Category: Parties

And so the game begins/Episode 42 of Street Dreams by Ken David Stewart

047 “I appreciate your apology Tony, but I’m going to need a little time and space to process it,” Whisper said.
“Yeah, I can accept that. Why don’t you give me a call when you’re ready to talk about our relationship,” Tony said.
I’ve got an idea,” Harold said. He was now comfortably seated in this white Lazy Boy chair.
“Why don’t you and Herbie stay here and join us for a game of Jukebox. “We’re kind of in a party mood tonight I have some potato chips, dip, Pepsi and coffee. Would you guys like to stay and help us party?” Harold asked.
Tony was seated next to Herbie on Harold’s couch. He turned his head towards Herbie to gage his friend’s reaction. Herbie shrugged his shoulders, “I’ve really got nothing pressing to do, if you’d like to stay,Tony” Herbie said.
“I’m in, too,” Tony told Harold.
“What’s your last name, sir?” Tomy asked Harold.
“It’s Peyton. I’m Harold Payton, but just because I’m an old guy I don’t want you guys calling me Sir or Mr. Peyton. Harold, suits me just fine. Whisper, could you find the chips, and the rest of the refreshments and bring them to the coffee table?” Harold asked.
|I’m sorry but I don’t have any alcoholic beverages in the house. Would you guys be okay with a couple of Pepsi’s or Tim Horton’s coffee, let’s say?” His gaze was towards Tony and Herbie.
“That would be just fine with us, sir, Tony answered. Sorry, I meant to say Harold,” Tony said looking a little embarrassed.
Harold laughed and said, “That’s okay. I can see that you’re a fast learner, Tony.”
“Are you good with the Pepsi or coffee too, Herbie? Harold asked.
” A cup of coffee would be great,” Herbie replied. Herbie did not have much in terms of a social life and he was not used to be being treated so well by other people. Harold stood up. “Ricky, could you explain the rules of the game to everybody while I use the washroom?”
When Harold had returned from the bathroom, Whisper had finished dispensing the nights refreshments and Ricky had succinctly explained the rules of the game to Tony and Herbie.
“Before we start our game, I want to ask, “what were you boys doing before you arrived at my house?” Harold asked.
Tony was a little taken aback by Harold’s query, which he started to answer after he popped the tab off his Pepsi can.
“Believe it or not, I was reading a book Harold. I know that I don’t look like the literary type, but I actually read nearly every day. When I’m in a good space I write some of my own fiction, too.”
“What book were you reading this afternoon?” Harold asked.
“The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald,” Tony answered.
Herbie Schultz started to laugh, “I know that my friend kind of looks like a thug, but he’s really smart.”
“That’s one of the things that attracted me to Tony,” Whisper said. “I’ve always liked the bad boys, but it’s not easy finding a tough -looking dude as intellectual as Tony is.”
“We’ve got some things in common, Tony. We both like books, writing and Whisper,” Harold said.
“What about you Herbie? What were you up to earlier today?” Harold asked.
I wasn’t doing much of anything when Tony called. I love music and I spend a lot of time on my Spotify app. Motorhead is one of my favourite rock bands and I was downloading one of their albums called, Aftershock, the Tour Edition,” Herbie answered and reached for a handful of salt and vinegar potato chips.
Harold started to laugh. “I’ve got something in common with you too, Herb. I would say that Motorhead is probably my favourite rock band. I know that it must sound strange to hear a senior citizen say they like Motorhead.”
“No, I don’t think that’s strange. I mean Motorhead hass been around since the 1980s and that was the only era that they had any real commercial success speak of,” Herbie responded.
There was something about Harold that allowed Herbie to be so loquacious this evening. Hw was normally so shy that he would rarely contribute anything to a conversation.
“Herb, I would guess that you are going to be very good at Ricky’s Jukebox game as you appear to have a vast store of knowledge about rock music,” Harold said,” as he took a sip from his Tim Horton’s coffee cup that had an engraved image of a bulldog on it.
“Thank you,” said Herbie. I’ll give it my best shot.” As Herbie’s social anxiety was decreasing rapidly he sunk into a more relaxed posture on Harold’s couch and took a big slug from his can of Mango Pepsi.
“Well, that’s enough chit chat for now. Let;s get the game started. Seeing as I invented Jukebox, I get to choose the first song of the evening. I need the rest of you to go to the kitchen and wait until you hear a song that I am about to play on You Tube.”
Ricky was feeling more happy and confident than was was usual for him. He loved spending time with her stepdad and was amazed by the way that Harold had changed the previously tense atmosphere in the house to one of calm anticipation.
Whisper Tony Harold and Herbie all moved into the kitchen area just a few feet away. They needed to move from the living room so that they could not see the information displayed on Harold’s 42 inch widescreen Samsung TV.
It wasn’t long before Ricky started using the search engine on YouTube to find his first song selection. Ricky liked to play his music loud and in under a minute those assembled in the kitchen could hear the opening chords of the song. Almost immediately Herbie yelled out his answer, “That’s Bang Your Head, otherwise known as Metal Health by Quiet Riot.”
“Bingo!” Ricky yelled back.
“Way to go Herbie!” Whisper said as she patted Herbie on the shoulder.fantasy-23

