By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 5: The Benefits of a College Education
So that was my last night at the Explorers Bay Resort. I was sorta sad that I wouldn’t see Patrick and Dobie again, but I was sorta glad too. Well, not “glad,” but I knew they didn’t really care about me, and actually why should they? I was a new guy to have sex with and get money from, and that was OK, but there would always be another one. They were living in their own world, and I was just somebody that showed up for a while. And as far as missing them when I was gone–after all that sex, I felt like I’d never need to have sex again.
Ha! That was funny!
But fuck! I’d learned a lot. Next morning, I was watching my dad arguing with the guy at the desk about the vodka that was charged to my brother’s room and watching my brother lookin all dark and, like, resentful about the lie he’d told when he said he never saw it and watching my mom going, “Come on, the limo’s waiting, come on now,” and everybody looking all dorky and stupid in their St. B tees and their high-priced sandals, and the slappies standing in their places lookin totally chill in their browns and their boots and their not-my-problem tude, and you could see their dicks under their shorts just lurking and lolling around after whatever went on last night and looking forward to whatever was gonna go on tonight.
Fall was in the air this morning as Josh and Alex left their truck at the trailhead, gravel crunching under their boots. Early morning dewdrops still clung to the foliage and spider webs, and fog still obscured the treetops.
