{"id":8622,"date":"2022-10-31T19:20:12","date_gmt":"2022-11-01T01:20:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=8622"},"modified":"2022-11-02T19:27:33","modified_gmt":"2022-11-03T01:27:33","slug":"skulliosis","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=8622","title":{"rendered":"Skulliosis"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Ryan Warrick<\/strong><\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

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On skulliosis day, we found out that Sasha had skulliosis. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Classic fucking Sasha! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

About an hour before lunch period, Miss Beverly lined us up outside this one weird door near the back of the Jameson Academy gym and said that we were all getting checked for skulliosis. \u201cJust a good clean check,\u201d she said. \u201cBecause you don\u2019t want to find out when it\u2019s too late.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nelson, who was standing right behind me in line, put his chin on my shoulder and whispered, \u201cballs.\u201d He was totally right. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Miss Beverly paced up and down the line watching over us as she explained the rules of getting checked for skulliosis. \u201cNo fidgeting!\u201d she said. And then this one nitwit doctor lady\u2014or whoever she was, and whoever she was she sure did have a whole lot of moles on her face\u2014she took us one at a time through that weird door. During the short intervals when the door was held open to release the previous victim and capture another of us to probe to her heart\u2019s content, you could see that the inside was a little white room with sterile white tile and a single chrome stool in the middle. A skulliosis stool,obviously. The second you got a good look, she\u2019d slam the weird door shut fast. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBalls,\u201d Nelson said again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything felt like everybody was somehow half naked and about to be all alone, like waiting in line for a waterslide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A single skulliosis exam lasted for as long as it takes to start suspecting that the kid currently inside was infected. Poor Kenny Guava who never went anywhere without his Naruto headband. Poor Robby Cain who was always so sleepy all the time and it just made you want to tell him that he better learn to tighten up, bucko. Poor Lyle Letterman who would still sometimes pee at the urinal with his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles, even though it had been abundantly clear to all of us for quite some time that the correct method is to only unbutton and untuck, never pull all the way down to the ankles, that illiterate nitwit Lyle. But so just when you thought that they were for sure doomed, that they wouldn\u2019t be sticking around much longer due to skulliosis, they\u2019d come out sucking on a lollipop and smiling as smug as they could muster. Me and Nelson\u2014we quietly thought to ourselves that at least one or two of these nitwits deserves to take a spill on the blacktop later for hogging all the non–<\/strong>skulliosis–<\/strong>having luck. Because, statistically speaking, if these nitwits got clean bill after clean bill then that meant it\u2019d be a whole hell of a lot less likely for Sasha, Nelson, and Yours Truly to get to stick around. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me and Nelson really needed Sasha to stick around. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Sasha was much closer to the head of the line than we were. When it was his turn, I remember watching the heavily mole–<\/strong>faced doctor lady step out of the room and receive him with much grace and a tender, sure hand. But once he\u2019d gone in, she had him for like way too long. Finally she came out of the room but did so completely alone, utterly Sashaless, and gave Miss Beverly a single solemn nod. Then she jetted away from the gym and around the corner without even looking at any of us still waiting in line. Her high–<\/strong>heeled gait gave off this like super serious air, and she had an expression on her face that seemed to say, \u201cDo not look at me. I have just found out something very bad. I am so full of anxiety that my thoughts are literally buzzing right before my eyes. I am blinded by bad news. It is my sole duty to notify an official of this really awful thing and I simply just do not have the time to expend any attention elsewhere until the notification has been delivered. I do not care if you are confused and scared. This is serious and it is too late.\u201d We all knew. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHelp!\u201d Sasha said, peeking out at us from behind the weird door slightly ajar. \u201cThere\u2019s something wrong with my skull!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Miss Beverly\u2014whose face was also sufficiently moled, now that I think about it\u2014walked fast in Sasha\u2019s direction and said, \u201cahp!