“Why don’t you ever clean the dishes you lazy slob!?”
“I would if you didn’t jump to it straight away every time.”
Karl and Ebony had been arguing for the past half an hour. All of the little things that went wrong in their small household had seemed to build up. And now with the excess degree of refuge, the dam gates had begun to open up. It was a torrential flood of excess crap, all of these little sticks and stones that they had begun hurling back and forth at one another.
“Why are you always buying these things?” Karl held up a Justin Beiber CD, “The music’s not any good. It’s just mass manufactured crap. All you’re doing is wasting money, our money Eb, our money.”
Ebony crossed her arms and took a stance, “I happen to like that music. Now, you slob, why don’t you ever do the dishes?”
They had ammunition on both sides. Both Karl and Ebony had been holding in their problems, and over time the desire to itch that itch had built up and now they were having at it with one another. It was past midnight, at two in the morning. Either one did not bother to care about waking the neighbours.
“I’m going for a ride on my bike.” Karl had bought the motorcycle recently and it had taken a huge bite out of their savings.
“That bloody thing! That bloody thing is more expensive than any CD I’ve bought!”
Karl picked up his motorcycle helmet and made his way to the door of the apartment. “I’m going Eb…”
“I hope you die you freak!” Ebony shouted at her partner as he slammed the door behind him.
Karl got on the bike and began speeding down the roads. He was too angry to think straight, to think straight about these things, what he was doing and where he was going. He just had to get out of that house. Karl rode the curves of the road, hugging the bends and getting rid of his anger through riding the vehicle. He rode the bike like a sharp knife cutting cheese.
For the most part, at this time of night the roads were empty. There was the odd car making its way somewhere, but for the majority he was the only one on the road. Karl pulled the bike into a service station so that he could refill the tank.
Running a motorcycle was cheap. With the cost of ten dollars he once again had a full tank. He went to pay. The service station had closed its doors for the evening. The only way of entering the place was through a tiny drawer that opened up. Enough to accept and distribute small items through the drawer. There was glass Perspex so that he could see the service station attendant. There was already another woman waiting to be served at the window.
“Bloody bullshit this is! I’ve already been stabbed twice by meth-heads in setups like this.”
Karl looked the woman up and down, she had scabs on her face and was looking haggard. By the look of things she was one of those so-called meth-heads. Or at the very least, had been one. She processed her transaction and moved on.
“Bloody bullshit!” She called out as she moved on.
Karl paid for his petrol and bought himself a can of cola and a pack of cigarettes. He sat off, to the side of the road, smoking his cigarette and drinking his can of cola. Thinking about things, just thinking about things.
He knew that that woman was full of shit, the one who had made the claim that she had been stabbed twice, but so were most people. He resolved that if he were ever going to be happy, or at least find some level of contentment within himself. There would be a fair amount of bullshit that he would have to put up with. He finished his can of cola and resolved to settle things with his partner once he got home.
He rode his bike back to his home without any problems. There he found his partner, Ebony, sitting down on the couch crying. When he opened the door, she came up and hugged him. “I thought I was going to lose you,” Ebony explained, “You shouldn’t be riding at this time of night. You know how dangerous things can get. What if you got into an accident or something like that?”
Karl kissed Ebony’s forehead. Everything was right with the world. Everything was once more at peace.