Four-Part Story Intro

I didn’t give a title to this because… you know… it’s not done yet.

“We can’t keep going on like this. Let’s get a cab.”

“No. Quit complaining. We’ll be okay.”

Donny didn’t like a lot of things. He didn’t like walking in the cold for more than a minute. He didn’t like taking risks. This night was probably the last on his list of things he wanted to do.

“Man, I can’t fuckin’ believe you.”

“Let’s forget it, okay?”

Hah, forget it. Yeah, right. I definitely wasn’t going to forget it. My hope was that he eventually would, but after what happened, I highly doubt it. I didn’t plan any of it, that’s for sure.

I don’t think anyone would plan for their ex-girlfriend of one month to be at the same random bar on a random night. The odds were short, but apparently it was the night to bet on an upset. And the bigger upset was that she already had a new boy. Funny.

“I guarantee you that you’re not going to forget about it, which inevitably means I’m not going to forget about it.”


Okay, Donny. What would you have done exactly? What would Donny do?”

“Don’t put me into this. I probably would have left.”

“You probably would have left?”


“You probably would have left!?”

“Dude, it didn’t happen to me so who cares?”

“So you’re saying, what I should have done is leave. Don’t deal with it. Don’t even get a beer. After the first sight of her, we just take off. Go somewhere else. That’s what we should have done?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

“BUT, let’s forget what eventually happened. Forget about that. Was it obvious that we should have left before everything? Was it that obvious? Remember, I told you… ‘I’m not saying shit to her.’ That’s what I said when we first saw her. It wasn’t my fault. Things just happened.”

“Yeah, I mean, things always happen with you though, man.”

“Woah. You’re just laying bombs tonight. Donny, Donny. Things always happen to me. Okay. So be it. They always happen to me. What do you suggest I do?”

“Dude, you’re obviously pissed right now and it’s fucking cold out here. Let’s just get a cab and get some sleep. Why are we walking right now, anyway?”

“I don’t know, things always happen to me I guess?”

“Hah, come on.”

The temperature was reaching single digits at this point and we were underdressed to say the least. We didn’t plan on being outside at all tonight so neither of us brought a coat. Coats are just a pain when you go out to a bar with a lot of people. We both had long sleeves, but that didn’t really do much during northeast winters.

I didn’t care about the cold. I think my anger was still boiling to the point of keeping me warm, but Donny had a major issue. I didn’t feel like talking to him anymore, though.

Really, nothing was my fault tonight. Fuckin’ Jane. I couldn’t even believe it. Now that Donny was being a douche that made the night almost perfect.

“Dude! You’ve had gloves this whole time and didn’t give ‘em to me?”

“Why would I give them to you?”

“I don’t know, because uh, you’re the reason we’re out here in the first place.”

“All right killer. Let’s stop playing the blame game. I didn’t even know I had these gloves. Here, take ‘em. I grabbed ‘em off some chair when we got kicked out.”

“You grabbed ‘em off some chair? Haha. Great. Well, I’m not hating on that.”

“First thing all night.”

The cold was starting to get to me. Maybe we should grab a cab. I didn’t drink enough back at the bar. I’m surprised Donny was still out there with me. It was probably around midnight and Main Street was starting to pick up a little. The only people outside were the ones smoking or waiting in line for some shady club. We were the only ones dumb enough to be walking.

It was a crisp night and we were lucky the snow wasn’t supposed to come for another couple hours. The sidewalks were still a little slick from the last storm, but nothing we were going to kill ourselves on.

Without those gloves my poor circulation was starting to get the best of me, even with hands in my pockets. I cupped my hands to my mouth to try and keep them warm. Instead, I felt something crusty on my face. I tried to wipe away what was there and my fingers came back with frozen blood.


“Come on, man. Jane’s a bitch, you already knew that. And in the back of your head, you had to know she would hook up with some tool bag.”

“Well, I didn’t think it’d be a few weeks after we split. But that guy was more than a tool bag, all right. He was like a… tool shed. Man. Can’t believe her.”

“Whatever, forget that. Forget her. Hey, you want another drink?”

“Thought we were going back to the apartment to rest up?”

“Eh, rest? Come on. I’ve never been to this place. Let’s check it out.”

We’d been walking for about 20 minutes since we got kicked out of Harry’s. Whatever buzz I had was gone. At least the cold helped ice my jaw a little.


Poison. True Love. Magician.

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Everyone thought they were better than me. Everyone.

I was a nerd in fourth grade. Loved computers. Loved books. Loved magic. Hated sports. It was a bad combo.