 

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podcast version of street dreams eps 34

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Episode 34 of Street Dreams Aleister RichterA novel by Ken David Stewart

Episode 34 Aleister Richter

The man that Tony Barrows had assaulted at the party on Beliveau Road called himself, Aleister, which served as his preferred street name. His real name was Zach Richter. He liked it better when people referred to him by his alias. Two of Aleister’s friends rushed to pick Aleister up and carry him out of the house once they realized that the people at the partywere calling the police.

The two men who carried the limp body out of the house were the same two people who had bullied Herbie Schultz in elementary school, Hartley and Kerry Popovich. Hartley picked Aleister up by the head Kerry took hold of the victim’s legs. The two brothers, Hartley and Kerry were fortunate that Kerry’s old Ford Temple was parked near the back door of the house. They only needed to drag Aleister’s limp body a few feet. It also helped that Aleister was underweight and was very light to carry. Hartley opened the back door of the white 1994 Ford Temple while he and his brother slid Alister’s body along the back seat of the car.

Hartley climbed into the driver seat while Kerry rode shotgun. As Hartley turned the key in the ignition. he heard some moaning sounds coming from the back seat of the car.

“I don’t believe it. I think Aleister is still alive!” Hartley said.

“That’s great. But right now our immediate problem is to drive away from this house before the cops arrive. Step on the gas, Hartley,” Kerry ordered.

It’s cold out. This old car is going to need a minute or two to warm up so that I can get the engine to turn over,” Hartley countered.

“Fortunately, the night sky was now pitch black. If anyone leaving the party saw them, it would be nearly impossible to identify the car and its occupants.

Kerry and Hartley had known Aleister for about two years. They met Alister in a downtown pool hall where they went to try to score some weed and acid. Aleister was fairly well known in this area of downtown Winnipeg. One could say that he carved out his own territory. Aleister was just a year or two older than Kerry and Hartley. He was a sociable type of character and invited the two brothers over to an apartment on Furby Street that he shared with his girlfriend. Aleister sold Kerry and Herbie a few buttons of peyote, some acid and a seven- ounce bag of Purple Kush. That was a better-than-average sale for Aleister, so he thought, “Why not celebrate with my new customers? Who knows? They may even become my friends.”

