Reader, how are you?? Hope you had a good Tuesday.
I had this idea for a story about this college kid who is traumatized by his upbringing and how it affects his aspirations. It’s probably been collecting dust at my desk for the past four years or so. Let me know if it’s any good!
“Wake up freshie, time for class.”
The flashback dreams are getting too vivid as my creative writing professor wakes me from slumber.
“Rick, man, you were talking in your sleep again,” bellows my friend Rob.
“If I only I could do that in the comfort of my dorm room,” I say, rubbing me eyes awake. “Just been having some real sentimental dreams lately.”
It’s been over a decade since my parents got divorced and yet it’s as if my mind has been pondering over it heavily recently. Perhaps it’s a reflex of some kind, like when covering a sneeze or catching something that’s about to fall on the floor. My inner subconscious is playing heavily with me today.
“Mr. Martinez, would you tell us what article you found Wednesday on a current event and how that applies to this course?”
Damn Ms. Yarnow isn’t playing today! First week back from Winter Break and she’s not letting up.
“Well, I found an article about the ongoing relations between Cuba and the United States. How it applies to the class and how you emphasize studying other cultures is that the writer’s examination pertains to the Cuban perspective. Their current lifestyle and their emotions about the current state of the Cuban government. The writer makes you feel like you are right there with him interviewing these people.”
I’m pretty sure I perfectly bs’d my way through that answer.
“Very good Mr. Martinez,” she exclaimed. “Now, if you may be so kind as to not daydream in my class every five seconds you may validate how intelligent you just sounded.”
I’m not going to lie, but the way she looked at me just then was kind of a turn on.
“Rick, did you see that.”
“Yes Rob, I saw. Let me try to stay out of trouble this semester though.”
Little did I know that trouble this semester was going to a bit more severe and come with an unrelenting fury: my past and hopeful future were going to collide head on.
When you have a vision set in your head, it’s hard to shut it out. That dream or hopeful feeling is greater than any drug rush or carnal endeavor can supply.
I’ve had this dream of being a media personality for as long as I can remember. My early years were marked by shy but successful events but even when I was young I knew that I’d be known outside of my immediate circle, that others from New York to California and across the globe would know the name Rick Martinez.
I can still remember when I was seven years old, dressing up in a Superman costume for one of my dad’s home videos. He’d play this villain from some far away land set on vanquishing me with some tickles and take downs. He’d always let me win those “battles” and I’d milk it up for the camera. Those were some memories that I truly cherish growing up.
Both of my parents fed me unconditional love and were there for me whenever I needed them.
They were just never there for each other in their marriage.
There were times I was doing homework upstairs in my room and I couldn’t get through one math problem or writing assignment without hearing some form of an argument starting up downstairs.
One time I sat near the top of the stair, just hoping and praying for the latest verbal spat to be over, wondering why two people could detest one another so much.
When those home movies were being shot, that was probably one of the only times they could stand being in the same room together.
As the arguments continued to worsen I thought this was a cyclical pattern that would last an eternity, that this was my new normal…..
That’s about where I stopped four years ago. If you like the story so far let me know. Maybe I may finish it!
David R. Cabrera