The Extra Value Meal :: Creative Writing Essays

Aaron lit a Basic brand cigarette as Amir pulled his beat up 1976 snotgreen enkindle Nova into the crowded greening lot of the McDonalds on R forbiddene 1 inSaugus, Massachusetts. He always seemed to do this to himself lightingcigarettes when hed just have to snipe them forth on the bottom of his tatteredarmy boot. He put his pointer finger to his head and pantomimed shootinghimself. Amir glanced at him uneasily, then scanned the lot for an pass on space.Aaron drew hard on his cigarette, filling his lungs with as much smokeas possible. He needed to get as much nicotine as term allowed. He shut hiseyes, flicked his tongue against his sterling silver lip ring, spinning it inthe hole. It hurt a little. Probably fuckin infected, Aaron chuckled,thinking of the night he perforate it himself, using only a heated up safety pinand a bottle of Smirnov vodka for a pain killer.Amir pulled into a handicap spot. You cant park here, Aaron said.Sure I can, Amir replied. Aaron studied the face o f the BosnianImmigrant. Amir had fought for two years in the war against the Serbs. Hisface was remarkably pleasant, although his eyes looked as if they belonged to aforty year old man and not a seventeen year old boy. His tan skin and widesmile seemed out of place when one took in Amirs mohawk and torn black t-shirt.Its a handicap spot.Exactly, Amir said with a smirk. I got you in my car, and youre aretard. bonk you, Aaron said, Ill blast you Sylvester Stallone style.Amir burst into hysterical laughter. You watch too much television.Aaron shrugged and slowly exhaled done his nose, decorated with asilver hoop ring through his septum (also self-pinned). He caught sight ofhimself in the rearview mirror. He felt cold.His eyes were alert, almost piercing. Around those fiery, stabbing eyeswere lines of sadness, although he was also only seventeen. His hair was slanted blonde and messy --Johnny Rotten messy. His face was long and thin, aresult of many days of not eating, either because h e had no money for sustenance orbecause he simply forgot to eat. He was menacing, with his facial piercings andangry eyes, but there was something about his mouth, a kind of innocent smirkthat gave hint of something really within his hard, rough punk rock shell.Amir got out of the car slowly, stretching out his arms. Aaron caughtglimpse of something wild and almost ancient in Amirs eyes. He got out, too,