It Was By The River (Poem)

It was by the river that the slender trout drifted,

silver in the light, to the surface they lifted.

It was by the river that the young wolf ran with his first pack,

now the alpha male, there was no experience he lacked.

It was by the river that the songbirds would sing,

a tune that had rung out for centuries- carried by their wings.

It was by the river that the fox made his best catch,

leaping out he snarled and his jaws tightly latched.

And it was by the river that the child had grown,

older and older until he became a man of his own.

Down a Long Lane- part 3

    “Hey what’s up man, how was work last night?” Eric asked him as he entered the kitchen.

    “It was…interesting I guess you could say.” he responded with a wild look.

    “Oh god, what didya kill a couple raccoons or somethin’ Mikey?” Eric joked.

    “Not quite, you might wanna sit down for this.” Mikey laughed back.

    The two of them enjoyed an oven pizza while Mikey relayed the events that had taken place the night before in the junkyard. When he finished Eric sat staring at him in awe.

    “That’s some fucking wild shit man! You coulda fuckin died ya crazy bastard!” Eric finally spoke, his face was hard to read.

    “But I didn’t, I handled myself pretty well I think. So what do you think about working with these guys? The money they make is probably insane.” Mikey offered.

    “You’ve got to be kidding, right? I don’t even think you should have taken the cell-phone, I mean yeah we’ll smoke the weed and everything. I just don’t think contacting those guys again is a great idea. Unless of course you’re trynna die?”

    “No man, I just want to see what that Daniel guy has to say. He seemed confident like he really knows what he’s doing.”

    “I don’t know, he got his whole delivery taken from him. Sounds like a little bitch to me.” Eric laughed.

    Just as Mikey was about to reply, the cellphone in his pocket buzzed twice. He pulled it out to see a text message from the number he had tried to call earlier.

“Was that him?” Eric asked, slightly nervously.

    “Yeah, he said meet me tonight if you’re really interested, and sent an address.”

    “Where the hell at?” his brother asked.

    “22 Little Cola Lane, just outside of Superior National Forest.”

    “Dude that’s like a five hour drive! I have to go there every once in awhile for Ranger meetings. Are your really interested in this? What about school and your job?” Eric criticized.

    “I’m sick of that shit and you know I am, it’s just not what I want to do and I don’t want to waste anymore time on it. Besides, I’m not committing to anything, I just want to hear what he has to say.”

    “Well you’re sure as not going alone and you’re not driving my car- so looks like I’m coming with you. Cause there’s no way an uber is taking you basically to the Canadian border.”

    “I really appreciate it man, I’ll give you some gas money too, bro.”

    “No need little brother, just let me toke up that weed he gave you and we’ll head out.” Eric gave an amusing look as he finished talking.

    Mikey headed back into his bedroom and grabbed the small bag on his nightstand. He handed it to his brother who was busy slicing a cigar down the middle. Mikey watched as Eric dumped out most of the tobacco that was in the cigar and filled it up with the green weed. He then proceeded to lick and roll it until it was resealed.

  “Nice little spliff right there!” Eric commented on his craftsmanship as he slid open the door that led to their little balcony.

    Mikey followed him out and sat in the chair beside him. His brother offered him a hit but he declined saying something about needing to keep his senses alert for whatever was going to happen later on in the night. After about ten minutes Eric smushed the bud out in an ashtray and they headed back inside. It had been freezing out there and they both welcomed in the warmth of their apartment.

    Eric sat down for awhile longer and quickly ate up the last few slices of pizza. Then they grabbed their stuff and headed out the door and took the elevator down into the underground parking garage. Mikey climbed into the passenger seat of his brother’s burnt orange 1967 Camaro, a graduation gift he was still very jealous about. Mikey felt as if his other two siblings always got the good stuff. His little sister was 16 and had just gotten a brand new Cadillac for her birthday. She lived with their parents in St. Cloud where they had all three grown up.

    Then again, when Mikey had turned 16 his parents had offered to buy him a car. But he decided to take cash instead, which didn’t turn out to be too bad because he still had $10,000 of it saved in the bank. The Camaro was now cruising a swift 75 mph up the interstate.

    “How’s that weed got you feeling?” Mikey asked.

    “Honestly it wasn’t anything spectacular, I could honestly probably grow some better shit haha.” Eric replied.

    “I don’t doubt it, with all that shit you’re learning in school you could probably grow the best strains in Minnesota.”

    Eric gave him a questionable look before saying, “Now don’t you try to rope me into this stuff man. If you want to go off being some drug kingpin or whatever be my guest, but I’ve got a good future ahead of me.”

    ‘I’m not, I’m not, chill. But don’t go insulting these guys’ marijuana when we get there.” Mikey suggested.

    Eric grunted in agreement and went to adjust the radio. He put on some old rap songs they used to listen to when he’d take Mikey home from school. They rapped along to an Eminem song and then Eric turned the volume down a few notches as Kanye came on next.

    “So what’s the deal with that Tricia chick? You ever going to ask her out, or what?” Eric looked at his brother as he spoke.

