Let it snow - PART 3 OF 4

It’s the most wonderful time of the year

Time passed. I didn’t know how much. One day it started snowing. The hunger and sleeplessness were overwhelming me and I was feeling sick. I didn’t know where I was going anymore. I simply kept walking so I wouldn't freeze and so the snow won’t cover me up completely. I had no idea where I was when I collapsed.

Sorry, this took so long, kid. I told Arty to stop buying loose green tea, but no that’s his favourite and blah blah blah. No wonder I get it confused with other loose green leaves that we have in this truck. Arty. Haha. He hates being called Arty but I still call him Arty all the time. Morgana named her cat Arty. The big dude got so pissed, but Momma Morgana never changed that cat’s name.

Damon, boy, to be totally honest with you I can teach you three things. To roll. To do cool tricks with knives and guns. And to sleep anywhere, anytime, and anyhow. I’ll never be the good example, but I’ll always be the cool brother figure. If you ever need anything, ask me. The big dude will say no, I’ll say yes and then calm down the protective giant. See his eye? I never remember what the hell happened to him, but I remember that I was in the prison’s infirmary cause I was feeling terribly sick from their crappy food and my giant just shows up with his eye, gouging out of its socket. He keeps saying that it got out by mistake, but I swear I have a memory of him telling me that he did that to see me after he heard I was sick. He would never admit to that, though. Haha. Took an eye out to see me. That’s stupid. Arty is stupid sometimes.

- Can I ask you something… Gyz?

OH, MY DRUGS! The kid can talk?! Sure, mate, ask me anything.

- Why did you, guys, end up in prison?

Oh… It was a huge pile of bullshit. Arteus doesn’t like to talk about this, so shut your mouth about it when he’s around. There was this kid. Kid, whatever, he was like 17 or something. And he did some shady stuff that got him killed. Now, this kid was apparently some sort of brother to Arteus. Basically, his dad played the field and got this random lady pregnant and then, because he can’t commit to anything, he left. Many years later, kid finds dad, dad doesn’t care, kid somehow finds Arteus and they kinda bond. He’s a nice guy like that, ready to give his heart out for anybody. So the boy gets killed. And who are the last people who saw him alive? Arty and I. So police start asking questions, they find guns in the house, one which coincidentally matched the murder weapon, and they say we’ve killed him. The jury wanted to blame Morgana too, so we pleaded guilty to save her. Now, here’s the fun part. Morgana does some research and figures out that The Gun wasn’t ours. It was a shitty, low-quality gun that Morgana would never keep in her house. Those unreliable ones that just go BOOM! in your hand and your brain’s everywhere. So Momma keeps on digging until she figures out who framed us. So, after one year behind the bars, she finds the real guy and ‘convinces’ him to turn himself in. She's a badass like that.

We’re out, he’s in, but our records are still dirty… That’s why we’re out here, selling drugs. When the system fails you, the anti-system lands a hand. I wanted to be a youth worker. Be there for teenagers who went through shit. Like I did. No kid deserves to be traumatized by idiot bullies and no kid deserves to be so traumatised that they become a bully. But all places I applied to were looking for someone with zero criminal convictions. And I’ve got a fake one for murder… Let me tell you my Christmas wish for 2020. I wish to make enough money to bribe those idiots to truthfully clean my record and get back to school. Damn it, boy. You got me emotional here. Are you alive enough to join us for our one hour Christmas celebration?

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