BlazerBoy
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This isn't a spam thread, please treat it seriously. It may be a bit long, but its worth reading.
This afternoon, I took a lunch break between classes and went to the local park in our city. Its a huge sprawling park thats about 2 square miles big, with a huge waterfall, and a winding pathway throughout a hillside thats interespersed with a winding stream, rocks, and trees. During the day, its a place where college kids, and professionals hang out to excercise, play frisbee, or walk a dog. However at night, its a haven for drugs, prostitution of all genders and ages, and even murder. Earlier in my youth, I'd spent a lot of time there, some parts drugs, and some parts prostitution. Why I'm telling you all of this, is because around 4PM, I was sitting on a bench, after walking through the maze-like pathways in the area shrouded from view on the grassy field below near the lake. I was eating my lunch, and reading my Chronicles of Narnia book, when out of noweher, a kid, who couldn't be a day older than 16, appeared out of nowhere, and sat down next to me. He looked awful, his face was clearly smudgy, hair was shaggy, and he smelled like he hadn't bathed in ages. There was some type of rash on his left cheek, and his eyes were red. I was a bit startled, but said hello. He told me his name was Kevin, and told me he was just looking for a bit of conversation. I can't recall exactly what he said after that, but at the end of his small talk, he asked me if I had a girlfriend, and then he added quietly, "...or a boyfriend." I told him I currently had a girlfriend. He nodded, and asked me if I had ever "fooled around with a dude before", to which I laughed out loud to. However, I was really anything but amused. I looked him dead in the eye, and asked him what he was doing out here, and why wasn't he at home. He wouldn't answer me, so I asked him if everything was okay at home, and he shook his head no, and then, god as my witnesses, little tears started forming in his beautiful eyes. It broke my heart, and I reached out and hugged him to me, stench and all, and my god, did he ever cling to me. It was awful. He said that he was hungry, and hadn't eaten in days. I didn't want him eating from my lunch, because I'm a stickler about eating stuff and had already eaten off of everything I had. After he had wiped his eyes a bit, I took him by the shoulders, and told him all about me, and why I did the things I did in that very park when I was just a few years younger than him, and I explained to him that no matter how hard, or how bad things got, he really shouldn't be there offering his body to people like that. I was very stupid, and very lucky, because there were and still all people here in Columbia, who are not very nice. Very dangerous and depraved people with no regard for life. He nodded, and said "Yes, sir", which got a smile from me. I knew I couldn't leave him there, so I asked him if he had anything with him, and he told me he had a bag hidden in the overhang of the public restrooms, so we went and got it, and then I took him to my car. He looked so small and pitiful, and when he hesitated, I assured him my intentions with him were very honorable. I was just taking him to get a good meal. We went up the street to IHOP, and the whole while he ate, I asked him questions about himself. He was a Sophomore at a high school near my campus, and lived in what amounts to one of the more upscale neighborhoods in the area, Shandon. I didn't press him on why he'd either been kicked out of or run away from home, but I told him that I had to take him down to the Police station to talk to some people I knew, because it wasn't safe for him to be out like that. He nodded, so after he finished eating, I took him to the USC campus police station. I got mugged last year, and spent a lot of time talking with Lt Waddel there, so I found him, and told him everything that had happened. He and a social worker came and talked to Kevin, and apparantly determined that something was going on at home that warranted them to put him in state custody until they could schedule a visit or something, and he'd have to spend the night at the local city youth home, until they could find a temporary place for him to stay. It was about time for my next class, so I sat with him while he slept on a couch there. I gave Lt Waddel my cell number and told him to call me if he needed anything, then trying my best not to cry like a fool, I left, and went and sat in my car for like 10 minutes, bawling my eyes out, before I got myself together, went to my dorm and freshened up, just in time to make it to my Psychology class at 6, to listen to my professor lecture us on Developmental Behavioural Studies, of all things.
Tommorow, I'll call the station, to check on Kevin, but I fully anticipate never hearing from again. I only hope I had some postive impact on him, and he'll be okay after this. I'm sure nobody will read all of this, but I just felt like writing it all down somewhere, and this seemed like the best place for it.
