a few minutes later, dan and i were pulling into a long grey driveway at the end of an equally long and grey alley on the backside of a tiny all but dead mid southern coal mining town. The coal mines were gone, along with most of the inhabitants of the town and county. As dan cut the loud always charging engine a huge bellowing esoteric plume of smoky dust shot up around the doors as we opened them and landed are sun burned feet on the hard ground. We walked over the mounds of broken up bits of concrete and patches of dead grass to the backdoor of a rather large and even more rather out of place garage. Around the garage and right inside, a person could easily find things like empty spool of wire from construction sites, stolen gas pump handles (the theft inspired by a bob dylan classic), a big theft deterring curved mirror from some retail store and a cracked and battered sun bleached half of a toilet. All these things at been aquired under the
influence of too much drink, too much drug,or too much boredom and probably all three. This place was Jeff's...it was jeff's place. Dan and i walked gingerly to the door and without a knock threw open the door...no one inside looked up at us...nothing surprising about our entry. Right inside the door was a long curving line of surgerical tubing, it ran from a half full bottle of rum to the sipping mouth of a large man sitting on a bean bag chair. He is sitting next to a small man who is nervously chain smoking and constantly fidgeting. The large man has long black hair and a beard and has since i first met when we were 6...he is a scary looking man with the calm and gentle manner of a devout buddhist monk, this is jeff and next to him is doug (whom i met at 5). These are the guys that know me...and i mean really...they know the really real true me, if you want to know what i am about these are the guys to ask. No matter any of that, as we enter they are locked in intense video game
battle/debate/contest...the air is thick with various kinds of smokes and scents and things best left forgotten and slid under a bed or rug somewhere in the big open crimson red shaded room. On tne far window a jolly roger flag flapped in the breeze...it was being used as a curtain. Jeff and doug sat next to each other, jeff as stoic as a dime store wooden indian...doug gibbering and sighing insults at nameless pixelated foes....cigerette falling out of his mouth, mt. Dew going flat next to him...these two are always the pilot and co-pilot of our starship nightly out into this demon-haunted world, taking strange terribe twisted trips in the boredom destructive jungle of our wild imagination...minds were expanded i am sure but we were all too stoned to remember.
influence of too much drink, too much drug,or too much boredom and probably all three. This place was Jeff's...it was jeff's place. Dan and i walked gingerly to the door and without a knock threw open the door...no one inside looked up at us...nothing surprising about our entry. Right inside the door was a long curving line of surgerical tubing, it ran from a half full bottle of rum to the sipping mouth of a large man sitting on a bean bag chair. He is sitting next to a small man who is nervously chain smoking and constantly fidgeting. The large man has long black hair and a beard and has since i first met when we were 6...he is a scary looking man with the calm and gentle manner of a devout buddhist monk, this is jeff and next to him is doug (whom i met at 5). These are the guys that know me...and i mean really...they know the really real true me, if you want to know what i am about these are the guys to ask. No matter any of that, as we enter they are locked in intense video game
battle/debate/contest...the air is thick with various kinds of smokes and scents and things best left forgotten and slid under a bed or rug somewhere in the big open crimson red shaded room. On tne far window a jolly roger flag flapped in the breeze...it was being used as a curtain. Jeff and doug sat next to each other, jeff as stoic as a dime store wooden indian...doug gibbering and sighing insults at nameless pixelated foes....cigerette falling out of his mouth, mt. Dew going flat next to him...these two are always the pilot and co-pilot of our starship nightly out into this demon-haunted world, taking strange terribe twisted trips in the boredom destructive jungle of our wild imagination...minds were expanded i am sure but we were all too stoned to remember.
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