Glory Days and D&D
My mother always told me that I was very smart, but that I kept using my brains to do stupid things... I never quite understood at the time, since I wasn't robbing banks. Now that I look back, I get her point.
Glenn stood at the corner of the Phoenix Theater. He was the picture of a scrawny math nerd that had found himself deep in jock territory. his entire body twitched nervously and his head snapped around regularly. He was looking for us and trying not to be seen by anyone who would tell his parents he had left the house.
I gunned the camaro, then slammed on the brakes, coming to a screeching stop next to him. Colin, taking his cue, threw himself out of the pasenger side, grabbed Glenn, and stuffed him into the back seat strewn with arrows, a fiberglass Ben Pearson bow, and of course, the machettes.
"We've got a real problem here" Colin tossed back at him, with all the seriousness a freckle faced curly locked highschool boy could muster. "I hope your ready to kill some orcs, my Mom's farm is probably crawling with them."
"Holy SH*T! You guys are serious!" Glenn managed to sputter out as I floored it, then immediately hit the brakes again, trying to take the turn just a bit recklessly.
The camaro was actually gutless, being a 'near the bottom of the line' 1986 fuel injected v6. It looked good and thundered gloriously, but lord only knows what the two extra cylinders were really there for. I had to go through some major efforts to get the four speed automatic to lose traction, and I was pulling out all the stops to do so as we made our way to Bodega avenue.
You might be asking about now, exactly how did we get Glenn to this point?
Glenn was always just a little naive. We used to joke that if his parents didn't have to put him through school he would never see the light of day. We weren't that far off the mark. Glenn was a mental virgin, kept in an ivory tower of his parents' misguided overprotectivness. As such, we could often take him down paths that any 8th grader would avoid.
