the angel in the supermarket carpark.

by josh tonkin

Posted to Stories on 2002-10-25 06:36:00

Walked into the carpark of a lonely midnight supermarket filled with the lost souls and drifting hearts that seem to appear from nowhere and crowd the aisles at midnight, mingling on the shelves amongst potatoes and ciggarettes. A supermarket at midnight is possibly the most depressing place on earth. Everyone there seems to be searching for something more than the weekly special, searching beneath flickering flurescent lights that blink slowly and drain life and hope. can we have a price check on an angel in register 4?

I was with this guy called Adam. He was more an acquitance than a friend really, I’d met him a few times through other people. He was one holy guy though. the first time I met him he just sat for hours talking to me, passing on his prophecies of weed leaf enlightenment and trying to relate completely to what I was. His vision were that there were two types of people on the earth, the fucked up individuals who create it by trying to destroy it and the drones who live in it and have nothing but jobs and normality, white skin, picket fences, mortgauges, 2.3 children smiling in back seat of urban four wheel drive.

Me and Adam came here to pick up some alcohol for an old early high school friend of mine David, whose house was right next door to the supermarket. David would have went himself but he was banned from entering the supermarket.

I waited out the front while adam went to make the purchases. A blond girl, attractive body but enough hate in her eyes for the whole world, climbed into this sporty yellow car. She reversed it back slamming into a shoppping trolley that then went careering into another car that was entering the carpark. the girl just kept driving and the car she smashed the trolley into pulled up beside me. An Indonesian looking man got out of the car. I said pointing “She hit your car man.”

The man looked at me not understanding a word of english and just smiled. This smile was positivly the most holy and sentimental smile in the world. Maybe it was just the weed I had smoked earlier but I knew he knew exactly what I was saying and everything I had ever felt and expeirianced and I knew the same of him. Great revelations and holy visions poured through me, filling every orifice of my mind, body and soul and overflowing with the sacredness of them. i just stood dumbly thinking yes and I was alive. I couldn’t wait to tell Adam when he came out of the supermarket, I thought he’d be one of the few people I knew who cared.

Adam came out and I tried to tell him what happened, the connection to someones entire being and the pure life of the moment and what it meant to me. Adam didn’t listen though, he was to busy trying to tell me some other story, so dramatically uninportant I dont even remeber what it was.
When we got back to daves no one else cared either. the just said “your stoned” and I tried to tell them that wasn’t the point of the story.

I swear that man outside the supermarket was an angel. Maybe he was sent by some sympathetic god to ba a saviour to the thousand lonely souls who haunt midnight supermarkets.



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