Aleister had not always lived in a rundown apartment on Furby Street. His parents were both successful professionals. His father was a lawyer his mother was a veterinarian. Aleister was brought up in a large attractive home in the suburb of Tuxedo where all successful people in Winnipeg resided. Aleister loved both his parents, but soon discovered that they didn’t agree on very many issues and often had heated verbal arguments. When Aleister was just a young child he was very upset about his parents so-called disagreements. He was worried that one day they would divorce and would no longer look after him. Eventually his parents did divorce, shortly after Aleister’s fourteenth birthday. It was almost a relief for him when his parents finally went through with the divorce. As it says in the Bible, “What I have feared has come upon me,” a rough paraphrase from the book of Job, Aleister felt very insecure despite the fact that he lived a somewhat of a privilege childhood. He had a beautiful spacious bedroom all to himself. He always got the newest and coolest toys. Both his parents treated him well, but he was scared when they had fights.

So what did his parents Hugh and Deborah fight about? It was not one of the most common issues many couples argue about such as money and sex. His parents thought they were doing very well in both these areas.Their arguments were more about intellectual, political and religious issues.

Hugh Richter considered himself to be a very intelligent man who believed in God, was trying to live a good moral lifestyle and as a rational conservative thinker.

Many of Hugh’s disagreements with his wife were over political issues. Although they had both lived in Canada for several years, they both had spent their developmental years living in different cities in the United States. Hugh had grown up in Houston, Texas and Deborah’s formative years were spent in Portland, Oregon. Hugh’s parents were both committed Republicans and were devoted to their local Baptist Church. Growing up in Portland Oregon, Deborah’s parents were liberals, tried-and-true Democrats who believed that Bill Clinton was the best president that the United States ever had. When it came to questions of religion and spirituality, Deborah’s parents were basically atheists, although they would occasionally take up an interest in new age teachings. They would tend to follow the latest flavour of the month as their newest guru, but their pattern was to move on to a new spiritual movement leader as soon as they got tired of the previous one.

In the 2016 presidential election, Hugh had some personal reservations about Donald Trump but still voted for him. He would’ve preferred Ted Cruze as the Republican party nominee, but he accepted the fact that the Republicans chose Donald Trump as their leader.

Donald Trump was sort of an acquired taste for Hugh. There were many things he admired about Trump, especially his self-confidence and determination to get things done. He was not completely convinced that Trump was a committed Christian, but he was delighted to hear his candidate espouse many Christian values and beliefs and appeared to be a staunch supporter of the church and Israel.

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Episode 32 of Street Dreams

Episode 32 the House from Hell

Constables Bill Noble and Melissa Parks slowly made their way through the house. If Melissa thought that the front yard was disgusting, she would need to add an extra plus sign to the interior of the house. One wall was decorated with expletives added via different coloured Sharpie pens. Near the centre of the wall was an old tattered poster of the late Jim Morrison of the Doors. The dirty carpet on the floor was further ravished by black and brown marks where cigarette butts had been ground into the carpet.

“Watch where you step,” Constable Bill warned as he turned to look at Melissa.

“Believe me, I am. I’d hate to guess how many used hypodermics are on the floor right now. Some of their chambers are half filled with blood,” Melissa said.

Bill walked over to an old wooden coffee table which people taken the liberty of carving their names to go along with some obscene expressions and drawings.

“The occupants must be of the artistic persuasion,” Bill cracked.

Melissa laughed, “they just might be. Take a look near the end of the corner of the coffee table. There are oversized books with prints of the paintings of Salvador Dali and Picasso.

“Yeah, look at the multi-coloured paint splattered on the opposite wall. There must’ve been a Jackson Pollock wannabe at the party,” Bill commented.

“I didn’t know that you knew about art,” Melissa said

“Oh, there are still many things that you don’t know about me,” Bill replied

“Hey Bill I found something. Bloody footprints leading all the way to the kitchen,” Melissa said.

As the two police officers arrived in the kitchen, their senses were once again assaulted.

“Holy crow! These people live like pigs. I take that back. I’m insulting all the poor farm animals of the world,” Bill said.

