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Eps. 9 of Winter Dreams The Party and the Coach

Eps. 9 of Winter Dreams The Party and the Coach

Episode 9:

“Not that many people know that I read a lot. As I just found out you and I have very similar interests. Look, Rick I really want to get to know you a lot better. Why don’t I give you a call tomorrow? Maybe we can go out for lunch. Right now, let me introduce you to some people at the party. I’d say let’s go talk to Peyton and Sabrina, but it looks like they are busy holding court right now.

Rick really enjoyed the rest of the evening, He thought that several of Misty’s friends were cool. People kept going over to Peyton’s record collection and put on their favorite albums. The record that got the most play was Led Zeppelin II. Although the music critics of rock journalism didn’t give the album very positive reviews, the people attending the party seemed to love it. The new Led Zeppelin LP got by far the most plays. Rick especially enjoyed the songs, Heartbreaker and Bring it on Home. As Rick smoked one of his Old Port Colts, he thought about how much his social life had picked up in one day. He agreed to have lunch with Misty at The Red Top Restaurant. He was so excited about it and the way his whole day had played out, that he knew he wouldn’t get much sleep tonight, but being only eighteen years old Rick knew he’d still feel great in the morning.

After the party ended Rick and Misty got a ride home from Misty’s friend Carol. Misty actually kissed Rick goodnight which surprised but pleased him to no end.

Rick was right. He didn’t get home until near 3:00 AM but he only managed a couple of hours sleep until he needed to get up to ready himself for hockey practise.  This was Rick’s third year playing for The St. Vital Cougars. He didn’t play very well during last year’s play off run, and he still felt bad about it. Last season Rick felt more stressed than a seventeen- year- old should have to be.

He had a very demanding coach who expected his team to win every game even if it was only an exhibition contest. Coach Reynolds would often yell at his players when they made a mistake or didn’t play up to his expectations. Rick often took the brunt of his coach’s wrath as he was the Cougar’s number one goalie and was often blamed if his team lost a game. Rick would burn with shame and humiliation whenever he was publicly called out by his coach. Rick had a very sensitive temperament and would be upset for days after a loss. He never questioned his coach or his tactics. The truth was that Coach Reynolds terrified him and he would have quit the team if he wasn’t so afraid of what the coach would do to him as a consequence. The amazing thing was that most of the team remained loyal to their coach. despite the emotional abuse. The one thing that could not be denied was that Coach Reynolds always produced a competitive hockey team.

Street Dreams Episode 48

Episode forty-eight of Street Dreams 

When Herby Schultz awoke on the morning after the jukebox party at Harold Peyton’s house, he felt an emotion that he had rarely experienced in his life. It was somewhat like joy or even euphoria. Being an analytical person, Herby was grateful for this positive feeling, but was also worried and confused. The more that Herby sat up on his bed and thought about it, the more Herby became concerned that he was feeling a sense of hope. 

Herby could hardly think of a time in his life when he was where a feeling even slightly optimistic about his future. For so much of his life, Herby Schultz felt only an enormous, overpowering sense of heaviness as if he was carrying a thousand pounds of concrete around with him. 

He felt lighter today. Some of that heaviness started to lift. Herby concluded that his new state of mind was largely due to last evening’s visit at Harold Peyton’s house. There were such a sense of peace in Harold’s home and Herby marvelled at the apparent ease with which Harold had turned a potentially situation filled with negativity and even ugliness into a time of calmness and joy. 

Herby did not have any close friends other than Tony Barrows and he certainly did not have a father figure in his life. There’s just something about the charismatic personality of Harold Peyton. 

Herby had learned to be very sceptical of adults, but there was something genuine about Harold. Due to his low self-esteem, he had a difficult time imagining why any adult would accept him at face value and even take a sincere interest in him. 

Harold had displayed a very sincere form of interest in listening to Herby. Harold was not just not being polite, he was truly interested in what Herby had to say at the party last night. 

If one looked at Herby’s time spent with Harold, superficially, one could reasonably ask what was so special about the jukebox party. Harold and his very young guests had simply had fun playing a game and later listen to each other’s share their stories. 

Herby became accepting of the fact that whenever he went somewhere with Tony there would certainly be alcohol and drugs involved. Perhaps, some illicit sexual activity and an almost inevitable physical fight would be on the agenda of the evening’s activities. There’d been none of that at Mr. Peyton’s house yesterday evening. Herby thought this was the only time in his life that he’d experience what was known as good clean fun. Like a very addictive drug, Herby now craved more of this positive experience. Did he dare phone Harold to see if they could get together for a one on one conversation? Herby did not want to impose on Mr. Peyton today. He would wait another day to see if he could get the courage to call this elderly charismatic man. 

 

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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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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 32 from Street. Dreams

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Episode 31 of Street Dreams, the Police Arrive 

Two police officers were dispatched to the old dilapidated house on BeliveaRoad. 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 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. Were 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 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 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 colourful collage of broken beer bottles, sordid piles of dog turds, yellow patches of snow splattered liberally with several patches of the revelers 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. 

 

 

 

 

 

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in this podcast Canadian author Ken David Stewart reads episode 31 of his new novel Street dreams. This is the podcast version.

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.

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Episode 30 of Street Dreams, the Fight, by Ken David Stewart

Episode 30 of Street Dreams, the Fight by Ken David Stewart

As Tony and Whisper started walking away from the young male and female on the couch, they could hear the young woman screaming at the man, “Hey, get your dirty hands off of me, dude. I came here to have some fun and not to get picked up by a stinking pig like you!”

The disheveled young man gave the girl a vicious slap across her face. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that, bitch. I thought you said you wanted some fun. Well, I was about to show you a good time, but you screwed it up. Get away from me, you ugly skank.”

The scraggly young teenage girl got off the couch in an awkward manner. She walked right up to Tony and Whisper with a bit of a stagger as she tried to get her balance.

“Hey, you guys, I’m Pixie. What are your names?”

“I’m Tony and this is Whisper,” Tony answered.

“Look, I know you guys don’t know me, but can I ask you a big favour?” Pixie asked.

“That all depends on what the favour is,” Tony replied.

“Here’s the deal. I hate this party and I want to get away from all these scummy guys trying to hit on me. “Do you have a car, Tony?” Pixie asked.

“I have a truck,” Tony answered.

“Great. Is there any chance that you can give me a ride home? I have some cash on me and half a bag of weed for you guys in exchange for the ride.” Pixie said.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Tony said. “Where do you live?”

“In an apartment block in Fort Rouge,” Pixie answered, “I live with my boyfriend, Ricky.”

With a bit of a struggle the lecherous young man on the couch got to his feet and put himself straight in Tony’s face. “What you think you’re doing, man? That little whore is mine for this evening.” He slurred his words as he tried to convey this message.

Tony didn’t waste a word on the creep who was confronting him. Tony Barrows grabbed the slimy dude by his shirt collar and pushed him into the nearest wall. Tony used so much force that the plaster on the wall started to crack. Tony proceeded to slam the young man’s head against the wall at least five times. He didn’t stop until he started to see blood splatter all over the wall and saliva starting to drool from his victim’s mouth. Tony watched as this dude’s eyeballs rolled back in his head and his body slumped to the floor. After the guy hit the floor, he appeared to be unconscious and a large pool of blood was now flowing beneath his head.

“Nobody talks to me like that,” Tony said. He didn’t appear to have any emotion in his voice.

Whisper could see people at the party calling 911 on their cell phones. Whisper grabbed Tony’s arm and said, “Let’s get out of here now before the cops arrive. We’ll take Pixie with us.” All three made a quick dash for Tony’s Ford 150.

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