“I think that you can… You’re smart enough, and you see what’s wrong with things. Why not go back to school and work on finishing up a degree?” Logan suggested. “Maybe that could give you the boost.”
“Too broke right now, and I’m in no position to get into further debt,” Antonio said. “In a nutshell, that’s the sum of it all.”
Antonio then shook his head and laughed.
“And you know what, most of my co-workers who drive already have their degrees, and it hasn’t done them any good,” he stated. “Why would I think I would be any different?”
“Well… for whatever it’s worth, if I ever make any money, I’ll have to buy a restaurant, and get you to manage it. You’d better, because I have a short fuse when it comes to stupidity, and I’m sure you encounter a lot of that among your co-workers. So what do you say about that?” Logan offered, the corners of his lips turning up into a grin.
“Okay… I could deal with that,” Antonio replied, nodding and grinning. “So you better double the number of clients that you take on, because I don’t know how much longer my sanity will last.”
Logan laughed. “That, my friend, is a very difficult proposition. If I take on even one more client, I’m afraid that my own sanity will crack.”
“Dilemmas, dilemmas,” Antonio sighed, as they sat in silence for a few moments.
“Well, after we finish up our sodas, what do you say to another neighborhood excursion?” Logan suggested. “Our walkabout cleared my head pretty good last night. And I want to take advantage of this weather, before it starts getting colder and rainier. They say a streak of bad weather is right around the corner.”
“Sounds fine to me,” Antonio agreed. He chuckled, “Who knows what we might get into?”
The two finished off their soft drinks while passively watching a few more music videos. When they were finally ready to go, Logan bagged up all of the garbage into the food bag. He carried it outside with him, and tossed it into a garbage can by his house as they set out for the night.
Once again, the night was fairly clear, mildly cool with perhaps only a slight increase in the amount of cloud cover. The night seemed to have its own glow about it, buoyed up by the illuminating power of the full moon.
“The first steps always feel so good, so free,” Logan opined as they reached the sidewalk. He looked down towards the right. “What do you say? Let’s take this direction tonight.”
With no argument from Antonio, the pair headed up the street. Reaching his arms out wide, Logan stretched out and turned about in a full circle. All throughout the movement, he kept his eyes squarely focused on the star-filled sky above.
Gradually, he oriented his focus back onto the path that they were taking. A broad, weightless smile was on his face, as his cares seemed to melt away.
They were striding up towards the crest of a small hill. He turned towards Antonio. “Remember what I was talking about last night?”
Antonio nodded, and his eyes took on a hint of hope. “Yes, and I thought about that a little today. I agree with you… I wish that something really miraculous would happen. Could it really, do you think?”
Logan’s eyes sparkled with the inner vision that he now held within him. The star-filled frontier of infinite space piqued his mind and imagination once again.
“What if? Just what if over the crest of that hill right ahead of us was an all new reality?” Logan asked his longtime friend, as a fire flared within him. “And your big adventure was really in the offing, something that would be more than anything than we have ever known before… Something that would enable us to show what we are really made of… Maybe a place where we could get in control of the rules, take charge of things, and set things to rights.”
“I could do with just a different adventure, even if it isn’t all that grand,” Antonio joked. “But you are right. That would be something else, and if it could be grand, I wouldn’t complain.”
“Well, let’s head for the top of the hill… who knows?” Logan said, picking up his pace a little.
Antonio had to spur himself forward to catch up with his suddenly inspired friend. The two walked quickly to the top of the hill.
They saw what they had seen so many times before, whenever they had walked up that sidewalk or driven their cars up the street.
A swathe of houses and the continuation of the road and its flanking sidewalks filled up their field of vision. Logan felt a little disappointment flash within him.
It was not that he expected to see anything else, but there was always that small, but potent, part of him that entertained the notion that the impossible was indeed possible. It was the brief glimmer of hope that maybe the very next horizon would reveal something altogether different and wonderful.
“Well, I guess we will have to climb the hill again on some other day, won’t we?” Antonio remarked with a grin.
Logan shrugged in resignation. “I guess so. But at least we can console ourselves that we are just falling back to the status quo. I guess that there is something to be grateful about in that. Things could be worse.”
“There is that,” Antonio concurred.
“As strange as it sounds, I still feel disappointed,” Logan said. His voice then brightened a little, as a more practical inspiration came to him. “But you know what?”
“What’s that?” Antonio asked.
“As random as this sounds, I have a sudden craving for a strawberry shake,” Logan announced.
“We just started the walk,” Antonio pointed out, “but if that’s what you want to do.”
“I’ll splurge and pay for yours,” Logan said. “Since I can’t make up my mind tonight.”
“Big spender,” joked Antonio.
The two turned about, and made the brief trek back down the slope of the hill to Logan’s house. Logan’s black sports car was resting in its familiar place in the driveway.
He got his keys out of his pocket, unlocked the driver’s side door, and pushed the button on it to open the lock on Antonio’s passenger side.
Antonio settled into the bucket seat on his side, as Logan got in, set the key and turned the ignition, and gunned the engine to thundering life.
“I just love the sound of that,” Logan remarked, sitting still for few moments as he listened to the steady, throaty rumble of his idling car.
Reaching down, he picked up his disc case and pulled out a release by a heavy rock act that was one of his favorites. Popping it in, he cranked up the stereo as the first drumbeats and guitar chords sounded, lowering his windows all the way down.
“Alright, let’s go!” Logan said, backing the car out of the driveway.
Once oriented on the street, the car lurched into motion, as if it had a life of its own. In Logan’s eyes, the car was a war horse. Behind the wheel, Logan often likened himself to a jousting knight, sitting proud and self-confident upon his very capable steed, a metal beast that could barely be reined in from exploding into a full-tilt, all-out charge.
They drove down to the end of the street and took a right, finally emerging out of the neighborhood as they turned onto one of the city’s main roads. They proceeded through more several lights as they drove towards the south end of town, amid a sporadic amount of traffic out at the later hour.
Finally, they turned right at a junction by the largest city mall. The road ahead of them ran adjacent to a large public park that contained a long and winding creek. The other side primarily consisted of an extensive swathe of undeveloped, open fields.
The road itself was barely visible just a short distance away, enveloped within a dense fog.
“Time to click on the brights,” Logan commented, as he flicked the lever that unleashed the car’s high beams.
“That looks really thick,” Antonio observed with a hint of curiosity, as they entered the fog’s outer edges.