WHOOPS!- Chris McCandless
The last thing I remembered was dying on a bus but I guess I didn't die? Where even am I? I'm suppose to be cold, starving and left out to die but instead, I'm in a warm bed! Huh how strange. "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP", a little black box screamed into my right ear. I open my eyes abruptly and I'm in a stranger's room. Before I could make sense of my situation, a grown woman bursts into my room.
"Turn off that damn thing already!", she said.
I didn't realize the alarm was still on and if I did I didn't know how to turn it off anyway. After a few seconds of staring at the lady, she got impatient, walked over, pressed a button on the box and the alarm turned off.
Before I could asked her anything she said: "Come on! Get ready, you promised me you would help me pick out a dress for Sam's wedding."
After she demanded me to go pick out a dress with her, she left. I got up, put on whatever clothes I could find and went to the bathroom. What I found in that bathroom mirror was horrifying. I look like I've aged 26 years! Nothing makes sense because it seems I've lost gaps of time in my mind. Maybe going to Alaska was just a dream. Well if that's the case, it means I haven't tried to prove to the world I can live off of nothing and that materialism is absolutely ridiculous, then I guess I can do that after I go pick out a dress or whatever. I packed a bag of bullets, one bag of rice, a book about plants, some clothes and the only gun I could find around the house (a small hand gun). I don't know this house but everything seemed like second nature to me. I knew where everything was but no way this was my house. There's too much useless stuff lying around in this place to be mine. But wherever this is, I won't be seeing it any time soon.
I stepped outside, the day was cloudy and the woman was waiting outside in a very flashy apple red car. I didn't understand why it cost so much for such an obnoxious object. But what do I care? Maybe after I go pick out a dress for Sam's wedding, she can drop me off somewhere north. I got opened the car door and got into the front seat. This lady had the AC cranked up very high, it felt like the Arctic in here. I don't really care about the cold because the cold never bothered me anyway but I wonder if she's aware about global warming.
The woman started to converse with me, "So Chris... what are you wearing to Sam's wedding? Please don't tell me you think tuxes are a waste of money and that there's no need to be so ostentatious at someone else's wedding."
How did she know that that was exactly what I was going to say? She must know me very well so I asked, "Who are you?"
She scoffed at me in disbelief: "Are you serious? I'm your sister, Carine. Don't tell me you were serious."
Wow, I should really go to the doctor's office. How could I not remember who my sister was? This is when it came to me. My sister was Carine and Sam... Sam is my brother!
"Sam's only ten years old. Is this a fake wedding?", I asked.
Carine looked very confused and said, "Uhm no? Sam is 36. You're 50 and I'm 47. You should really get your head checked out. You were always a strange person."
How did so much time pass? I'm 50? And I still haven't gone on my trip? I need to go immediately. I'm practically already an old man.
We got to a big shopping mall. I immediately wanted to leave but I didn't want to ditch my sister yet. I devised a plan in my head so that I can spend some time with her and get on with my trip as soon as possible.
We got to the section for formal dresses and all these girl things. I tried to pick out the cheapest things but all the dress prices ranged from 50 dollars to the sky's the limit. Which girl is dumb enough to spend this much money on a dress just to look nice? Well I guess my sister is. I picked out some random dresses that I found and handed them to my sister.
She smiled and said, "Wow Chris, you have good taste for once in your life. I'm going to the fitting room."
As soon as she disappeared into a dressing room, I ran outside and started asking people for ride to as far north as they were willing to take me. Most people looked me up and down at my dirty hair and smelly clothes and said no. One nice man did say that he would drive me to California. Of course I accepted, I needed to get as close to the wild as I could.
The man seemed nice enough. He was bald, rounded and had an old truck. He didn't seem like the conversation type, so I reached into my backpack to take out my plant book. I would really need to get familiar with these plants if I'm going to be eating them. As I was getting my book, my gun fell out of my bag and it thudded on the ground. The man saw what had fallen out of his bag and his eyes widened. He quickly pulled over to the side of the road, got out of the car and locked me inside. He started to talk into a thin rectangular box like object.
In two minutes, I heard the sirens coming. I didn't know what had happen or what was going to happen but there was nothing for me to do. What had I done wrong? I'm sure this is a misunderstanding. While the police officer was talking to the man, he kept glancing at me with dirty looks. After they finished talking, the police officer told the bald man to unlock the truck. The police officer immediately arrested me and had me pinned to the ground.
Not only did he tell me my Miranda rights, he also told me, "You scum. Where did you even get this weapon? You think that since you have no job, no life, no future you can try to rob and kill this nice man giving you a ride to wherever you want to go. You people are the worst kinds of people. Always asking for money and being too lazy to get a job. You disgust me, you hobo."
I was not homeless. I have a home and I woke up in my bed. Why would he think I wanted to rob or kill someone? All I wanted was to go into the wild lands of Alaska. I guess my trip will have to be postponed but I know everything will work out find because I'll just tell them everything. I was only going to use the handgun to shoot animals and it was the only gun I had. I'm sure everyone will understand my purpose of living off of almost nothing and my undying want to go into the wild. Right?
