9025 Chapter 25 of: “Twinergy and the Boys of Clear Lake!”

 

I slid down the railing to the kitchen and made my way to the fridge where I preceded to empty everything needed to make a 10,000 calorie sandwich. Mayo, roast beef, turkey, several different kinds of cheese, bacon, avocado, spicy mustard, and horseradish. That’s not to mention the lettuce, tomato, onion (for Tasha only, I can’t bring myself to eat something that smells like an armpit), along with salad peppers and oil and vinegar.

I grabbed the extra large sourdough bread off the counter, some plates, and started my two masterpieces. Most would say I get carried away with the bacon, but in my opinion, it is God’s perfect food. By the time I was done, I knew it would be touch and go tackling the monstrosities in front of me, that resembled the Twin Towers rather than sandwiches.

And as for Tash, haha….good luck to her on denting even half of it. I threw some potato salad on her plate, and some kettle potato chips on mine with a giant dill pickle. She came in just as I was pouring two glasses of milk, and sat down looking at the sandwich on her plate as if it were a tumor.

Tasha: “What the fuck is that Nika?”

Nika: “It’s dinner sis….you like?”

Tasha: “I’m not sure, is it for the whole family or just for me you idiot!”

Nika: “Haha, its a Nika, all-American, original Manwich….lets see what you’re made of sis.”

Tasha: “No way Nika, but I’ll cut it in quarters and see if I can finish one. Does it come with a bib and towels?”

Nika: “Come on, it’s not that bad.”

Tasha: “Whatever…..boys, ughhhh.”

Nika: “Kool, I’m gonna take this upta my room and eat Tash, the Lakers are on tonight and it’s a playoff game. Besides, I’m beat, so after I eat this I’m gonna call it quits. I’ll tivo the game so I can watch what I miss tonight in the morning in case I fall asleep.”

Tasha: “Wow Nika, it’s not even 9:30 yet.”

Nika: “I know, but I’m really tired, and need to catch-up on some sleep. Besides, you crash early sometimes.”

Tasha:: “Yah, but it’s Saturday night lil brother. What if Cody or one of your other friends come by or call?”

Nika: “I don’t know Tash, just tell them I’m not feeling well, or take a message. Besides, they usually use my cell and hardly ever call on the land line.”

Tasha: “And if they come by?”

Nika: “Same, unless it’s Cody, then just send him up to my room if he wants to spend the night and sleep in my room.”

Tasha: “You mean sleep with you Nika?”

Nika: “Yah Tash, I mean sleep with me…..better get used to it.”

Tasha: “He’s been doing it for years Nika, so I guess nothings really changed, `cept the part where he IS the pillow now, or you are….huh Nika?”

Nika: “Yah, guess so, but like I said, we really haven’t done much yet Tash. And tonight is just gonna be sleep, so don’t imply anything else, OK?”

Tasha: “It’s all good, sleep well lil brother…..luv you!”

Nika: “Luv ya too Tash, night.”

With that, I made my way up the stairs with my plate, a three quarters full gallon carton of milk, bag of kettle chips, some paper towels, and some chocolate chip cookies. It’s not unlike me to wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning and finish a classic Nika-wich and some cookies, as my metabolism is like on warp speed at all times. (Nothing compared to Blake’s, of course). But I couldn’t gain weight if I ate chocolate cake and milkshakes at every meal.

Once upstairs in my room, I lit a small fire in the fireplace, as the temp does drop in the mountains at night, and flicked on my wall plasma. I changed into my South Park pajama bottoms, no top, as opposed to just boxers tonight. I wanted to feel kinda, i don’t know, in comfort mode. I opened the door to my balcony a bit just to offset the fireplace a little, and to allow the ghostly glow of a full moon to shine in.

Then I propped up four soft fluffy down pillows against my headboard. I slid under my soft down/flannel comforter, and began noshing on my sandwich and watching the game, which was already starting the 3rd quarter…damn-it! Ahh, what the fuck, at least the Lakers were ahead, and maybe I would be able to stick it out to the end, Lord knows it just might take me that long to tackle my sandwich. I always wanted to get to see a Laker game in LA, but its like 500 miles away. But dad did take me and Sash to see one in Sacramento, as that’s only a few hours, so I can’t complain.