The porcelain container in the kitchen was quite the sight. Several boxes of partially eaten pizza as well as a variety of different flavors of potato chips in cracked plastic bowls. The counter was also littered with half empty hard liquor bottles. The most popular drinks beside Budweiser beer, were Jack Daniels, Jim Beam and Southern Comfort. Both Melissa and Bill were wearing their protective medical gloves in order to prevent fingerprint contamination. Bill reached for a large bottle of Jack Daniels and was startled by the sight of an ugly cockroach darting in the other direction.

Melissa’s witnessed the cockroach and had to stifle the urge to vomit for a second time this evening. The officers noticed that the splatters of blood went past the kitchen and into the nearest hallway. To their surprise, they found a wall that was not covered by graffiti and posters of dead rock stars.

“Look Melissa, bloodstains on the wall,” Bill said.

Dried blood splatter was visible about six feet up the wall. Streams of blood had run from the site’s top right to the bottom of the great carpet. The blood streaks ran down both the left and the right side leaving an impression on the wall that resembled a body. There was plenty of blood on the carpet, but there wasn’t a body to go with it.

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The Police Arrive Episode 31 of Street Dreams, a Novel by Ken David Stewart

Episode 31 of Street Dreams, the Police Arrive

Two police officers were dispatched to the old dilapidated house on Beliveau Road. One of the police constables was Bill Noble, a twenty -year veteran of Winnipeg’s finest. His partner on this evening shift was a twenty- four year old female who is technically still in training. Her name was Melissa Parkes and her supervisor thought it would be a great idea if she worked for a while with an old veteran like Bill Noble. Bill had an outstanding reputation for integrity, competence and professionalism. It would be a great opportunity for Melissa to work with someone of Bill Noble’s expertise and experience. There was only so much that a young cadet could be taught at a police training academy. Most of what an aspiring intern would learn would be in the field working in a patrol car with a respected veteran of the force.

Both officers were on St. Mary’s Road when they received the call from the dispatcher.

“Patrol car seventeen. I need you to check out a potentially seriously injured young man who is presently at a house on Beliveau Road. We received a phone call from an anonymous caller reporting a fight in which a young male was assaulted by an unknown individual. Judging from all the background noise recorded during the call, it is believed that a loud, wild party was in progress and got out of control. There weren’t any weapons reported, but I would advise proceeding cautiously. The residence involved has been vacant for about eight months now. The previous tenants abandoned the house and we have been unable to learn the identity of the landlord,” the police dispatcher reported.

“Roger. We’re on our way,” Constable Bill Noble responded.

“Well, Ms. Parks, get ready for an exciting assignment. This could be very dangerous so just follow my lead and instructions,” Bill added.

“I understand sir and will comply.”

“It took Constable Noble and Constable Parks about six minutes to find the location of the house.

“This must be the place,” Melissa Park said.

“How did you guess?” Constable Bill asked sarcastically. “It sure looks like they had a helluva party here.”

The old house must have been painted yellow at some point in the past. Most of the paint was peeling exposing most of the bare wood to the elements. It would’ve been a terribly attractive home even when it was first built, but the extreme lack of upkeep made the house look absolutely ugly. No one even bothered to shovel the snow that would have made a good path from the curb to the front steps of the residence. As Melissa and Bill tried to make their way to the front entrance, they were forced to step in the footprints previously made by the people that had quickly fled the party. The snow must’ve been at least three feet deep causing Bill to feel winded by the time he arrived at the front door. Melissa followed a few feet behind her partner. She didn’t have to catch her breath at all as she was still in excellent physical condition after passing all her fitness tests with flying colours at the police academy. Bill, on the other hand, was forty-four years old and was still a smoker. It didn’t help that he was about forty pounds overweight. His doctor had already informed Bill that he had a mild case of COPD and if he didn’t stop smoking soon life was going to get a lot harder for him in the future. Bill had started taking some measures to stop smoking. He now carried a pack of Nicorette gum 4 mg, the strongest strength, with him and managed to reduce his tobacco intake to half a pack of cigarettes per day. The doctor had also ordered him to go on a diet and to start losing the excess weight he carried. At this point Constable Bill Noble had a hard time imagining how he was going to quit smoking and lose weight at the same time. He could hear Melissa speaking to a few feet behind him.

