Post by Matthew Beckett on Jun 18, 2009 12:03:10 GMT -5
There was never a day Matty didn't love his egg rolls. They were the epitome of food, the greatest creation ever to come out of a microwaveable bag. They were just completely fucktastic, and that suited Matty fine. He just loved the way they crunched when you chewed them, or the way they lit up like sparklers of taste in your mouth. Nothing could beat a freaking awesome egg roll. Well maybe nothing except the large bowl of egg drop soup in front of him. Mmmm...
Matty loved soup. It was his second favorite food next to egg rolls and twinkies. Something about egg drop soup thrilled him to the core though. He could never get enough of it. Every time he entered a Chinese restaurant, he would order the same thing. Plate of egg rolls, egg drop soup, and a large heaping plate of lo mien. The people here knew him by face recognition he came here so much. As far as Matty knew, this was the only kosher Chinese resteraunt in the whole damn state. Maybe the whole country if he thought about it long enough.
Humming pleasantly through a mouthful of soup and noodles, he watched the sun sink into the ocean. When he had been little he had thought the sun would make a hissing noise when it sunk beneath the waves. His father had always laughed at him encouraging the silly belief. Matty remembered all the times his family would come to the beach and watch the sun sink beneath the waves. He would always be in his father's arms and as soon as the sun hit the water, his father would make a hissing noise in his son's ear. Matty had always grinned when his father had done that. Not because of the silliness of the whole situation, but because his father's beard was tickling his ear.
Matty wondered when those little jaunts to the beach had stopped. Had it been when he lit the principle's tie on fire in the fifth grade? Or had it been when he got the flu right after one of those trips? He thought about how sick he had been that time and how his mutti had wrung her hands with worry every time she saw him. He remembered asking why she was so nervous only to have medicine shoved down his throat. It had been so bitter he had coughed and sputtered for ten minutes. His mother had left his room by then, and the question had been forgotten. Still, now as he was thinking of it, he wondered why his mother had gotten so nervous. Maybe it was because he was her only child, or maybe it was because he had a dead uncle he wasn't supposed to know about.
Matty slurped his soup for a moment more, thinking. He was sitting at a table by the window in the nearly empty restaurant. The owners and a bunch of other workers hustled around to serve the few customers. Most of this place's usual diners were out partying tonight. Matty never understood the need to party when there was good food to be enjoyed. Maybe that was just his way of thinking, but he never understood the need to get pissed face drunk every night until school started. What was the point? Did they want to kill every last brain cell they possessed....this was going on the assumption they had brains.
Matty grinned around his noodles and swallowed thickly so he wouldn't choke. Now that would be an odd way to go! Choking to death on a pretty beach side resteraunt debating whether or not high school students had brains. He would be soo remembered after that. Humming gently and wiggling his toes, he picked up another forkful of noodles and shoved them into his mouth.
Matty loved soup. It was his second favorite food next to egg rolls and twinkies. Something about egg drop soup thrilled him to the core though. He could never get enough of it. Every time he entered a Chinese restaurant, he would order the same thing. Plate of egg rolls, egg drop soup, and a large heaping plate of lo mien. The people here knew him by face recognition he came here so much. As far as Matty knew, this was the only kosher Chinese resteraunt in the whole damn state. Maybe the whole country if he thought about it long enough.
Humming pleasantly through a mouthful of soup and noodles, he watched the sun sink into the ocean. When he had been little he had thought the sun would make a hissing noise when it sunk beneath the waves. His father had always laughed at him encouraging the silly belief. Matty remembered all the times his family would come to the beach and watch the sun sink beneath the waves. He would always be in his father's arms and as soon as the sun hit the water, his father would make a hissing noise in his son's ear. Matty had always grinned when his father had done that. Not because of the silliness of the whole situation, but because his father's beard was tickling his ear.
Matty wondered when those little jaunts to the beach had stopped. Had it been when he lit the principle's tie on fire in the fifth grade? Or had it been when he got the flu right after one of those trips? He thought about how sick he had been that time and how his mutti had wrung her hands with worry every time she saw him. He remembered asking why she was so nervous only to have medicine shoved down his throat. It had been so bitter he had coughed and sputtered for ten minutes. His mother had left his room by then, and the question had been forgotten. Still, now as he was thinking of it, he wondered why his mother had gotten so nervous. Maybe it was because he was her only child, or maybe it was because he had a dead uncle he wasn't supposed to know about.
Matty slurped his soup for a moment more, thinking. He was sitting at a table by the window in the nearly empty restaurant. The owners and a bunch of other workers hustled around to serve the few customers. Most of this place's usual diners were out partying tonight. Matty never understood the need to party when there was good food to be enjoyed. Maybe that was just his way of thinking, but he never understood the need to get pissed face drunk every night until school started. What was the point? Did they want to kill every last brain cell they possessed....this was going on the assumption they had brains.
Matty grinned around his noodles and swallowed thickly so he wouldn't choke. Now that would be an odd way to go! Choking to death on a pretty beach side resteraunt debating whether or not high school students had brains. He would be soo remembered after that. Humming gently and wiggling his toes, he picked up another forkful of noodles and shoved them into his mouth.
