“Ma’am, please step over here. We’ll need to test your hands.” I could only keep my head down and be glad it wasn’t me. Apparently the girl had bomb juice on her hands. Who goes about casually handling bombs and bomb juice emitting products on their way to the airport? But nevermind that – I had my own problems to deal with.
“You better take care of me Lord, if you don’t you’re gonna have me on your hands….” – HST
Strange and terrible vibes all around Us. Juicy Bomb Girl, unfortunate enough to exist on the darker end of the complexion spectrum. In a corner near the janitorial closet, a sad-eyed girl with a nest of dark hair, her life-aged face belieing her annular youth. The slow drawl of disinterest in her conversation, on the line with some distant disinterested something and languid, weepy gaze suggesting a familiarity with the opioid family. Some middle-aged windbag publicizing his ever so dramatic conversation with…whoever.
Most other times this place would be crawling with reptilian scurry, but not tonight. And I suppose We can thank the gods of this arid stretch of cracked-dry desert for that. A panic attack or two on the ride over was dramatic enough for those of Us who drank and drugged away Our true constitution years before Our time. Now’s the chance to lay low, relax…watch the madness unfold.
There will be plenty of time for Our own rotten brand of fear and loathing soon enough…
“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.” – HST
We are in for a voyage, that much is certain. But to where? How would We get there? And, once We had arrived at our destination in a furious jolt, wind-beated and weathered, coat tails flapping desperately in Our wake…what then? What would it all mean?
I suppose certain inquiring minds may be asking about the nature of this journey, its purpose, Our destination. There will be time enough for all of that soon. We may play a game.
For now, the voyage is what’s important. The getting there. The road itself…because it IS indeed essential that We GET THERE…
Any guesses as to where We are heading? Leave it in the comments!
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