“This place is disgusting, Bill,” she said.

The snow in the yard made a colorful collage of broken beer bottles, sordid piles of dog turds, yellow patches of snow splattered liberally with several patches of the reveler’s vomit.

The front door of the house was left slightly ajar and a ray of white light was visible. Both Melissa and Bill drew their weapons before pushing the door all the way open. Melissa felt the nausea rise up in her stomach as a foul odor emanating from the interior of the house hit her hard.

“Excuse me, Bill. I think I’m going to be sick.” Melissa stepped back, leaned over the partially broken wood railing of the front steps and lost her supper. The remains of her fast food dinner now belonged to the snow to the left of the steps.

“I’m sorry sir,” Melissa said as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

“Don’t worry about it. It happens to the best of us. I’ve been on the scene of some car crashes that made me flip my gizzard a few times too,” Bill said, as he patted Melissa on the shoulder.

The Party Episode 29 of Street Dreams by Ken David Stewart

Episode 29 Street Dreams The Party

Tony Barrows arrived at a house party on Beliveau Road the St. Vital area of Winnipeg. He had received an email from one of his buddies telling him about the party. Tony could be described as having a crash and burn type of personality. He possessed very low self-esteem, was filled with self-hatred and really didn’t care if he lived or died. He really only had one aspiration in life that was to get drunk, stoned and party hard. The email that Tony received promised him lots of booze, drugs and young girls. He invited Whisper to come along with him almost as an afterthought. Tony had known Whisper for approximately a year and she had developed areputation as a party girl. Tony was not in love with her, but he occasionally enjoyed her company. He had little if any respect for her, but then again Tony really didn’t have any respect for himself. He couldn’t envision any purpose for his life. He was miserable most of the time but often found some reprieve from his personal angst by getting totally wasted.

Tony was a physically strong young man and for a short period of time had been an amateur boxer. It didn’t bother him if a party that he attended a became a little violent. Tony felt that he could take care of himself in any physical altercation and he had yet to lose a brawl in his life. He didn’t fear anyone no matter how big they were and actually welcomed a good, hard, knock- down, drag out fight. Tony didn’t usually initiate fights, but he had a very short fuse and it didn’t take too much to trigger him.

As soon as Tony and Whisper entered the house, they were immediately enveloped by both the smell of smoke and the smell of cannabis. The music was at such a high volume that it would be very difficult to listen to anyone speak. A large silver boombox with flashing colours was playing the Guns N Roses greatest hits album. The sound of Sweet Child of Mine gave Whisper a bit of a buzz as she was a huge fan of Guns N Roses and had a crush on their lead singer Axl Rose.

There must’ve been at least twenty people at the house party that Tony and Whisper could see. The house itself was an older type of three bedroom residence that was in bad need repair and cleaning. Corners of the ceiling had yellow tobacco smoke stains. The light orange carpet looked like it had not been cleaned in years and was spotted by large dark stains. This was the type of house that no one cared about. The young people present in the house appeared to be oblivious to the decrepit, dilapidated condition of the place. Why should they care? Nobody seemed to know whose house it was and no one cared enough to ask. Whisper observed a scraggly looking couple alternately taking hoots from a large orange coloured bong. The male on the couch looked like he had not eaten any food in at least a week and smelled like he hadn’t taken a shower or changed his clothes for several days. The girl was short in stature and was probably between fifteen to seventeen years of age. It was difficult to tell as she was wearing very heavy mascara. Her arms were covered from wrist to shoulders with body art. She had a small picture of Aleister Crowley tattooed on her left forearm . She too reeked of stale body odour.

These were Tony’s kind of people and he felt right at home admist this house of squalor.

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