I heard a door creak open and a steady stream of urine hit the water in the toilet (always an appetizing sound when sitting down to eat), and knew Sash was turning in early as well. I yelled, “HEY PISS-MEISTER?”

Sasha: “YAH, FUCK-FACE?”

Nika: “GET IN HERE AND HAND FEED ME…. AND WATCH THE LAKER GAME WITH ME, DICK-WAD!”

Sasha: “YAH OK ASS-WIPE, JUST A MINUTE, I’M KINDA BUSY AT THE MOMENT.” I heard a RRRRPPPPTTTT from what I assume came from Sash’s ass, in between his pissing.

Nika: “OH, AND WIPE YOUR ASS ONCE OR TWICE AFTER THAT FART BEFORE YOU SIT ON MY BED SHIT-BUTT.”

Sasha: “OK, WHATEVER ASSHOLE.”

Sash finished up and came in my room wearing a pair of Family Guy PJ bottoms and a San Francisco 49er football jersey top. “Hey Nika, what’s up?”

Nika: “Just tired and going to bed early tonight, wanna watch the end of the Laker game with me buddy?”

Sasha: “Yah, sure, I forgot it was on. You tired too I guess?”

Nika: “Yah, I’m gonna krash after its over….maybe an hour or so.”

Sasha: “Me too. Oh fuck, you made a sandwich, I’m krazy hungry right now.”

Nika: “Yah, I made a couple, one for me and one for Tasha.”

Sasha: “Why didn’t you tell me dork, I’m soo hungry.”

Nika: “I didn’t even know you were home Sash, or I would have.”

Sasha: “I’ve just been in my room listening to music and returning some e-mails.”

Nika: “Well, you want half of mine Sash?”

Sasha: “Are you sure, aren’t you hungry Nika?”

Nika: “I’m starved, but come on, look at this thing!”

Sasha: “Haha, just like always…huh?”

Nika: “Yah, and besides, Tash will probably only be able to eat a quarter or half of hers, so if we’re still hungry after this, which is doubtful, I’ll just send you downstairs to the fridge for the rest.”

Sasha: “OK kool, got milk?”

Nika: “Plenty…long as you don’t mind drinking from the carton with me.”

Sasha: “Nah, just like always. Chips?”

Nika: “Check.”

Sasha: “Haaa, cake?”

Nika: “Umm no, but cookies.”

Sasha: “That’s kool. Move over fool, and turn up the volume a little.”

Nika: “K, but do me a favor first real quick, and throw another log on the fire so we don’t havta get up and do it later….OK?”

Sasha: “Yah, sure.”

Sash threw a big log on top of the three I had already burning in the fireplace, and turned the gas down a little as the fire was blazing along, and no longer required the aid of the gas-line used to get it started. He nonchalantly hustled across the hardwood floor and jumped under the blanket, snuggling up beside me and grabbing the other half of sandwich-zilla I held out to him. I picked up the carton of milk and sat it on our laps between us and tossed him a paper towel.

At last, some down time with the jewel of our family, my little brother. Watching a Laker play-off game(one of our fav teams), on a cool crisp night in a scenic mountain lodge setting alongside a pristine alpine lake. And all with a fire in the background. I was as content as I had ever been in my life, wondering to myself what I did to be bestowed with everything I had, and wondered how life could possibly get any better. Then I thought of Cody and our morning romp. I smiled and giggled out loud.

Sasha: “Whats so funny Nik?”

Nika: “Oh nothing Sasha, just thinking out loud. How’s the sandwich?”

Sasha: “Awesome, just more mayo next time, you know I like mayo like you like bacon. And pass me the milk.”

Nika: “Yah, here ya go. And I know, but like I said, didn’t know you were home, otherwise I woulda doused half of it for you like I always do.”