"Turn off that damn thing already!", she said.
I didn't realize the alarm was still on and if I did I didn't know how to turn it off anyway. After a few seconds of staring at the lady, she got impatient, walked over, pressed a button on the box and the alarm turned off.
Before I could asked her anything she said: "Come on! Get ready, you promised me you would help me pick out a dress for Sam's wedding."
After she demanded me to go pick out a dress with her, she left. I got up, put on whatever clothes I could find and went to the bathroom. What I found in that bathroom mirror was horrifying. I look like I've aged 26 years! Nothing makes sense because it seems I've lost gaps of time in my mind. Maybe going to Alaska was just a dream. Well if that's the case, it means I haven't tried to prove to the world I can live off of nothing and that materialism is absolutely ridiculous, then I guess I can do that after I go pick out a dress or whatever. I packed a bag of bullets, one bag of rice, a book about plants, some clothes and the only gun I could find around the house (a small hand gun). I don't know this house but everything seemed like second nature to me. I knew where everything was but no way this was my house. There's too much useless stuff lying around in this place to be mine. But wherever this is, I won't be seeing it any time soon.
I stepped outside, the day was cloudy and the woman was waiting outside in a very flashy apple red car. I didn't understand why it cost so much for such an obnoxious object. But what do I care? Maybe after I go pick out a dress for Sam's wedding, she can drop me off somewhere north. I got opened the car door and got into the front seat. This lady had the AC cranked up very high, it felt like the Arctic in here. I don't really care about the cold because the cold never bothered me anyway but I wonder if she's aware about global warming.
The woman started to converse with me, "So Chris... what are you wearing to Sam's wedding? Please don't tell me you think tuxes are a waste of money and that there's no need to be so ostentatious at someone else's wedding."
How did she know that that was exactly what I was going to say? She must know me very well so I asked, "Who are you?"
She scoffed at me in disbelief: "Are you serious? I'm your sister, Carine. Don't tell me you were serious."
Wow, I should really go to the doctor's office. How could I not remember who my sister was? This is when it came to me. My sister was Carine and Sam... Sam is my brother!
"Sam's only ten years old. Is this a fake wedding?", I asked.
Carine looked very confused and said, "Uhm no? Sam is 36. You're 50 and I'm 47. You should really get your head checked out. You were always a strange person."
How did so much time pass? I'm 50? And I still haven't gone on my trip? I need to go immediately. I'm practically already an old man.
We got to a big shopping mall. I immediately wanted to leave but I didn't want to ditch my sister yet. I devised a plan in my head so that I can spend some time with her and get on with my trip as soon as possible.
We got to the section for formal dresses and all these girl things. I tried to pick out the cheapest things but all the dress prices ranged from 50 dollars to the sky's the limit. Which girl is dumb enough to spend this much money on a dress just to look nice? Well I guess my sister is. I picked out some random dresses that I found and handed them to my sister.
She smiled and said, "Wow Chris, you have good taste for once in your life. I'm going to the fitting room."
As soon as she disappeared into a dressing room, I ran outside and started asking people for ride to as far north as they were willing to take me. Most people looked me up and down at my dirty hair and smelly clothes and said no. One nice man did say that he would drive me to California. Of course I accepted, I needed to get as close to the wild as I could.
The man seemed nice enough. He was bald, rounded and had an old truck. He didn't seem like the conversation type, so I reached into my backpack to take out my plant book. I would really need to get familiar with these plants if I'm going to be eating them. As I was getting my book, my gun fell out of my bag and it thudded on the ground. The man saw what had fallen out of his bag and his eyes widened. He quickly pulled over to the side of the road, got out of the car and locked me inside. He started to talk into a thin rectangular box like object.
In two minutes, I heard the sirens coming. I didn't know what had happen or what was going to happen but there was nothing for me to do. What had I done wrong? I'm sure this is a misunderstanding. While the police officer was talking to the man, he kept glancing at me with dirty looks. After they finished talking, the police officer told the bald man to unlock the truck. The police officer immediately arrested me and had me pinned to the ground.
Not only did he tell me my Miranda rights, he also told me, "You scum. Where did you even get this weapon? You think that since you have no job, no life, no future you can try to rob and kill this nice man giving you a ride to wherever you want to go. You people are the worst kinds of people. Always asking for money and being too lazy to get a job. You disgust me, you hobo."
I was not homeless. I have a home and I woke up in my bed. Why would he think I wanted to rob or kill someone? All I wanted was to go into the wild lands of Alaska. I guess my trip will have to be postponed but I know everything will work out find because I'll just tell them everything. I was only going to use the handgun to shoot animals and it was the only gun I had. I'm sure everyone will understand my purpose of living off of almost nothing and my undying want to go into the wild. Right?
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