Тонкое искусство пофигизма

           IhadbecomedistractedbyaprettyAsiangirlwholikedvideogames,whichtome,asateenagenerd,wasakintowinningthelottery.Shehadnointerestinme,butshewasfriendlyandhappytoletmetalk,soItalked.Afterafewbeers,Igatheredenoughcouragetoaskhertogouptothehousewithmetogetsomefood.Shesaidsure.

           Aswewalkedupthehill,webumpedintoJoshcomingdown.Iaskedhimifhewantedfood,buthedeclined.IaskedhimwhereIcouldfindhimlateron.Hesmiledandsaid,“Seekthetruthforyourself,andIwillmeetyouthere!”

           Inoddedandmadeaseriousface.“Okay,I’llseeyouthere,”Ireplied,asifeveryoneknewexactlywherethetruthwasandhowtogettoit.

           Joshlaughedandwalkeddownthehilltowardthecliff.Ilaughedandcontinuedupthehilltowardthehouse.

           Idon’trememberhowlongIwasinside.IjustrememberthatwhenthegirlandIcameoutagain,everyonewasgoneandthereweresirens.Thepoolwasempty.Peoplewererunningdownthehilltowardtheshorelinebelowthecliff.Therewereothersalreadydownbythewater.Icouldmakeoutacoupleguysswimmingaround.Itwasdarkandhardtosee.Themusicdronedon,butnobodylistened.

           Stillnotputtingtwo-and-twotogether,Ihurrieddowntotheshoreline,gnawingonmysandwich,curiousastowhateveryonewaslookingat.Halfwaydown,theprettyAsiangirlsaidtome,“Ithinksomethingterriblehashappened.”

           WhenIgottothebottomofthehill,IaskedsomeonewhereJoshwas.