\u201d Sasha went as white as a hypochondriac\u2019s over-bleached sheets and quickly retreated back into the skulliosis room. The door made a ka-click noise that made everything seem like he was never coming out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBalls!\u201d Nelson said. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so here was the fucking problem with that shit dealio: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We needed Sasha to stick around because, well, me and Nelson\u2026 We needed Sasha\u2019s turban. Did I mention Sasha always wore a turban? Well, Sasha always wore a turban. He was a turban guy I guess. I don\u2019t know. But we needed it,okay? We needed it by lunch that same day, in like thirty short minutes. But then that day turned out to be skulliosis day,and Sasha was in there and it was too late. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

You see, me and Nelson, we\u2019d fallen in on a promise we thought we could deliver up until Sasha went in there. Little bit of back story: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me and Nelson were sort of way too cool for our peers to, like, get. Instead of eating and playing b-ball with everybody down on the blacktop during lunch, we always opted for the outskirts up near the fence that separated Jameson Academy from the thick California orange groves that surrounded it. Nobody ever went up there, not even the security guards who were supposed to be keeping an eye on all of us. You could go up there and smoke your first cigarette naked if you wanted to and nobody would ever notice, but that kind of stuff wasn\u2019t really our thing, me and Nelson. We liked to light leaves on fire and catch lizards. In fact, and now get this, we were so good at catching lizards that eventually we decided we needed to find a way to make a memory of each one, like a trophy, so that\u2019s when Nelson started pulling off their tails and keeping them in his pencil box like a little treasure chest for remembering battles fought and won. And eventually we took it a step further when we\u2019d catch a bunch of lizards and pull off their tails and set them free, and then we\u2019d put the tails in the pencil box with some dry leaves and light it all on fire. The lizard tails would flop and leap through the smoldering leaves, catching singes on their scaly edges and they\u2019d curl and coil like little snakes in a forest fire. We wanted the lizards all for ourselves, to preserve a healthy population for heartier hunts every time, and that\u2019s why we decided to keep the lizard tail pencil box up by our spot at the fence, out of classrooms and off our tongues\u2014you know, like a secret. It was something the rest of the kids down on the blacktop would never have. The leaves and the lizards were ours<\/em>. We\u2019d sit over the smoking pencil box and shoot the breeze, just me and Nelson, and we found out that we had a lot in common in terms of family life. Nelson was a really cool dude and we had some good clean safe fun burning leaves and lizard tails and watching their ashes drift up into the wind and across the sky. The other kids would\u2019ve never understood. They were nitwits. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

All of this is to say that, the day before skulliosis day, me and Nelson were up at the fence with our leaves and lizards when out of nowhere this much older kid with stringy hair and a beard and tattered jeans\u2014and who smelled really bad like a dirty dog and eggs or something, and you could smell it from quite a ways away\u2014well this older kid walked out of the orange groves and got as close to us as the school\u2019s fence would let him. He put his hands through the chain link like he was waiting for his turn to bat, and that\u2019s when he asked us if we wanted to make a deal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cListen guys,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019ve got a pretty sweet fort back here in these trees. Me and my friends built it. I\u2019ll get you out of here and show you where it is if you do just one thing for me. You\u2019ll be honorary members.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me and Nelson\u2014we fucking loved forts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI just need you to get me that <\/em>kid\u2019s hat,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The older kid sprung one finger through the fence and pointed it down toward the blacktop where all the other kids were running around annoyingly smiley–<\/strong>faced and eating lunch together and playing b-ball. And there in the center of it all was Sasha, standing still and straight as a flagpole in the middle of a b-ball court just sort of staring off into nothing,one pinky securely nostrilled. I remember thinking in that moment that his turban looked really great on him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSasha\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy do you need it?\u201d Nelson said. