Thursday, July 20, 2017

Surfer On The Drift

From today:


The traffic lights changed.  Waiting drivers honked their horns.  The pedestrians, my victims, didn't seem too overly enthused about busting a move and accommodating the motorists.  The horns joined by yells and the unveiling of a good half-dozen middle fingers.  Seattleites greeting each other.    

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Surfer On The Drift

From today:


The hole in the wall looked about as big as a dinner plate.  Game Room dust sifted out and around the rim like a wind blew, picking up and pollinating particle to all points beyond.  It was threads of dust, not a thick stream.  Not the torrents of red rust I'd seen elsewhere.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Surfer On The Drift

From today:


Most of Denny's wall was covered by superhero posters, but there was one poster of Jimi Hendrix playing guitar in a super psychedelic design, Jimi all red and green and seeming to flutter and flicker no matter your vantage point.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Surfer On The Drift

From today:


Lumbering from Ashton Hospital to The Dirty Dan I put Vise Head though his paces.  Snapped his fingers.  Moved his whiskered, punch-dented lower jaw back and forth.  Made him say, "I'm Batman," about a dozen times.  Spit.  Hopped up and down.  Even spanked that butt.  I was good.  Whatever I commanded, he did. 

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Surfer On The Drift

From today:


Some inhabitants worked, either in town or out on farms, some were too deeply enmeshed in therapy or rehab to focus on work or anything other than emotional or physical healing.  And some walked the sun-blasted lawn all day long smoking and looking at their cell phones, like a preview of a poorly funded Heaven where you could exist, but mostly just subsist on a steady stream of nicotine and data. 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Surfer On The Drift

From today:


It didn't feel like it.  It felt like I'd been carved up like my guts should be hanging out of me in a loose rope.  Some tangle of intestine I'd get to carry around in a bucket for all eternity. 

Friday, July 14, 2017

Surfer On The Drift

From today:


I now knew how vampires felt, desperate, trying to beat sunrise.