into the bathroom while I was taking a piss. Rain or shine that dog was there, most likely judging my life choices, but always there to keep me company.
Of course it wasn’t until I had showered, dressed for work, and scrounging for something to eat on the go did I realize that my trusty best friend was not in the apartment. Again, no big. I just figured that April had taken him for a walk.
Only that would mean she liked him. Which she didn’t, in fact she hated him and the show he was named after.
But I was oblivious to the obvious signs. April’s girly crap wasn’t all over the bathroom. Her collection of shoes was missing from the entry way. All clear signs that she either learned to clean up after herself or left. My pea brain had hoped for the latter.
This of course was not the moment in which I realized I was under the shit storm of a cloud. The moment started to become more obvious as an incident involving me, my skateboard, and a driver that decided talking on his cell phone was more important that paying attention to the road.