Sasha: “I know, just dishing you a little shit Nik.” as he tilted back the milk carton to take a long guzzle washing down some sandwich and chips.

I continued to think about my life, my friends, and my family. And then I thought about my journey with Sequoia today, and how without him, this moment I was savoring with Sash might never have happened. I mean, I was never gonna let Sash in my bed again, let alone sleep with me again. And I was pretty terrified to even go to sleep again till he put things in perspective for me today. Man, did Sequoia come in handy sometimes, I couldn’t imagine life without him.

We continued to grind away on sandwich, chips, and handed the milk back and forth, and commented on the game in between. Every once in a while either Sash, or I would let out a “YAHHHH” when Kobe dunked the ball or threw an alley-oop pass to Gasol, Bynum, or Ariza.

Then after the Saturday night miracle (no, not the Lakers dominating the game for a win and lead in the series….but us finishing the sandwich), we forced down a few of the cookies and began to nod-off. I kinda jerked a little like you do when half asleep sometimes and opened my eyes. I saw that I had woken Sash up, and the ESPN post game show and interviews were concluding. It was almost 11:30, so we had both been out about a half hour or more.

Nika: “Sorry Sash, didn’t mean to wake you up buddy. Want me to carry you into your room?”

Sasha: “Naw, can I jus krash in here with you tonight Nika?”

Nika: “Yah, if you want to. I’m gonna dim the lights, and throw a couple more logs on the fire Sash, you need to pee before we go to sleep again?”

Sasha: “Naw, I went on my way in here.”

Nika: “OK, be right back.”

I made my way to the fireplace and stoked two more logs on, and dimmed the lights so just the fire threw off a background glow. Then I made my way to our bathroom as the fire began to come alive and snap and crackle. I went in to pee and washed my face clean of mayo, bacon grease, avocado, chocolate, and a milk mustache.

Then I made my way out to the balcony door and closed it, shutting out the moonlight that was prowling my room, and then back to my bed. I brushed the crumbs off the comforter, and took the paper towel off Sash’s chest as I wiped his mouth with a warm washcloth that I had brought in with me. I threw the milk in the little fridge that I keep filled with bottled water next to my bed, and then slipped under the covers beside my little hero. He opened his eyes and said, “thanks Nika, goodnight.”

I said “Goodnight Sash,” and leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

He threw his arms around my neck and gave me a big hug, before releasing me and drifting back to sleep. I laid back and pulled the covers up over both of us, and spooned up behind my bestest buddy and fell silent myself as I disappeared into never-neverland.

It was a beautiful slumber that was long, and long overdue…..and much needed. I slept like a baby, although I never did understand that saying, because babies always seem to be crying, and get their parents up four or five times a night on the average, but whatever.

I woke to some shaking that was jerking me around in my bed and must have been an earthquake. I thought quickly and decided the best course of action was to grab Sasha and head downstairs. Err, wait a minute, it may not be a earthquake after all, but another natural disaster called Jace and Sasha. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

Sasha: “Hey Nika, we were just watching Sportscenter and arguing over who’s better, Kobe or King James (referring to LeBron James of course). Then we got into a wrestling match and began bouncing around on the bed.”

Jace: “Yah Nika, sorry, we kept the volume down and didn’t mean to wake you.”

Nika: “No, its OK, what time is it?”

Sasha: “Around 10:15 or so, you slept pretty good. I got up `bout a half hour or 45 minutes ago when Jace came in.”

Nika: “Kool, is anyone else up? And what’s it like outside?”

Jace: “Umm, your sister was leaving with some of her friends when I was walking up the driveway, and your mom and dad left in the Jag. And it’s really bright and warm outside, that’s why Sash and I didn’t open your shutters over the door and window all the way.”

Nika: “Awesome, maybe we can get some wakeboarding in today.”

Jace: “Fer sure dude, it looks like the rain’s gone for awhile.”

Sasha: “Hey Nika, why don’t we just board in the rain anyway?”

