The Ride

Authors note: Its just a lil excerpt from a story I'm working on, tell me if you like it and I have the rest of it if you guys like it :D 

                                       THE RIDE

                                                          By: mark Vaysfeld

"I use to be Superman" He said sprung out in the dark, gloomy corner of his small, boring looking apartment. His long black hair greasy and messy, his white button up shirt wrinkled and covered in different smudges from different substances that he had used. His jeans faded and ripped in the most inappropriate places and all together he smelled like a dog pissed on him and then died right on him and has been laying dead on him for weeks now.  It was sad to watch, no sad is not the word..scary...it was scary, because he was right, he USE to be superman no longer then a year ago and now, now he was anything but.

"People looked up to me man, I was like the fucking Shit! I had the money, the woman, the fame...and look it me now!" He said throwing his hands wide into the air as if to fully display his body, his voice was low and droopy. I shifted in the uncomfortable wooden stool. I positioned my yellow notepad on my other knee and fixed the grip on my pen both actions very unnecessary but I felt if I sat still something bad would happen. The one window the room provided was closed and I wished it wasn’t...just to let out a little bit of the horrible odor, the faded Los Angeles sunlight was dropping behind the Mountains and the sky was turning a light purple. I turned my attention back to the sad man laying in front of me

"So, Mr. Fieldman what happened?" I asked surprised at the dryness in my own throat. He looked up at me, as if I asked a bird why it flew. His eyes small and blood-shot red. He smiled a crooked smile at me revealing a row of unstable yellow teeth

"What happened? HA, I tell you what happened, too much fucking money, too much fucking time on my hands" He said loudly and bitterly. He shook his head in disgust "that’s one bad combination" he said, there was an awkward pause as I wrote that quote down in my notepad

"Look at you!" he shouted so sudden and loudly that it made me jump in my seat a little "writing away in your little notebook, my most embarrassing moment! Probably writting how pathetic I look in great detail now aren’t you! Your little magazine will make me look like the pathetic piece of shit that I am!" he said raging with anger and if he wasn’t 100 pounds and as threatening as a fly I would’ve been a little scared.

"Mr. Fieldman , you agreed to this interview if you...."

"Save me the bull-crap, go ahead do your little story on my" he said waving a hand at nonsense and looking away as an ashamed little boy when he gets caught for doing something wrong, I cleared my throat a little at unease

"So, tell me how did it all happen? How did you go from playing Jack Storm, Super Cop to um..." I paused for a minute trying to find the nice way of saying it, when I understood there was no nice way I just said it "to um...this" I said more quite. He stared at the Small four feet tv set that stood in the middle of his small apartment. He stared at it with a far away look...as if his soul was no longer here.

"July, 18^th 2005.....High Way to Pain scored number one in the box office and I was going be bigger then anything, so Louie was going have a party to celebrate...." his eyes glazed over me and a smile curved upwards on his face, it was so unusual for his face that the creases on his cheek bones ware as dark as night. "I remember it as if it was yesterday" he said

The sweet sound of Greenday filled the limo as it cruised down the sunset strip. Tony Braxter leaned against the expensive white leather of the seats, Wearing an even more expensive tuxedo, holding a glass of Fresh out the bottle whisky and a crooked smile on his black face he said to Toby Fieldman

"I knew you could do it kid, from the minute your broke ass stumbled into my office I knew you would be a star" He said with a cocky voice. Toby gave a shy smile. He had a fresh patch of beautiful shiny black hair with neat bangs covering his forehead, his baby blue eyes buzzed with excitement and humbleness. He had a nice black tuxedo with purple stuffings.

"Lets not get carried away Tony, Its only my first Real movie" Toby said turning his head and looking out the dark limo window. The Cool Night LA scene. Small night clubs with bright neon nights and all sorts of people filling out the sidewalks from the LA youth to man dressed in drag. Tony gave a loud laugh

"Number fucking ONE in the box office Toby! Okay, you an instant mega star" He took a sip from his drink and put the glass down next to the bottle itself "me and you...we going do great things Toby" he said with a pleased smile as the Limo took a soft turn on 8^th avenue and cruised away down a more quite street

"So, where are we going?" Toby asked looking around

"To the after party dogg, time to celebrate Boy!" Tony said slapping Toby on the shoulder a little too hard in Toby’s opinion which disappointed him to a degree, he spent five months working out for three hours and eating nothing but protein to buff up for his Role as Jack Storm in High Way to Pain. The Limo entered the 101 freeway and joined in with the fast pitch of traffic that consumed the road. Cars racing back and fourth half of the drivers drunk Toby was sure, Saturday night in Hollywood there was at least a couple hundred idiots out there about to make a mistake that would effect the rest of there lives...little did Toby know that tonight was going be one for him.

An hour later, they ware in the fanciest part of Beverly hills, a huge white stucco mansion on the top of the hills. A smooth paved driveway neatly decorated with fresh green bush’s that ware supplied with a bight light from underneath them, the path curved all the way to the front of the mansion. Where everyone had already found a place to park a car. Most your limos, some expensive, exotic beauty’s like Jaguars and fast-looking corvettes. Toby saw people already chatting in the front of the house, most ware actors, producers, directors. A few ware Paprazzii reporters dying to catch a scandal.

"Whose pad is this anyway?" Toby asked opening the door

"MC madd dogg" Tony said with a dullness in his voice as he opened his door. The cool Night breeze grasped Toby’s face with a mother delegate touch. The dark night sky was lit up by a million stars and it has so far been the best night of Toby’s life and he knew deep inside himself it was yet to get better. He smiled and with confidence moved towards the party. Inside, Toby could barley walk, a house that is big enough to shelter all of Downtown, LA and it was packed from wall to wall. Loud rap music was playing in the background, Toby figured it was on of Madd Dogg’s records. He pushed his way through many shoulders and bodies until he approached the bar in the left side corner of the pad. The bartender...a young sassy wanna-be playmate dressed in a skirt the size of Madd Doggs bandana. And a leather black tube-top

"Give me a barcadia dark blue please sweetheart" Toby said with a pleased smile checking the waitress over, she gave him a flirty smile

          "one barcadia...EXTRA dark for you mr. Fieldman" she said her voice smooth and sexy as she turned away to pour his drink and toby started to unwind a little bit..what was going happen next no one saw coming...