THE BLADDER OF JACKIE DANIELS
"I could really use a piss right now.”
“Again? But you just went, not ten minutes ago!”
“Aw, c’mon, man! You know I have a weak bladder. That was uncalled for.”
Seventeen-year-old Jackie Daniels and his best mate, Bluey, sat shivering in the
early evening moonlight, passing the bottle between them. They were waiting for
the security guard to finish up with his patrol of the recently closed down
amusement park. It’d been all over the news, the loud bang and suspicious fire that
had flared up suddenly, tearing through the Ghost Train attraction, gutting it, and
killing several people.
Bluey was a bit of a scallywag, but he hadn’t expected his stupid prank to cause
such devastation and gain such publicity. He and Jackie were always getting up to
some sort of mischief in their drunken revelling. Like the time Jackie had passed out
at the train station, pissing his jeans and throwing up all over himself, while Bluey
went along the platform, lighting all the garbage bins on fire. They were caught,
only because Bluey couldn’t wake his pal, and he refused to try picking him up
after messing himself so thoroughly. He was a fiercely loyal mate however, and didn’t
leave Jackie stranded to cop the blame for his shenanigans. There was minimal
harm done, and they were let off with a stern warning along with a phone call to
their parents to come pick them up.
This time, what was meant to be just a harmless scare tactic had
produced catastrophic results. The two boys were riding the Ghost Train, drunk as
usual, when Bluey thought it would be a good idea to jump out and hide in one of
the dark nooks with a pocketful of crazyjacks and a lighter.
“This is shit,” he had said. “Is this really supposed to be scary? Fuggit. I’m gunna
give ‘em a fright they won’t soon forget!” Before Jackie had a chance to say
anything, Bluey had vanished into the darkness, leaving Jackie to finish the ride on
his own. He sort of agreed with Bluey. This wasn’t really all that scary, but he
had jumped a few times, and very nearly wet his pants, when some mechanical spook
in tattered rags dropped from the ceiling, or when a screaming face sprung up from
the floor beside their little carriage. He knew it was all fake, just a silly ride in an
amusement park, but the goings on in the dark tunnel still managed to get his
heart racing. Not Bluey though. He was definitely the most daring of the two, and
almost always the instigator when it came to getting up to no good.
This story can be found in the recently released JEA anthology TRASHED. The link below will take you to Amazon where you can find out what other inebriated exploits the many other authors in this antho have to tell about.