Nika: “We used to Sasha, but mom and dad won’t let us take the boat out in the rain anymore.”

Sasha: “Why, were gonna get wet anyway in the water?”

Nika: “Cause the kid in May that was wake boarding over by Sand Harbor that got struck by lightning. And when we have these summer storms, it gets pretty choppy too. And it’s not easy loading or unloading the boat at the pier when the waves get that rough. Or cruising through that choppy water.”

Jace: “Well, you don’t need to worry bout that today, the water’s like glass.”

Sasha: “What a dork, why did he get hit by lightning anyway Nika? He ruined it for everyone.”

Nika: “Uhh, I don’t think he planned on it Sash, and I’m sure he’s more concerned about whether he recovers, then if we get to board during thunderstorms anymore.”

“Yah Nika,” Jace added, “I heard the fillings in his teeth got super-hot and cracked his teeth. And his arm and leg hair burnt off and his wetsuit melted on him.”

Sasha: “Really Jace?”

Nika: “Of course not Sasha. Jace, that’s one of the stupidest things I ever heard.”

Jace: “Well, it’s just what I heard.”

Nika: “Fuck, I gotta pee. Hey, did the Spurs win yesterday?”

Jace: “Yah, by like 15 or 20.”

I got outta bed, and made my way to the bathroom, but stopped by the balcony door and window to open them and the shutters up a little more. Letting the daylight flood the room. I stepped out on the balcony and looked over the lake. Jace was right, it already felt like 80 degrees and the lake looked beautiful and flat. The sun was on the other side of the house, and I stood in the shade and breathed in deep. It was a glorious day, and I couldn’t wait to attack it. I walked back in, and made my way to the toilet and let lose.

Ohh it feels good to pee in the morning after your wood goes down a little and you can finally evacuate your system of what you’ve been storing all night. I always felt bad for older people like my gramps who always complains when he’s over about having to get up a couple times during the night to pee. Fuck that, if I had’ta do that, I think I’d jus keep a Gatorade bottle next to my bed or something so I didn’t havta get up, but whatever.

I striped off my pj’s and grabbed a dry pair of my board shorts hanging over the shower and slipped them on. Then brushed my teeth and brushed my hair out a little. I could hear Sash and Jace arguing out on the bed and talking about Sportscenter and basketball. I had to laugh at some of the shit they came up with and talked about. Jace may be our age, but except for Tanner, he’s the biggest kid of all of us. And much more closer to Sasha’s age mentally and in maturity. I splashed some water on my face, and heard my cell going off in the bedroom, playing The White Strips I had set for my ring tone. “HEY PENCIL-DICK, GET THAT FOR ME.”

Sasha: “OK NIKA.”

Nika: “HAHA, WHAT A WUSS, YOU ANWSERED TO PENCIL-DICK.”

Sasha: “Hi, this is Nika, I wet the bed this morning and I’m in the bathroom changing my panties and shaving my legs, can you hold a minute?”

Nika: “AHH Sash you dick, who is it? Give me that dumb-ass!” I ran into the bedroom.

Sasha: “You said to answer it…PENCIL-DICK!”

Jace was laughing at us both, leaning back on the bed as I wrestled the phone from Sash’s hand and answered, “Hey, who’s this?”

Reiley: “What the fuck was that all about Nika? You wet the bed?”

Nika: “Oh, hey Reiley. No, of course not. That was just Sasha, what’s-up?”

Reiley: “Oh, nothing yet. Just kykin over at Blake’s with him and K.C. Whats goin on this morning?”

Nika: “Nothing much yet. I’m in my room with Sash and Jace. I jus woke up and changed into my shorts. Think I’m gonna take the boat out….you guys down for that?”

Reiley: “Oh fuck yah, sounds epic.”

Nika: “Kool, meet me at our pier in about 30, we’re gonna grab some breakfast first.”

Reiley: “Yah, OK…bout 11:00 OK?”

Nika: “Yah perfect, and tell Blake to bring his wetsuit, I don’t have one big enough to fit him and KC.”

Reiley: “K, later.”

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