Another round for El.

El is sometimes happy, the kind that laughs at your jokes and howls on occasion to show his contentment. He enjoys hip hop music and movies, has had his ups and downs during his 20 some odd years around here, and there, and everywhere.

Sometimes El is sad. El is lonely. El is unhappy and El is envious. He is feeling this way lately because J has a new girlfriend. It’s only been four days, but they seem to be very much infatuated with each other. All the time once spent wrestling has now gone to someone else. El is sad. El is lonely. El is unhappy and El is envious. El has a funny way of showing it.

He puts on earrings, silver hoops, the very kind J wears. He knocks on their door to show them.

“Look at how big they are,” Says J, “you’re lookin funky, go tweak that afro.”
The door shuts behind them. Soon after, another knock at their door. El attempts to joke around, he takes objects from the kitchen table and throws them at J. He stops upon grabbing his beer bottle, one of two. He sees the door shut.

“EY!! Do jou like 50 cen?” He yells, he knocks, he yells.
They come into the living room to listen.
“You really like 50 cent eh?”
“Yah, theys good.”
“We’re going to bed now El, see you later.”

El turns up the volume, the bass shakes the floor.
“Keep it down El” I said.
“I have nobody.” was his reply. The music gets louder.