Next part tomorrow!



Down a Long Lane – part 2

“Put the gun down.” Mikey spoke calmly, there was no hesitation in his voice.

    Elijah tensed for a moment, as if he was realizing that there was now a gun pointed to his head.

    “And who, do we have here?” the man in the fedora spoke, still not highly concerned.

    “I’m the security guard at this junkyard. You’re trespassing and performing illegal activity- I have every right to shoot you right now.”

    “Very well. It appears the luck is in your favor tonight Daniel. I do hope you realize our business arrangement is terminated as of this moment. Now as for you, the brave security guard, lower that gun and we’ll be on our way.”

    Mikey contemplated what to do next. He didn’t want to call the police and have these guys trying to kill him. He also was afraid to lower the gun in case they all decided to kill him. He looked in expectancy at Daniel- as if asking what he should do next. Daniel held his eye for a moment and then nodded, as if he wanted Mikey to let Elijah go and trusted that he would leave. Mikey lowered the gun and walked over to Daniel and the two other guys, keeping the pellet gun pointed at Elijah and Harry the entire time.

    Elijah glared at Daniel for a minute longer and then turned and walked back to the car. Harry followed and the two got in and they turned around slowly and took off toward the back exit gate.

    “Fuck man, you saved our asses back there! What’s your name?” Daniel now spoke to his savior of the night.

    “My name’s Michael, but almost everyone calls me Mikey. Hey look man I don’t want any trouble now, if you guys just leave and don’t come back I won’t mention a word to the cops or anybody.”

    “Don’t worry about it, we’ll get lost. But hey what kind of gun is that, a glock?” Daniel asked.

    Mikey held the pistol out to show Daniel.

    “It’s a fucking pellet gun boys! This guy’s a legend!” Daniel laughed and Liam and Grant joined in.

    Mikey laughed nervously with them, he had been unsure about revealing his weapon was fake, but now felt slightly more relaxed.

    “Look man, you helped us out a lot right there, and I really wish I could give you something in return. But that guy just took our entire delivery and didn’t give us a dime, plus now we’ve got to find some new buyers. So this is all I got.” Daniel reached in his pocket and pulled out a small bag with something green inside and handed it to Mikey.

    “Weed? Is that what this was all about?” Mikey asked.

    “Yeah, we grow it, best stuff in Minnesota if you ask me. Do you want it?” Daniel asked.

    “I mean me and my brother smoke occasionally, I guess I’ll take it.” Mikey laughed, he was starting to like this Daniel guy.

    “Alright, well we’re gonna head off, I appreciate you keeping this to yourself. You handled yourself nicely back there, we could use a guy like that. God knows these guys wouldn’t have the balls to point a pellet gun at someone’s head. You ever want to make some extra cash, give me a call.” Daniel pulled out a cellphone from his other pocket and also handed it to Mikey.

    “This has my number in it, don’t call me on anything else. See you man.” Daniel explained and then the three guys started walking towards the back exit.

    Mikey looked unsure, as if he hadn’t wanted to take the phone at all, but just watched them walk away until they disappeared behind the countless mountains of trash.

Chapter 2

    Mikey once again climbed into an Uber and headed home. The rest of the night hadn’t been nearly as exciting, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. He got out of the car two blocks early just so he could walk and clear his head. He kept running his hand over the phone in his jacket pocket, thinking of the possibilities that could open up with just one call on it.

    “No,” he thought, “I can’t become a drug dealer.”

    When he finally got home his brother had already left for work. Eric worked part time as a forest ranger in Voyageurs national park. Mikey went into his room and set the phone and bag of weed on his nightstand table. He laid down in bed in hopes that he’d be able to sleep off the events from the night before. No luck, he didn’t feel tired at all. It was as if the adrenaline was still running through him. He got up and sat at his desk and turned on his laptop.

    A few quick Google searches gave him the information he was looking for. Marijuana was an illegal recreational substance in the state of Minnesota, and trafficking it was a felony with serious jail time and fines involved.

    “Why did I enjoy that so much?” he asked himself curiously.

    Mikey already knew the answer to that question, it was something exciting. It wasn’t the same easy classes he was taking everyday in college. It wasn’t the boring night shifts he worked every weekend just to have a little spending money. He had been growing tired of the same routine for quite some time now. And now that he’d had a taste of something new, something that got his blood-rushing just at the thought of it, he wanted the whole meal.

    Mikey wanted to wait until Eric got home to ask him what he thought about everything, but he couldn’t. He grabbed the phone and went into the contacts, there was only one number with no name associated with it. He took a deep breath and hit the green call button. The phone rang several times before going to voicemail, and Mikey decided not to leave a message just to be extra cautious. He laid back down in his bed to take a short nap.

    Mikey woke up nearly six hours later to the sound of Eric getting home. He grabbed the phone to see if Daniel had tried to call him back, no such luck. He hopped in the shower and then put on some fresh clothes, it was now about 4:00 p.m.

Stay tuned for tomorrow!