It was Sally’s 18th birthday, and my friends and I were celebrating at the Beach Bar. Everyone was doing shots, but I was getting bored, I needed to get out, I needed a quiet moment, I needed a smoke. It was a beautiful, starry night and I walked across the street to the beach wall. It was a strange piece of art, shoulder high, made of river stone and sculptured faces. I enjoyed the quiet there, no one around to complain about my smoking. I pulled one out and lit it up.
“Hey buddy, you wanna share that smoke?” I heard a raspy voice call out; I almost dropped my lighter in surprise.
I looked around, but I didn’t see anyone. Thinking it must’ve been the alcohol, I relaxed, leaned against the wall and took a deep drag.
“Well buddy, you gonna share or what?”
“Who are you?” I slurred. “Where are you?” I added as I looked behind the wall.
“Well Einstein,” he continued, “did you bring any beer with you? Were pretty dry here. Well everyone except old Greenie over there. He’s never dry; always pissing his pants.”
This time I could trace the voice to just beside my elbow. Now I was sure I had drunk too much, I was hearing voices.
“Look, if you’re going to join us, you need to share,” he rasped again.
I was just about to back away, when another voice further down, call out. “Don’t let
Big lips rile ya. He doesn’t have any manners, and he’s always mooching from everyone. He never brings anything here himself.”
“Well, as if I could Greenie… If you haven’t noticed, I am stuck to the wall just like you.
Hey, and you Howl Face! Don’t you start crying again.” taunted Big Lips.
“He wouldn’t cry if you didn’t always bully him.” Retorted Greenie.
“And Even if this young man gave you something,” Greenie continued, “you wouldn’t share… you never share.”
“Hey, why should I share with losers like you,” Big lips countered, “I’m doing mankind a favour, by protecting the quality of the gene pool.”
“You think you’re really something;” Greenie chuckled at Big Lip’s retort, “but Pink Floyd was right, ‘You’re just another Prick in the Wall.’”