Free Sugar Valley (Hollywood's Darkest Secret) by Stephen Andrew Salamon Page B

the nod,
understood it, and added with shakiness to his speech, “Yeah, I’ll
explain it... Um, what happened was my friend, Jose, this guy over
here, pushed me off of my roof. Um, that’s how my kidney went bad.”
They all looked at him like he was crazy, including the guards.
Damen and Jose couldn’t accept, couldn’t believe that Darell didn’t
come up with a better explanation. “What?” Darell asked, seeing
Jose and Damen’s disappointed emotions through their eyes. That’s
when they looked away from Darell, stood back, and waited for him
to explain this story, allowing him, in a sense, to dig his own
grave and enjoy the entertainment.
    “You expect us to believe that story?” the
guard asked, releasing Damen’s arm from his grip. Jose and Damen
tried to think up of another excuse, tried to find a way out of the
explanation, that Darell had totally and utterly screwed up.
Suddenly, another train stopped in the station, and that’s when the
guard said, with force to his words, “Come with us.”
    Jose and Damen saw that a large amount of
passengers were exiting the second train and beginning to surround
them. A plan of action was seeping into Jose’s mind, breaking into
his conscious state, and getting ready to explode orally.
    Jose nudged Damen’s arm, winked his right eye
very unnoticeably toward him, and said in a fast way, “Listen, he
really does need an operation.” Damen looked at Jose with wide
eyes. He couldn’t believe, couldn’t begin to accept that he still
was going along with this story, even after it died, and showed
itself as a lie to the guards.
    The guard asked in a snotty manner, “Oh yeah,
could ya prove it?” Damen and Darell just looked at Jose, the same
way as the guards’ did, and awaited an explanation from him. They
were all curious on what Jose was going to pull out of his ass
next. Damen Schultz crossed his arms and waited for Jose Rodrigo’s
voice, while the guards put their hands behind their backs, grabbed
onto handcuffs, and waited for Jose to screw up his words.
    “Yeah ... I could,” responded Jose. “You see
... when you need a kidney operation, it kind of feels like this,”
he added before he punched the guard on the side of his gut. Damen
watched as the other guard began pulling on Darell’s arm; that’s
when he punched him in the face. The officers fell to the ground,
passengers from the train began walking over them, and Damen,
Darell, and Jose started to run out of the station with laughter in
their minds.
    Running with grand speed to their motion, the
boys flew through the station, passing and hitting people
accidentally, and looking back every so often to see if anyone was
chasing them. They looked to their right, left, forward, and
finally, for the hell of it, looked up toward the ceiling of the
station. As they ran through the center part of the station’s
heart, still staring at the ceiling, they saw a huge, domed window
that stretched for miles to their sight; it caused them to stop for
a moment. But then, they all looked at each other, realizing that
they’d just broken a zillion laws, and started the motion to their
feet once again.
    When they reached the outside of the station,
Damen spoke with laughter, “I can’t believe we got away with that.”
Even though people, on top of people, walked by them, Damen still
kept up the laughter; he was amused by their capture, as well as
their escape.
    He started to look up at the tall skyscrapers
with intrigued thoughts to his mind, and that’s when Jose
questioned, “I know, man, doesn’t it feel great?” Jose’s feelings,
his laughter, mixed with supercharged adrenaline, made his question
more interesting when he added, “It feels like winning something,
like having sex and knowing you were good.” Damen looked at him
with shock, with strangeness, a small grin on his face.
    “Well, I like the other analogy, it’s more
believable, coming from you,” Damen laughed. Jose punched him
lightly