IV

by Sabertash

Posted to Stories on 2003-08-12 21:06:00

Parent message is 501149
Didn’t take to long to get em’ loaded up, good sign, get some nice calm tunes on the radio, Alice, cause it’s dreamy weather, Ha, that’ll work. That was truly great, never seen the sky on fire like that, like some kind of biblical prophesy come true or something. Well let the world end, soul’s in good shape. Tell god to fuck off face to face.
Fairly clam drive down, only one moment of panic when Red decided headlights where just a bad thing and wanted to see if there where more meteors visible. Soon convinced him otherwise and continued on, back down to the poor, sad bourgeois city.
Get em’ to stop at Herbs, need a damn drink, throats all dry and scratchy. Beer’s all warm by now, save it for latter. Only quarter after one, plenty of time for a couple brews, calm the nerves just enough to continue later. Be good to listen to a little jazz piano too. House singer’s not to bad, probably gone by now though, ah well, long as it’s not some really drunk fool’s, like us most nights, it’ll all be good. Wonder where these two are gonna end up? Red’ll do fine, all ready has a couple tear lines to his name. Higg’s is burnt out, most likely wont make it to the next quarter, shitty luck there, should do something besides going home and smoking bowls everyday. And me? Graduation, Friday the thirteenth, gotta be an omen. Go find Lyncho after that, out on the west coast somewhere. Head out there see if there is any work and live it up. Ah, there we are, the cool blue lights of Herbs back door. Go in, have a few drinks, then back to Leeman’s. Maybe drop another tab there and listen to some crazy tunes. Have to go hiking tomorrow, take them all up to Independence if they feel up to it, climb around in some of the old deserted mines up there. Drinks first however, piano guys still around, get some tunes at least. Old Sinatra and Dean songs. Good ending for the night, or at least a nice lax time before the madness starts back up. Stick around for an hour or so till they close down then hope Red can get us back to the apartment. Only a couple miles should be alright, he’s been good behind the wheel so far, hope he doesn’t fail us now.
A couple hours spent in drink, a good downer to help get back to a level that is at least functional in a city atmosphere. Three or four beers apiece then into the night. A quick and thankfully uneventful ride back to the hive and once inside it’s time to abandon the eddy’s and head once more into the rapids.
Couple more hits each, now that a safe place has been reached keep it going strong. Tomorrow head up to the hills, hit up the mines, Red’ll be up for it, Higg’s would barely explore even sober last time. Dropped the damn flashlight down that shaft, probably won’t even think about it all messed up.
The clock, the clock all night long that fucking clock, pulsing neon to the music’s beat, shouldn’t pulse but for some reason continues all night. Four hours spent staring at that damn clock, watching time pass us by, literally.
ENOUGH! Got to getgoingwise out of here, stop watching life slide by. Sun is beginning to peak over the building across the way, step out on to the balcony and smoke a couple bowls. Calm down the senses a bit, about a two hour drive after all, don’t want to do it while normal perception is still stretching in strange and unpredictable ways.
Back inside all kinds of mellowed out, much better. Pack up the last of the brew let Higs and Red gather up all the junk they think they need then outward bound. Eight A.M. finally ready to take off. Be there by Ten thirty or so after mandatory fast food grease burger and gas stops. Can’t believe it’s only Saturday mourning, appropriate though, king of the God’s for a king of a day, as this one should prove to be if all goes well.
I-25, great highway for just cruising, Suburban seems even longer with these chemicals on board, go through Cripple Creek, Don’t know if the back way still exists with all the mining they’ve been doing. Top of the mountain completely gone and big old ponds of acid everywhere. Still can’t believe they sold Cripple Creek out. Damn mini-Vegas nowadays, Victor’s still cool though probably be nothing open today, no problem anyway we have a ghost town to explore. Want to go back down the shaft I took Higg’s down, hope Red will go be stupid to do it alone.



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