Trailer Living, Part 1
submitted August 16, 2006
Categories: Arm Pits, Exhibitionism, Family Fun, Men At Work
Being a recent high school graduate with no ambition other than trying to figure out where the next party was to say the least, getting on my rents nerves. In high school I concentrated on sports and partying without giving a care of my future goals other than making sure I passed enough classes to get the certificate of parole from public school.
My name is Cole. I'm 18, 5'9". Have brown hair, buzzed with a number two, brown eyes and a bitching bubble butt. While attending high school in a suburb of Miami I participated in every sport I could with my specialty being in wrestling. I got off not only on the physical one on one challenges but also the scents of my opponents. It was the only way I could be that close to another dude and be able to sniff every part of him without being outed. Oh yeah, I guess I'll let that cat out of the bag. I'm a homo. But for the moment no one suspects and I ain't advertising it. It works out in my benefit if I just keep it to myself.
So anyway, since school ended about two months ago, I've been hanging out and partying with my friends and working part time at a grocery distributor. My friends are mostly all leaving soon for college or the military. I on the other hand have no such plans, which as I said, is driving my rents, especially my dad, a little crazy. My dad is a lawyer and my mom works for the state counseling 'teens in distress'. So it’s not like my parents aren't educated. What happened to me I don't know. But I was starting to feel the stress in the air when both my parents were home when I was there.
I was a Friday night and I was about to go down to the beach to a party my buddy Matt was gonna throw when my father called me into the study.
"Yeah pop?" I said feeling especially underdressed in my board shorts and flip flops (rarely did I wear a shirt outside of school or work) while my dad still had on his suit.
"Sit down Cole. We have to talk." Here it comes. I knew the "What are you going to do with the rest of your life" speech was coming but I was hoping it would wait until after my friends had all left to pursue their goals.
So I sat down on the leather chair across from the desk he was seated at. The leather felt cold against my bare back and I shivered a bit. I shivered not only from the cold leather but I also knew that the free ride was over. Although my parents were well off I knew the day would come that I was to find my own way.
"It's obvious to your mother and I that you are undecided as to what to do with your life. I realize that a lot of your energy when into the sports you played and we are proud of what you achieved in the area. (Wow, not as bad as I thought). But, as much as we support your waiting to assure that you choose the path that's right for you, we feel that you still need to mature and be somewhat on your own. Any questions so far Cole?"
Yeah, a million of them, I'm just not sure what to ask. "No sir."
"Good, so here's the deal. I called your Uncle Jake last week. As you know he has a small plastering and painting company. He has agreed to let you live with him in Jacksonville and work at his company for one year. We will be paying him a small room and board as we know you could not afford to do it yourself. All the money you earn will be sent to us to put in an account for you for later and we will send you back 25% for living expenses; this way you will get some good solid work experience, a savings account of your own, and most of all, a bit of growing up. You know we have enough money to support your mother and I as well as you well into old age but we feel you need to make it on your own a bit until you appreciate what you might otherwise have handed to you. Do you understand Cole?"
That last question said it all. I had no choice but to understand. "Yes Dad." Was all I could say. My heart was sinking. I hadn't seen my Uncle since I was 7 or 8. He was barely out of high school by a few years at the time himself. And now I was going to have to live with him for a year--in Jacksonville no less. I had never been there nor had I ever thought of visiting.
"You will be able to take your truck with you Cole and we will continue to pay the insurance as long as your driving record stays good. Any problems with your driving record and you will become responsible for the insurance. Is that understood?"
"Yes dad,” it was getting worse by the minute.
"You may bring your clothes and a few personal items, but your Uncle lives in a two bedroom mobile home with limited storage. So your recreational equipment has to remain here."
That means no surf boards, no mountain bike, no four wheeler; my life is over. What the hell am I going to do in a trailer in Jacksonville all day with my Uncle. Shit.
"I told Jake to expect you at the beginning of next week. So enjoy your weekend. But Sunday morning you and I will be going over your travel route and your mother will help you pack. Any questions Cole?" He was being hardcore and very black and white about the whole thing. Nothing I could say would change his mind. When my dad made a decision it was pretty much written in stone. I resigned myself to my fate and weakly replied that I had no questions.
"Good. Well go out and enjoy your time with your friends. I won't bother you with anything else until Sunday. And Cole, we do love you very much, it’s just time for Cole to find his way in life."
"I understand Dad"
To be continued…