Cold Turkey [MATURE]

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"Rock?"

"Yeah, Dan?"

"I'm thinkin' of givin' it up." He took a quick swig of Coke, now gone lukewarm, and gasped as he swallowed. "Cold turkey."

"What? Why?" Rock was stunned.

"I'unno..." Dan threw up his arms tiredly. "I just get sick of it all."

"Sick of what?"

"You know. All the secrecy, all the hiding, all the covering of my tracks I have to do..." He allowed himself a little burp. "I just get tired of it."

"Well, I guess I can understand that," said Rock. "But I mean, stop completely? You can't just take a couple months break of something?"

Dan sighed. "Well... I guess you could also say I'm feelin' a little... pressure from outside, if ya know what I mean. Like, I wonder how everyone around me would react if they knew the things that I liked to do in my spare time. My parents, my friends, my classmates..."

"Aw, don't say that," Rock scoffed with a wave of his hand. "If it's something you enjoy doing, and it doesn't hurt anybody, then why give it up just because of what a couple of people on the outside might say?"

"Well, that's easy to say, and you might have a point in theory. But I'unno... I don't think I'd be able to handle all the pressure. People staring at me, calling me sick, calling me a freak, or god forbid a pedophile... My folks, worst of all."

Rock leaned closer to his friend. "Now I know your folks love you, man. They're not the kind of people to give you any trouble about something like that, I know that just by having met them. Hell, you should know even better than me, havin' been raised by 'em."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. They are a pretty cool bunch."

"'Sides, you and I both know that what we do has nothing to do with pedophilia. Nothing. Just explain to them that... that you enjoy feeling like a little kid, and wearing helps you achieve that. That's the truth anyway, right?"

"Yeah." Dan sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "Still, though..."

"Still, still, still. Still what, man?"

"I mean, there're practical reasons for quittin'. For one, I don't have to waste all that time and space hiding my stuff."

"Space? ...You're not gonna throw all your stuff away, are you?"

"Most likely. I mean, I wouldn't be going cold turkey if I didn't, would I?"

"I'd keep it," said Rock. "I've heard too many stories of people throwing away all their things and saying 'Yeah, this is it, this is gonna be the last of it, I'm never gonna do it again,' and then the very next week they relapse, and they have to buy all their stuff all over again."

"Hey. You're not sayin' that I'm gonna go back on my word, 100% sure, are ya?"

"No, no, not necessarily. I'm just sayin' that on the very, very slim chance that you do have a... failure of willpower, I don't wanna see you go through that whole song and dance too, is all."

"Well, I won't," said Dan decisively. "'Sides, if I keep all my stuff around, there's the chance that just lookin' at it'll tempt me. And I don't want that, no way."

Rock shrugged. "If that's what you think."

"Well, there are other reasons, too. Not just the hiding. It'll save me a lot of cleanup, too."

"Oh, yeah, I can understand that. Cleaning up after you're done is the hardest part."

"Yeah. And the smell is tough to control, too. Sometimes my folks'll be passing by my room, days after I've last done it, and they'll ask what's that smell and I'll have to desperately explain it away and... Well, you know, you've been there before."

"Damn right I have," Rock smirked. "Well, man, I mean, if that's what you wanna do, then that's what you wanna do. I certainly can't stop you. I just wish you the best of luck in quittin'."

Dan nodded with a smile. "Thanks."

There was silence in the room.

"Hey." Rock spoke up.

"Yeah, Rock?"

"How about we do it one more time? For old time's sake?"

"Now don't you try and pull one on me," said Dan, shaking his finger. "I said I'm gonna go cold turkey, and that's that. I can't be going cold turkey if I say 'just one more time,' 'cause then I'm gonna go 'just one more time' after that last one more time, and then BAM, I'll be into it full on, all over again."

"Oh, come on. Just once more," Rock pleaded. "I'll even put it on you, just like you've always wanted me to."

"I said n- ...Really?"

"Yeah," Rock nodded. "I'll take care of it all, don't worry. Just please, one more time?"

Dan sighed and shook his head. How could he deny his friend his one last plea? "...All right, fine. One more time. But that's IT, I swear to you. That's the LAST one."

"Awesome!" said Rock, bounding up off the sofa and heading for the kitchen. "I'll get the anesthetic and the knives, you pull the van up to the front." He snatched up a set of keys on the counter and tossed them to Dan.

Dan caught the flying keys with both hands. "The clown suits are in the back seat, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you cleaned them this time, right?"

"I'm not that dumb, dude," Rock sighed. "So, where ya wanna hit up? The park, or the bus stop in front of the daycare center?"

"Eh, it's already three o' clock," said Dan, glancing at his watch. "Let's hit the park, bound to be more kids."

"Sweet," said Rock, hurrying back into the living room with a black satchel under his arm. "I felt like doin' the park anyway. Kids there got good skin, from exercisin', playin' out in the sun."

"Yeah they do," Dan agreed. "Oh, and one more thing." He raised a finger to Rock.

"Yeah, Dan?"

"You promised that you'd put it on me this time. Remember that."

"Yeah," Rock nodded. "I remember." He put his hand up for a high-five.

"Sweet." Dan slapped his hand and turned for the front door, keys jingling in his hand. "Let's go."
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