The Ballad of Johhny and Sid

The room swayed this way and that. The people on the TV understood. They gleamed and cackled and crawled out of the set and onto his lap. It was only his mother who didn’t want to play.

“What are you laughing about?” she demanded eyeballing her son, Sid with a mixture of frustration and concern.

“T.V…is funny.”

“It’s a commercial…for laundry soap. What are you on then?”

Sid snorted in her direction…giggled but remained fixated on the people who where now showering him with laundry soap flakes.

Though he would remember none of it his mother swore that this was why she was kicking him out. Cause of his “bad habits and the bad crowd he was always running with.” Well that and the fact that now that social services would not be butting their noses in she was free to go back to being the single woman without child in tow.

Sid was fine either way. He had recently found a prime squat and along with Johnny, who had given him that particularly delicious tab of acid, he would finally be free to do whatever the fuck he wanted. And, as it turned out, what he wanted was to do a hell of a lot of drinking.

“Man look at those!” Sid happily squealed while flipping through a skin mag. John who sat reading in a chair across the room didn’t even bother to glance in Sid’s direction. Sid was always squealing about something.

Sid flicked the magazine across the room. It landed neatly on John’s lap.

“Page sixteen mate. Biggest tits I’ve ever seen.”

John quietly thumbed down the edge of the page he was reading, closed his book and then dutifully opened to page sixteen in the magazine now occupying his lap. Sure enough a pair of very large breasts stared back at him.

“Yup. There big alright. Doubt their the biggest ever though.” John’s voice sounded as bored as John always seemed to be. It annoyed Sid sometimes. Especially since he could never match John’s bored look for very long. Eventually something would catch his eye or his ear and a goofy smile would plaster itself to his face as he excitedly told John all about whatever it was they had to do or see or find right that second.

John closed the magazine and flicked it back to Sid. He had no urge to flip through the rest of it, though he supposed he should have and if it was anyone but Sid he would have. The truth burned in his gut. The girls in those pictures confused more than excited him. Sure he could see that some were pretty and some sleazy or whatever. What he couldn’t seem to see is what got all the other boys ohhing and ahhing over them. He just didn’t seem to feel whatever the other boys felt. Worse yet his body seemed to respond more to the sight of Sid skinny little ass than the fat tits that Sid was constantly pointing out to him.

Even though he had hated Catholic school and every words those prevy Priest tried to ram down his throat John always came back to the idea of sin. He could quickly write off the idea that masturbation was a sin. I mean…if ya couldn’t have a wank than you were likely to go humping anything that let ya. Besides the Bible also said your not supposed to eat shellfish and he doubted those nuns and priest were following that one. But sin of wanting…needing…sex that was different. Surely it was an urge he had to fight. Being a freak by choice of dress or haircut was one thing. Being a freaky perv was another.

“Common Sid. We got to go somewhere.”

John stood up and walked swiftly to the door. Dutifully Sid followed confused as always by John’s rapid change in mood.