Blake Hitchcock arrived at Stookie Barnswoggle’s apartment door to find that his old college roommate left it unlocked. He found Stookie in his usual position on the couch. Blake sat in the old armchair they salvaged on dump day their first year of college.
Stookie stared blankly at olympic coverage on TV.
“Someday I wanna be good a somethin’,” sighed Stookie.
“Why’re ya watchin’ olympics? You don’t even like sports.”
“I dunno. It’s different than the crap I usually watch.”
The crowd on TV erupted in cheers.
“What is this?”
“Hitch, man. It’s water polo. Duh,” said Stookie, sarcastically. “Can you believe people do this stuff, like, everyday. It’s a total trip.”
They watched the athletes beat each other up on the underwater cam.
“This is wild, man,” Stookie said under his breath.
“Maybe you should do somethin’ like this.”
“What? Water polo? Dude, I can’t even swim.”
“Nah, somethin’ else. Like, go out there an’ try stuff. Somethin’ you might like,” said Blake.
“I dunno. Stuff.”
Stookie jerked forward. “Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need to do stuff like this. I got other stuff. Like street smarts.”
“All that means is you know what street you live on,” said Blake, laughing. “If you work at it you can get street wise.”
Stookie rolled his eyes. “An’ what’s that?”
“You know how to find the street you live on,” Blake laughed.
“You’re a goof,” said Stookie.
“Yeah, but at least I’m good at somethin’.”
“Whatever, man,” said Stookie. He sat back and flipped through TV channels.
“Oh, hey, check this out.” Blake stood up and pulled out his wallet. “I started doin’ somethin’ else.”
“This oughta be good.”
Blake pulled out a small stack of gift cards. “I collect ‘em.”
“Do they have money on ‘em?”
“No. They’re empty, but the cards are cool, right?”
“Yeah. I started a couple a months ago. I started with Starbucks cards ‘cause they’re cool, but now I’m collecting Target cards. They got ones that are games and puzzles. The one I’m tryin’ to find is called the ‘Bullseye Flyer’. It’s a real glider and runway and even comes with a pilot’s license. It’s freakin’ awesome!”
Stookie watched Blake’s face light up with excitement. On TV were highlights of the gold medal fencing match. The winning fencer flung his mask in exhilaration.
Stookie scratched his belly and frowned. “I’ll work on being street wise.”