The Extra Value Meal :: Creative Writing Essays

Aaron lit a Basic brand cigarette as Amir pulled his beat up 1976 snotgreen Chevy Nova into the crowded parking lot of the McDonalds on R bug oute 1 inSaugus, Massachusetts. He always seemed to do this to himself lightencigarettes when hed just have to snipe them out on the bottom of his wornarmy boot. He put his pointer finger to his head and pantomimed dighimself. Amir glanced at him uneasily, then scanned the lot for an open space.Aaron drew ticklish on his cigarette, filling his lungs with as much smokeas possible. He needed to get as much nicotine as time allowed. He shut hiseyes, flicked his tongue against his sterling silver lip ring, s ensnarening it inthe hole. It hurt a little. Probably fuckin infected, Aaron chuckled,thinking of the night he pierced it himself, using only a heated up safety pinand a bottle of Smirnov vodka for a pain killer.Amir pulled into a stop spot. You cant park here, Aaron said.Sure I can, Amir replied. Aaron studied the face of the BosnianImmig rant. Amir had fought for two years in the war against the Serbs. Hisface was outstandingly pleasant, although his eyes looked as if they belonged to aforty year old populace and not a seventeen year old boy. His tan tegument and widesmile seemed out of place when one took in Amirs mohawk haircut and torn black t-shirt.Its a handicap spot.Exactly, Amir said with a smirk. I got you in my car, and youre aretard.Fuck you, Aaron said, Ill blast you Sylvester Stallone style.Amir combust into hysterical laughter. You watch too much television.Aaron shrugged and slowly exhaled through his nose, alter with asilver hoop ring through his septum (also self-pinned). He caught good deal ofhimself in the rearview mirror. He felt cold.His eyes were alert, almost piercing. Around those fiery, piercing eyeswere lines of sadness, although he was also only seventeen. His hair wasbleached towheaded and messy --Johnny Rotten messy. His face was long and thin, aresult of umteen days of not eatin g, either because he had no money for solid food orbecause he simply forgot to eat. He was menacing, with his facial piercings andangry eyes, provided there was something about his mouth, a kind of innocent smirkthat gave advert of something real within his hard, rough punk rock shell.Amir got out of the car slowly, stretching out his arms. Aaron caughtglimpse of something wild and almost antique in Amirs eyes. He got out, too,