Memories are an interesting venture. They are something you can reflect on, to relive the good as well as the bad things in your life. The memories can also be deceptive. You might remember a long ago event that happened completely different from how you remember it.
My friend Michael and I were bored at home one day. He and I had been longing to make videos online for a while, we just never had a clear direction of what we wanted to write. Mike wanted to do something like playing video games while I wanted to do more daring things and catch them on camera for views. Either way we both had one thing in mind, becoming viral internet stars.
He approached my fridge to grab a snack. He sniffed my gallon of milk and judging by the look on his face, it had gone sour. He then paused and turned to me. "David, I know what we should do for a video!"
I shook my head. "Dude, please don't tell me it involves spoiled milk." He nodded in response. "Fine." I said.
I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera app. I switched it to video and started recording my intro. "Hello guys and gals, we're the Goblin Brothers and today we're going to try something so gross you may want to turn away." I hoped my improvisation was paying off.
I turned my camera to Mike. "Hey guys, I've heard that even if milk spoils it can't actually hurt you if you drink it," he said. "I'm going to see for myself what it tastes like." He tilted his head back with the top of the jug pressed to his lips. As he tilted his head back, I could see little chunks falling off the sides of the jug. He tilted his head back forward and started chewing.
"Dude, how was it?" I asked, not showing myself on tape.
"It was the worst experience of my life." He replied, his face starting to turn pale. He ran to the bathroom, lurching forward as if gagging. I followed him to the bathroom with the camera because I didn't want to miss out on any of the action.
He shut the bathroom door before I had a chance to record him hunched over the seat. I could hear from the other side of the door the sound of him throwing up and chunks spilling out and into the toilet. I asked him if he was okay. A few minutes of him puking later, I put the camera away.
"Dude, I don't think we should have tried that." I said. Just after I finished talking, he stopped throwing up and made his way over to the door. I started my camera back up and hit record just before the door swung open to reveal a Mike with blood all around his mouth, his eyes swollen red and barely opened. "I don't feel so good."
I lead him slowly to my car and got him safely into the passenger seat. I sat the camera on the dashboard so that it faced us. I got in on my side of the car and headed out after adjusting the camera so that we were perfectly centered. I didn't want to miss a moment just in case something else happens. I felt bad using this for views, but if I didn't record the entire experience this entire venture would have been for nothing.
When we got to the hospital, I had my camera on one hand, tilted to where it was hidden but could still catch some of the action. On my other side I had my friend's arm draped over my shoulder, my arm wrapped around him, carrying him into the hospital. I checked him in and the lady at the desk pointed me toward the waiting room.
After about thirty minutes had passed and I had my camera turned completely off, I couldn't help but worry about him. I don't know why he reacted that way. I was nearly brought to tears as I wished we could take back the events of today.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and spun around. It was a nurse.
"Sir, is there something we can help you with?" he asked. He had a mask over his face and a tablet in his hands.
"No, I'm just waiting to see my friend. He was coughing up blood after drinking milk." I didn't want to fill him in on all the details. I knew he'd judge us for it.
"What's his name?" he asked, looking at his tablet.
I gave him Mike's name and he scrolled slowly through the tablet. After what felt like an eternity he got back to me. "I'm sorry sir, but there appears to be no record of this Michael."
"What do you mean? I came in with him!"
"No, you came in alone. That's why I came over here, to see if you were okay."
"No, he was with me I swear!" I grabbed my phone and opened the videos we filmed. But something was off. I was the only person in the videos, I was talking to what seemed like an imaginary friend.
My friend Michael and I were bored at home one day. He and I had been longing to make videos online for a while, we just never had a clear direction of what we wanted to write. Mike wanted to do something like playing video games while I wanted to do more daring things and catch them on camera for views. Either way we both had one thing in mind, becoming viral internet stars.
He approached my fridge to grab a snack. He sniffed my gallon of milk and judging by the look on his face, it had gone sour. He then paused and turned to me. "David, I know what we should do for a video!"
I shook my head. "Dude, please don't tell me it involves spoiled milk." He nodded in response. "Fine." I said.
I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera app. I switched it to video and started recording my intro. "Hello guys and gals, we're the Goblin Brothers and today we're going to try something so gross you may want to turn away." I hoped my improvisation was paying off.
I turned my camera to Mike. "Hey guys, I've heard that even if milk spoils it can't actually hurt you if you drink it," he said. "I'm going to see for myself what it tastes like." He tilted his head back with the top of the jug pressed to his lips. As he tilted his head back, I could see little chunks falling off the sides of the jug. He tilted his head back forward and started chewing.
"Dude, how was it?" I asked, not showing myself on tape.
"It was the worst experience of my life." He replied, his face starting to turn pale. He ran to the bathroom, lurching forward as if gagging. I followed him to the bathroom with the camera because I didn't want to miss out on any of the action.
He shut the bathroom door before I had a chance to record him hunched over the seat. I could hear from the other side of the door the sound of him throwing up and chunks spilling out and into the toilet. I asked him if he was okay. A few minutes of him puking later, I put the camera away.
"Dude, I don't think we should have tried that." I said. Just after I finished talking, he stopped throwing up and made his way over to the door. I started my camera back up and hit record just before the door swung open to reveal a Mike with blood all around his mouth, his eyes swollen red and barely opened. "I don't feel so good."
I lead him slowly to my car and got him safely into the passenger seat. I sat the camera on the dashboard so that it faced us. I got in on my side of the car and headed out after adjusting the camera so that we were perfectly centered. I didn't want to miss a moment just in case something else happens. I felt bad using this for views, but if I didn't record the entire experience this entire venture would have been for nothing.
When we got to the hospital, I had my camera on one hand, tilted to where it was hidden but could still catch some of the action. On my other side I had my friend's arm draped over my shoulder, my arm wrapped around him, carrying him into the hospital. I checked him in and the lady at the desk pointed me toward the waiting room.
After about thirty minutes had passed and I had my camera turned completely off, I couldn't help but worry about him. I don't know why he reacted that way. I was nearly brought to tears as I wished we could take back the events of today.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and spun around. It was a nurse.
"Sir, is there something we can help you with?" he asked. He had a mask over his face and a tablet in his hands.
"No, I'm just waiting to see my friend. He was coughing up blood after drinking milk." I didn't want to fill him in on all the details. I knew he'd judge us for it.
"What's his name?" he asked, looking at his tablet.
I gave him Mike's name and he scrolled slowly through the tablet. After what felt like an eternity he got back to me. "I'm sorry sir, but there appears to be no record of this Michael."
"What do you mean? I came in with him!"
"No, you came in alone. That's why I came over here, to see if you were okay."
"No, he was with me I swear!" I grabbed my phone and opened the videos we filmed. But something was off. I was the only person in the videos, I was talking to what seemed like an imaginary friend.
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