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGuys, guys. Your friend, Sasha? Sasha. That\u2019s not his hat. That\u2019s my<\/em> hat. It\u2019s a special, magic hat, and Sasha is using it without my permission. So, tomorrow, get me my hat, bring it back to me, and you can consider yourselves both honorary members of my club. See the fort.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It goes without saying that me and Nelson really wanted to see that fort. So we planned to steal back Sasha\u2019s turban the next day during lunch and then we\u2019d bring it back up to the older kid and we\u2019d be honorary members just like that. We were going to corner Sasha and tell him what was what. You know what I\u2019m talking about? A sorry<\/em>,<\/em> Sasha<\/em>,<\/em> but business<\/em><\/em>is just business<\/em> kind of speech. And then Nelson\u2014who was always fairly agile and chimp–<\/strong>like\u2014was going to jump on Sasha\u2019s back and push his neck down to make him bow and I would unravel it clean off his head. Just business<\/em>,<\/em> Sasha<\/em>,<\/em> we were going to say. Really sorry<\/em>,<\/em> Sash<\/em>, we\u2019d say, so that he\u2019d get it wasn\u2019t personal and that the world is just that kind of doggy dog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut if you don\u2019t get me my hat,\u201d said the older kid. \u201cThen I\u2019ll come looking for your houses in the nighttime, guys. I\u2019ll find you both and Sasha too. Got dads? Doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019ll beat your dads blue in the moonlight. I\u2019ll give them a quick handy J \u2018round back dead or alive, okay? You won\u2019t see the fort.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Nelson said, scrunching his eyes at the older kid, the kind of eye scrunch that looks worried and confused but could also maybe just be a squint in the sun. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBring the hat, see the fort.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is why we really needed Sasha to stick around. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then the next day turned out to be skulliosis day and Sasha turned out to be infected with a bad skull from all the skulliosis, and that\u2019s when Nelson said balls. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Everything was starting to make a lot of sense. Me and Nelson were such nitwits not to see it from the get. It was so obvious that Sasha had known about his skulliosis for who knows how long and somehow he\u2019d stolen the older kid\u2019s special turban to hide his bad skull. Sasha had worn that turban for as long as we could remember; the crime was deep, a long game. It was classic Sasha. But, despite his efforts, it hadn\u2019t worked. They\u2019d trapped him fair and square. They got him. As far as we could tell, they\u2019d discovered his skulliosis anyways, magic turban or not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I was glad that Sasha had been brought to justice, but there was just one big problem. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are we going to do now?\u201d Nelson said. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, there was nothing we could do, sweet Nelson, I\u2019d said. Sasha was in there. It was too late. We were finished,done, dead, doomed. Only thing me and Nelson could do was stand around in the skulliosis line and try to forget about ever getting to see that fort, about ever being honorary members. We started to feel more trapped than Sasha was. All hope went up into the air like the ashes of leaves and lizard tails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then, out of nowhere, Nelson asked the question that changed everything: What did I think was under Sasha\u2019s turban? Like, what exactly is<\/em> Sasha\u2019s skulliosis, he\u2019d asked. So we played pretend and imagined what we would find under his turban if we\u2019d actually had the chance to make him bow and rip it off and expose his skulliosis naked in front of God and everybody else. Nelson said we\u2019d find an infected third eye. I said we\u2019d find his deceased conjoined twin\u2019s skull embedded in his. Nelson said we\u2019d find a knife. I said we\u2019d only find Sasha\u2019s head, but Sasha\u2019s head without any ears. Nelson said we\u2019d find some magic beans. I said we\u2019d find the beating heart of Jesus Christ. Nelson said that if it was truly a special magic hat, then maybe Sasha\u2019s turban was hiding a key to a new world, like maybe we\u2019d find a connection to a whole other dimension under there, a portal to a better planet, a link to the multiverse and every timeline that exists, an electrical shock wave that leads straight to the center of a place nobody wants us to enter. Nelson said that maybe Sasha stole the older kid\u2019s magic turban because it was the only thing in the whole world that could contain his inter–<\/strong>dimensional universe–<\/strong>jumping condition. Nelson said that, without the turban, maybe Sasha\u2019s head would just like suddenly explode. