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Not Quite the End

Well this is it. The "end" of the Saga. As you may or may not notice, it doesn't go up to current events. That's because doing that would be stupid. I've been posting about current events for the few months.

Writing this certainly helped into putting things into perspective, and it's helped smooth over certain thoughts about certain individuals, and why shit should be "water under the bridge."

Not you, wombat. You're still a douchebag.

Part 4: A Place in Time

"Fucking rain. Of all the times for it to rain, it had to be when the desk is sitting on an open truck, the wood is probably getting warped," grumbled sagien as he drove down I-95 towards his new home back in New Jersey. It always comes back to New Jersey, almost as if there’s an implanted homing beacon, just beeping away when taken from its home base for too long...

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"..Home base! This is Mothership!"

"--great man, okay take your next ex--"

"GUIDE US IN HOMEBASE!" sagien is practically yelling into a cell phone. This was a different drive, significantly less rainy. Mincus didn’t seem too happy about the interruptions, but shftleft insisted on them. Shft is driving a Ryder truck, packed in with all of his worldly possessions. Sagien was along for the ride.

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"WORMS!"

"What the fuck, shft," complained Sagien.

"Woooorms!"

"It’s six in the fuckin morning," the Dreamcast was already firing up, ready to play a round of Worms.

"Are you The Gods again, sag?"

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"Fucking rain..."

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It was a cozy nook, bereft of any kind of privacy whatsoever, but its free and away from parents. It’s not like he's had any privacy in his living conditions for the past 2 years anyway. Sagien moved into his corner of what used to be Mincus' dining room.

Maryland was great; it was the first real feeling of being in control that sagien has had in a long time. It is different from the Phoenix/Florida venture, this outing was surrounded by friends, not too far from family, and someone special living close by. Things can work out here.

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"Jesus Christ, I can't see out the back. I hope wombat is paying attention."

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"So the Escort rolled about six times," bragged VD.

"How did you manage to let that happen?"

"Well, there was this cornfield..." VD continued to drone on about how he was offroading in his four door family sedan. Meanwhile, Sagien deliberated about how he cannot be friends with such an idiot. This guy certainly has brain cells; he probably just didn’t know how to use them yet.

"I can't believe my cell phone was still working after," sagien only caught the ass end of the story. He was nodding along though, as if he was paying attention.

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The rain seems to have stopped a bit, but it doesn't keep him from worrying about his desk. They should've brought a tarp or something.

It's awfully nice of wombat to offer his place to stay. Just had to get out, he can't handle too many bad things happening. Castle Splendor will be nice, and there’s the Internet to help bring some girls over. Sagien has always been good at the Internet.

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"I brought you some bacon!" exclaimed sagien, standing at April’s doorstep.

"Are you happy with me?" she asked.

"Uh-oh," thought sagien. He thought he took care of this over the phone the other day. The bacon was thawing faster than expected. "Do you still have that piece of cake from dinner the other night?"

"Yeah, it's in the fridge. Can you honestly tell me that you're happy?"

"Yeah, I'm happy. Do you have a fork?"

"It’s over." Sagien took a bite out of the chocolately chocolate cake. "I'm just not happy. I’ve been lying to myself and to you..."

"But I brought you bacon..."

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His personal belongings have taken way too many trips across the country side, he decided as he unpacks the garbage bags full of clothing at Castle Splendor. They seemed to multiply too, like rabbits in heat. He files that away, deciding not to accumulate too much things, just in case he has to move again.

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"Is this you?" asked Bob. Bob was the paper pushing motherfucker, riding the wake of the technology boom that seems to have hit Montgomery County, Maryland. Sagien took a gander at the sixty page printout that Bob slammed on his desk. Yep, that definitely was him.

"That’s my website."

"Take it down within twenty four hours, or be prepared to face the legal wrath of a four billion dollar a year corporation."

Fuck.

"So does this mean I'm not going back to my store?" asked sagien.

"No, you're done with Radio Shack."

Fuck.

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"Is that everything?" asked wombat.

"Yeah, the desk is secure in the back of your truck, right?" Sagien loved that desk.

"Yeah, you sure you can drive the turbo van, all packed in like that? You can't see."

"I’ll be relying on your signals to drive. Keep an eye out for when I switch lanes and shit." Sagien took one last look at the house and the life he was leaving. Mincus certainly didn’t seem too happy about the move, for good reason. But sagien had his reasons too. This was for the best.

"Oh shit man, its starting to rain," wombat declared.

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Posted by sagien at February 27, 2005 05:34 PM