This afternoon, I took a lunch break between classes and went to the local park in our city. Its a huge sprawling park thats about 2 square miles big, with a huge waterfall, and a winding pathway throughout a hillside thats interespersed with a winding stream, rocks, and trees. During the day, its a place where college kids, and professionals hang out to excercise, play frisbee, or walk a dog. However at night, its a haven for drugs, prostitution of all genders and ages, and even murder. Earlier in my youth, I'd spent a lot of time there, some parts drugs, and some parts prostitution. Why I'm telling you all of this, is because around 4PM, I was sitting on a bench, after walking through the maze-like pathways in the area shrouded from view on the grassy field below near the lake. I was eating my lunch, and reading my Chronicles of Narnia book, when out of noweher, a kid, who couldn't be a day older than 16, appeared out of nowhere, and sat down next to me. He looked awful, his face was clearly smudgy, hair was shaggy, and he smelled like he hadn't bathed in ages. There was some type of rash on his left cheek, and his eyes were red. I was a bit startled, but said hello. He told me his name was Kevin, and told me he was just looking for a bit of conversation. I can't recall exactly what he said after that, but at the end of his small talk, he asked me if I had a girlfriend, and then he added quietly, "...or a boyfriend." I told him I currently had a girlfriend. He nodded, and asked me if I had ever "fooled around with a dude before", to which I laughed out loud to. However, I was really anything but amused. I looked him dead in the eye, and asked him what he was doing out here, and why wasn't he at home. He wouldn't answer me, so I asked him if everything was okay at home, and he shook his head no, and then, god as my witnesses, little tears started forming in his beautiful eyes. It broke my heart, and I reached out and hugged him to me, stench and all, and my god, did he ever cling to me. It was awful. He said that he was hungry, and hadn't eaten in days. I didn't want him eating from my lunch, because I'm a stickler about eating stuff and had already eaten off of everything I had. After he had wiped his eyes a bit, I took him by the shoulders, and told him all about me, and why I did the things I did in that very park when I was just a few years younger than him, and I explained to him that no matter how hard, or how bad things got, he really shouldn't be there offering his body to people like that. I was very stupid, and very lucky, because there were and still all people here in Columbia, who are not very nice. Very dangerous and depraved people with no regard for life. He nodded, and said "Yes, sir", which got a smile from me. I knew I couldn't leave him there, so I asked him if he had anything with him, and he told me he had a bag hidden in the overhang of the public restrooms, so we went and got it, and then I took him to my car. He looked so small and pitiful, and when he hesitated, I assured him my intentions with him were very honorable. I was just taking him to get a good meal. We went up the street to IHOP, and the whole while he ate, I asked him questions about himself. He was a Sophomore at a high school near my campus, and lived in what amounts to one of the more upscale neighborhoods in the area, Shandon. I didn't press him on why he'd either been kicked out of or run away from home, but I told him that I had to take him down to the Police station to talk to some people I knew, because it wasn't safe for him to be out like that. He nodded, so after he finished eating, I took him to the USC campus police station. I got mugged last year, and spent a lot of time talking with Lt Waddel there, so I found him, and told him everything that had happened. He and a social worker came and talked to Kevin, and apparantly determined that something was going on at home that warranted them to put him in state custody until they could schedule a visit or something, and he'd have to spend the night at the local city youth home, until they could find a temporary place for him to stay. It was about time for my next class, so I sat with him while he slept on a couch there. I gave Lt Waddel my cell number and told him to call me if he needed anything, then trying my best not to cry like a fool, I left, and went and sat in my car for like 10 minutes, bawling my eyes out, before I got myself together, went to my dorm and freshened up, just in time to make it to my Psychology class at 6, to listen to my professor lecture us on Developmental Behavioural Studies, of all things.
Tommorow, I'll call the station, to check on Kevin, but I fully anticipate never hearing from again. I only hope I had some postive impact on him, and he'll be okay after this. I'm sure nobody will read all of this, but I just felt like writing it all down somewhere, and this seemed like the best place for it.