Throw in a clunky pair of glasses, emo-looking hair, nylon pants, and I was the lead of half the jokes coming out of my school.

I hated jeans as a kid. I still hate jeans as an adult. Jeans are not a comfortable thing to wear so it makes perfect sense that I didn’t like them.

In elementary school you can do whatever you want with almost zero consequences. Wearing nylon pants every day of my life was one of the things I did. Another one was trying to be a magician.

We had a career assignment one week in class. I didn’t really know what I wanted to be when I grew up and looking back at it, why the HELL should we know what we wanted to be in life when we were only 10 years old?

People make too big of a deal trying to force kids to figure out what they want to be when they grow up, especially at a young age.

“This assignment SUCKS! I’ll fucking figure out what I want to be when I figure it out, and NOW is not the time!”

That is verbatim what I told my teacher way back in fourth grade. He didn’t really care what I had to say, though.

“Jack, do your assignment, or you’ll be in my class again next year.”

Teachers can do whatever they want in elementary and Mr. Jackass pulled that classic line on me. ‘Hey, if you don’t do this, I’ll flunk you.’

So simple. And no kid ever wants to repeat a grade. It’s the equivalent of moving, but worse.

After you’ve already made friends, to move back a grade, and then to be looked down upon by the kids that used to be your friends. It’s not great.

And so, I was forced to pick a career. I liked computers, but that was too complicated for me to actually get into in fourth grade. I liked books, but it wasn’t like I was going to become some kind of dumb writer. I liked magic and… yeah, that could work.

My interest in magic started with Hermione Granger. She was and is my dream girl. I thought I was in love. No, I definitely was in love, even before the movies came out.

Sure, Harry Potter is a cool kid and all, but the only one I cared about in that series was Hermione. She brought me into the world of magic. Like her, I was born a muggle and like her, I was going to become a great magician. We were meant to be and it only made sense that I did my report on becoming a magician for my career project.

In fourth grade, wanting to become a magician was not a cool thing so that only made things worse for me.

Once word got around that my dream in life was to become a magician, the ridicule was non-stop.

“Hey Magic boy, you going to curse me today?”

Some lame shit like that. Fourth graders weren’t really all that creative.

But there was one kid that took it a little too far. Teddy Matheson.

A lot of kids used their words to try and get my down, but Teddy, he was different. Someone must’ve hurt him as a child and it was his goal to hurt other people.

I was a small kid in fourth grade, under five feet tall and well, he was bigger in height and in girth. I truly had no shot. So when he blindsided me multiple times with a tree branch to my face, I couldn’t really do anything about.

“Hey, look at my wand! I am the greatest wizard alive!”

Yes, he was using a tree branch like a wand, but instead of waving it, he was smacking me in the face. And it was much bigger than a Harry Potter wand.

I didn’t like him so I decided one day to have a little fun. I asked him to be my partner for the magic presentation I was doing for my career project.

He was all about it for some reason.

“Hey Teddy, I need someone to assist me with my magician skit and I don’t really know who to ask.”

“Yeahhh, Magic boy, I’m in!”

Obviously it was a ploy by me, but he wasn’t the smartest kid.

My plan was to create a mixture in front of the class, a type of Harry Potter style potion. I told him it would be Felix Felicis, the potion known as ‘Liquid Luck.’

This wasn’t possible, so I threw a bunch of random stuff in a beaker to make a clear liquid.

Little did Teddy know I had access to some poison. Unfortunately for him, poison is not lucky at all.

The day of the presentation came and Teddy was actually excited, mainly because he really thought that I had this secret formula to create Liquid Luck. But alas, there was no luck to be had that day.

I whipped everything together in front of class while talking about my prospects of attending Hogwartz and my likely future with the one and only Hermione Granger. He downed the potion in one gulp. It was pretty easy.

Before the poison kicked in, Mr. Jackass decided to speak up.

“Clever presentation Jack, but uh, you know Hogwartz isn’t real. You cannot become the same type of magician that Harry Potter is. Life just doesn’t work that way. Do you know what I’m saying? This was supposed to be a real-life assignment. Not some fiction land based off of Harry Potter.”

“Right, right, but like I said, I don’t care about Harry. I am in love with Hermione and she used to be normal like you and I. I did this assignment for her…well, Teddy, how are you feeling?”

“Yeahhhh, I feel weird. I think it’s starting to kick in! This is great guys. He really is a magician!”

Teddy dropped to the floor, foaming white from the mouth.

“I’m sorry?”