...And the Kids: a Disorientation Guide for the College-Bound
By Kyle Bern
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Kyle Bern
Hailed as "the most promising writer of the Adderall generation" (John Fitzgerald "Kurt" Wilde, "The New Brunswick Literary Home Journal"), Kyle Bern is the author of countless works of short fiction, poetry, personal essay, and film/music/videogame/culture criticism, as well as the hit underground comix series "21st Century Rimjob." His debut novel, "...and the kids: A Disorientation Guide for the College-Bound," has garnered comparison to Bret Easton Ellis' "The Rules of Attraction" and been called "possibly the most urgent book by any young writer to emerge this century[....]it arrives covered in viscera, leaking blood everywhere" (Joseph "Wildcat" Kaczynski, "The Purple Reading Series Review"). Kyle studied writing under the tutelage of acclaimed poet Larry Fagin. He likes things and dislikes stuff. He dropped out of Eugene Lang College The New School For Liberal Arts. Kyle was born in 1990. He currently lives in New Jersey, where he sleeps, eats, watches movies, listens to music, reads, writes, and, when he's lucky, catches occasional glimpses of light.
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...And the Kids - Kyle Bern
...and the kids:
A Disorientation Guide for the College-Bound
by Kyle Bern
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, incidents, and dialogue are imaginary and are not intended to refer to any living persons.
Comfort me
Cover me
Deerhunter
1.
My leg is on fire.
This seems like it should hurt but it doesn’t, at least not now. Still, I know this situation is abnormal and I should do something about it, so I look away from the flames slowly creeping up the right leg of my jeans and say, Steve.
Steve is sitting at the kitchen table and staring at something and he’s been there forever but when I say his name he jumps up and rushes over to me saying, Shit.
Get the fuck down. Get on the floor,
Steve is saying, so I do that. I'm lying on the floor and Steve is stomping on my leg and even though my heart is racing, something’s inside me telling me that there is danger, I just can’t bring my conscious mind to recognize it.
Steve continues stomping on my leg and then he’s rolling me around on the floor and shouting for Brian to bring him a blanket, and suddenly the pain registers. My leg is searing and throbbing, from the flames or Steve’s feet I don’t know, but something inside is pushing and slamming itself against it so hard I start wailing, or maybe I’m giggling, I don’t really know the difference now. The pain in my leg is the focal point of existence, the only feeling that ever has or ever will matter, and even though I’m still screaming and gurgling incomprehensible things I’m oddly unafraid. All I can really think is, This would be a funny way to die. All I can really feel is the pain in my leg and it needs to come out some how, so it does in my garbled shouts. I guess I’m kind of hysterical.
By this point Brian has covered my leg with a blanket and I guess the flames are out because Steve is standing back, panting, saying Holy shit, over and over again. I’m still screaming and giggling though, saying Steve, Steve, and then I’m rolling around on the floor and I can’t stop laughing and screaming until Steve grabs me by the shoulders and says, Shut the fuck up, into my face, so I do and I hug him hard. He doesn’t resist, just lets me embrace him, and then he hugs me back.
Do not fucking use the stove when you are on heroin. Ever again.
Steve is staring into my eyes when he says this and he seems so serious that I nod, promising I never will. I look over to the stove where I was trying to boil milk for some reason, and the milk has green things in it (grass, I realize dimly) where it’s plastered against the stove and dripping down onto the floor. Steve walks over to the stove and turns the flame off.
You’re going to have to clean this up,
he says, and I nod again, but his words are meaningless to me. Again there is only this moment, past present and future converged into one. We’ve been in this kitchen forever, and we will be here forever. This fate of ours is absurd, yes, and somewhere there is a twang of amusement at it, almost regret, but I know instinctively and fully that any regret is pointless. This is the way things always have been, and there is no other way. It is as pointless to question it as it is to question the existence of the sun or the earth beneath our feet. I am sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, and I have always been here.
The right leg of my pants is blackened and frayed and there are holes in some places where charred skin is visible and I can feel where the hairs were burned off, but it looks cool as hell, a kind of battle scar, and it reminds me of what someone once said about how if you get blood on something its punk rock factor instantly goes up at least thirty percent, so I decide to keep the pants on when I go outside to smoke a cigarette. As I step out into the hall, I notice all the doors are closed, and voices are audible within some of the rooms, but right now this all carries negative significance so I simply float down the hall to the elevator. Time has started to break apart again and rather than the weighted fatality of everything each moment now seems completely meaningless, and this is exhilarating so when I press the down button for the elevator, waiting for the elevator to arrive, I pace the hall, jump up and touch the ceiling, giggle, feel my own momentum, play with the lighter in my pocket.
The elevator is here. I get inside and push the button for the lobby. I’m floating. The elevator stops on the sixth floor and some people get in and sneer at me. I’m sort of amazed by how completely this does not affect me. The elevator doors open. I’m walking through the lobby. People are staring at me. I pass the security guard. I push open the door to the vestibule and then the door that leads outside. Outside people are sitting on the stoop or standing around. Most of them are staring at me. I don’t care. I walk a little bit and then light a cigarette, spinning and staring at the sky.
I’m sick of this. I want something to happen, so I throw the cigarette away and go inside. I’ll probably smoke grass before bed. I wonder what tomorrow will be like.
I walk back inside and as I’m waiting for the elevator to go back up an R.A. walks up to me from I don’t know where. I smile at her; she doesn’t smile back. She’s looking at my pants. I guess I need to offer some explanation but I’m too dazed to think of anything so I just say, Hey, what’s up. The R.A. doesn’t say anything so I stare at the numbers going down: 7...6...5... I really want the elevator to get here. Suddenly the R.A. says, Are you okay? I look at her. The expression on her face is indiscernible.
Oh yeah, I’m fine. I just...did some stuff tonight,
I say, and giggle. She continues staring and I continue to be unable to read her expression and then she says, But you’re okay, right?
Oh yeah, I’m fine,
I repeat, and she nods. This conversation appears to be over and I am relieved. The elevator is here. I step inside and so does the R.A. She gets out on the seventh floor and tells me to have a good night. I smile and thank her. I really want to smoke some grass.
I get out on the eleventh floor and walk to my suite. Inside is empty and I guess everyone is asleep. I go