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BellBottomBluesToday had been a particularly shitty day, hadnβt it? With rain soaking every inch of clothing he owned, Gideon leaned up against the cool concrete wall of the convenience store heβd just shopped in, finding little comfort sitting on small ledge at the bottom of the same wall. Stretching his legs up so far felt nice, but, just about as nice as the usual lactic acid burn could feel, really. All the water he drank just made him crave something more sugary and artificially flavored with every sip, but heβd never shred the left over baby fat he had if he kept indulging himself every chance he had. At the very least, the cold water helped him not feel so sapped from the suffocating humidity that blanketed him that day.
βDβya think that God just likes raining on this city in particular? As, like, a big fuck you to us for existing, or something?β David, the other courier standing against a post in front of Gideon finally broke the silence between sips of his own water bottle.
βCouldnβt tell ya, David. Iβm not exactly privy to Godβs thought process or anything like that. I just deliver shit, man.β
βYou even believe in God, G?β
βThought I did,β Gideon began to rise and grunt on his words as he rose,βbut, I realized that it didnβt really matter to me, right? My parents were freaks over that shit, woke up and went to sleep reciting prayers, sent me to Sunday school, all that. Despite it all, I just never really got into it.β
βSooβ¦. Youβre an athiest?β
Gideon let out an exasperated sigh, as David laughed jokingly. βI guess, man, if thatβs what you wanna call me. I just donβt take the time to think about it.β
βYou donβt ever think you might need him? I mean, traffic is getting worse by the day around this place, one day you might end up through some guyβs windshield, it wouldnβt help to have the big Arab Jew in sky on your side, ya know.β
βPfft, how do you even know heβs human, dude? He could be a bigβ¦ dream catcher or some shit like that.β
David let out a chortle. Cβmon, I canβt go around these locals talking like that. They get mad anytime I even imply that Jesus wasnβt white. Theyβs probably start the crusades again if I said some shit like βdreamcatcherβ.
Gideon chuckled. βYeah? Well, maybe then God would be too busy smiting our smartasses instead of pouring rain on us.β
David, who has mounted his bicycle and rolled over near the road, simply replied with a chuckle and βShiiiiet.β before he pressed his pedal down and got his momentum going down the street.
Gideon chuckled, and slid his helmet back on, fastening the strap. He could feel his cold, wet clothing with a renewed obviousness, as finally standing up made everything slide and shift around. He poured the remainder of his water into the bottle on his cycle, and tossed the other bottle in a recycling bin before mounting his bike. As he slowly made his way back into the bike lane, he took in a deep breath of the thick, humid air, and then took off.
Of all things, Gideon was still thinking about God. His parents had been so fervent with their teachings of the Bible when he was a kid, he was genuinely surprised that he hadnβt ended up fanaticals like they were. He knew that forcing children into religious studies often made kids turn away from them even faster than they could even become acquainted with it all.
Maybe, one day, God would help he and his parentβs bond again. If anything was going to work, itβd probably have to be him.
βDβya think that God just likes raining on this city in particular? As, like, a big fuck you to us for existing, or something?β David, the other courier standing against a post in front of Gideon finally broke the silence between sips of his own water bottle.
βCouldnβt tell ya, David. Iβm not exactly privy to Godβs thought process or anything like that. I just deliver shit, man.β
βYou even believe in God, G?β
βThought I did,β Gideon began to rise and grunt on his words as he rose,βbut, I realized that it didnβt really matter to me, right? My parents were freaks over that shit, woke up and went to sleep reciting prayers, sent me to Sunday school, all that. Despite it all, I just never really got into it.β
βSooβ¦. Youβre an athiest?β
Gideon let out an exasperated sigh, as David laughed jokingly. βI guess, man, if thatβs what you wanna call me. I just donβt take the time to think about it.β
βYou donβt ever think you might need him? I mean, traffic is getting worse by the day around this place, one day you might end up through some guyβs windshield, it wouldnβt help to have the big Arab Jew in sky on your side, ya know.β
βPfft, how do you even know heβs human, dude? He could be a bigβ¦ dream catcher or some shit like that.β
David let out a chortle. Cβmon, I canβt go around these locals talking like that. They get mad anytime I even imply that Jesus wasnβt white. Theyβs probably start the crusades again if I said some shit like βdreamcatcherβ.
Gideon chuckled. βYeah? Well, maybe then God would be too busy smiting our smartasses instead of pouring rain on us.β
David, who has mounted his bicycle and rolled over near the road, simply replied with a chuckle and βShiiiiet.β before he pressed his pedal down and got his momentum going down the street.
Gideon chuckled, and slid his helmet back on, fastening the strap. He could feel his cold, wet clothing with a renewed obviousness, as finally standing up made everything slide and shift around. He poured the remainder of his water into the bottle on his cycle, and tossed the other bottle in a recycling bin before mounting his bike. As he slowly made his way back into the bike lane, he took in a deep breath of the thick, humid air, and then took off.
Of all things, Gideon was still thinking about God. His parents had been so fervent with their teachings of the Bible when he was a kid, he was genuinely surprised that he hadnβt ended up fanaticals like they were. He knew that forcing children into religious studies often made kids turn away from them even faster than they could even become acquainted with it all.
Maybe, one day, God would help he and his parentβs bond again. If anything was going to work, itβd probably have to be him.
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