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s when it zapped me straight in the goshdamn face: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What if Sasha doesn\u2019t even have this \u201cskulliosis\u201d? . . . What if when they took Sasha into that weird little room and unraveled his turban, they like, you know, found something? . . . What if \u201cskulliosis\u201d was some kind of excuse?\u2014a way to scare us . . . What if they found something they don\u2019t want the rest of us to know about? . . . What if, for Sasha, it wasn\u2019t actually too late? . . . What if, under that magic hat, Miss Beverly and the mole–<\/strong>faced doctor lady had found a weapon<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHoly fucking shit,\u201d Nelson whispered. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey!\u201d It was Sasha again, peeking. \u201cThere\u2019s something wrong with my skull!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By this time he had tears in his eyes. He looked the way your puppy does right before your mom takes him to the cleaners. The line hadn\u2019t moved in quite a while and the mole–<\/strong>faced doctor lady still hadn\u2019t come back. There probably wasn\u2019t much time left. He\u2019d been in there for a while and she could have returned at any second. I made eye contact with him. I mouthed, Don<\/em>\u2019<\/em>t worry<\/em>,<\/em> Sash<\/em>,<\/em> we got you<\/em>. He squinted at me like a squint in the sun. Sasha had an inter-dimensional portal under his turban and everybody wanted it for themselves. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSasha!\u201d Miss Beverly said, walking in his direction again. \u201cAhp! Ahp! Ahp!\u201d Then Miss Beverly turned to all of usin line and said, \u201cI\u2019m going to find Mrs. Johnston,\u201d meaning the mole-faced doctor lady. \u201cEverybody sit still and be quiet and I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This nitwit Miss Beverly thought she had us\u2014had Sasha\u2014but she sure as shit didn\u2019t. And so the second she was gone, I nodded to Nelson. Let<\/em>\u2019<\/em>s do this. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We got out of line. We walked straight up to the skulliosis room\u2019s weird door and knocked. \u201cHelp!\u201d Sasha said, his voice muffled. He said he was locked in from the outside now. He said he didn\u2019t understand. He said he thought he wouldn\u2019t be sticking around much longer. He said there might be something wrong with his skull.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat is your<\/em> hat, Sash.\u201d I said. . <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNobody is going to take it from you,\u201d Nelson said. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re here, Sash.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Sasha said. He couldn\u2019t believe our kindness<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me and Nelson positioned ourselves on either side of the weird door. We stood there strong, looking all of the other kids in line dead in the eye. They asked us what was wrong, what we were doing. We told them not to worry and that everything was going to be okay. Me and Nelson were like the King\u2019s guard. Sasha<\/em>\u2019<\/em>s<\/em> guard. Sasha and his turban were not to be taken advantage of. We didn\u2019t care what Miss Beverly or the mole-faced doctor lady or even what the older kid from the orange grove thought or said or did about any of it. Sasha was special cargo, the kid with the magic hat and the portal in his head. Our dude, our way out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Sasha said. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not scared of Miss Beverly, Sash. We\u2019re not scared of the older kid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat? What?\u201d he kept saying. He was blown away. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNobody is going to steal your hat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not scared anymore, Sash.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In that moment, we truly weren\u2019t scared of anything. Nothing could stop us. No nitwits of any threatening degree would be beating us or anybody else blue in the moonlight. We were sick of leaves and lizards, of forts we\u2019d never see and honorary members we\u2019d never be, and we weren\u2019t scared. We\u2019d risk it all for Sash; me and Nelson had nothing to lose. We didn\u2019t even have dads. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What? <\/p>\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

RYAN WARRICK <\/strong>likes to hide notes for strangers in unexpected places and wonders why nature has pretty much decided against blonde raccoons. In 2017 he earned a BA in English Literature and eventually went on to pursue an MA in English Composition. When he\u2019s not out there trying to spot a blonde raccoon, he is either writing web copy for the tech company he works for or writing fiction for friends, family, and strangers. <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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