In grade school Bicky is drawing pictures in his notebook during a inactive period of class. The teacher went out for a few minutes, probably to puff a smoke. Tina Smith was talking to Rocky Bader, a future jock with rich parents. She likes him because he is mean and aggressive. She is grinning and saying listen to this. I bet YOU don't know what it is!". She then made this long quavering gurgle sound that seemed to come from his nether regions. Like flexing muscles churning thick liquids. Bader just smiled like he knew whats up. Bicky was confused but he could tell Bader was as well.
A late summer party at a house He's never been to before. Bicky Howe was feeling pretty good. He was done drinking for the night, but his liver was saturated with the golden buzz. And the environment of the house provided a self renewing contact high from the stoned revelers. Bicky wandered room to room. Sometimes talking but mostly just listening to the sprinkles of conversation in the mellow later phase of this party.
He ended up on a comfy but tattered yellow/brown couch. A wooden coffee table in front filled with empty cups and beer bottles. The TV was on, but no one was paying it any attention. The picture too bright too white, like a overexposed picture. The party had been happening for hours and it was starting to wind down. Folks drifting off to they're cars and beyond. A pretty young Woman with shoulder length brown hair sat next to Bicky. They exchanged a warm smile. A sudden warm wave of love came over them. So often times in Bicky's life love comes sudden and wordless, a deep yet fleeting thing. He chatted with her about nothing either could remember of the next day. She ended up falling asleep leaning against his shoulder. A wonderful warm energy of life against his side. Bicky soon drifted off as well leaning against the wall, head slumped forwards like a sleeping sparrow.