Skeletal Driving

Iam a motherfucking headliner and bitch you don't even know it! Process it.
I am sitting inside my car driving towards Jacksonville,Fl. Low country road,and i feel like I am part of a low country boil. The humidity and heat is killing me. The anxiety of getting there is making my sweat more than what i can handle. Iam rockin' the highway with my ipod. I feel like a kid with ADD. I can't hear a full song. Iam brainstorming. I wanna hear so many things but i cannot wait until they randomly pop up next,it could take years. Instead of playing my ipod to dead i decided to play Skeletal Lamping by Of Montreal. Let me tell you ,if the record was a bit longer i would've arrived in Jacksonville totally gay or at least very bisexual. The record is very good but vividly,flaming gay. "I am so tired of sucking the dick of this cruel,cruel city," either their demographics change or they don't care. As a music lover i like the record,the flow and most of the songs. As a heterosexual man,too old to experiment in my sexuality department, i felt the record will be label under gay mescaline. As a straight man i did not feel any connection with most of the lyrics and i believe it may easyly disgust a radical right winger.
Next time i'll make sure i have more batteries left on my ipod or a back up compact disc for the four hour ride. For now, i bought the ticket and i took the ride!

Breakfast

By any means i will like to promote or endorse the use of drugs,violence,and alcohol abuse but those were great days!
Breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert...my cousin want two orders of dessert only
Thanks,Hunter S Thompson always fearfully and disgustingly yours!

Empty Spaces,Familiar Faces

Not too long ago i managed to travel through time again. I found myself in a perfectly unfamiliar place with some hints of cities we all know. The place looked happy and full of sunlight at the beginning but to my surprise it was going to get dark but not just yet. I went to see my friend Jezebel who welcome me to her place . A cold cement building with two side access to the floors upstairs, and plenty of windows and cheap plants. For some reason the place looked familiar again and definitively secluded from the world. Only a handful of my friends I went to high school with and my brother managed to travel here. They must have learned just like me. They were staying with us as well. All we need is one night and we will be gone again.
Just as the skies,things were getting darker.
I secretly loved Jezebel for years but were always apart and I was never around. Now she's totally flirting with my brother and he's replying the flirting game. While Iam getting chills down my spine and we decided to go out to eat by the ocean the tension is clearly blowing in the wind . The mood is like when you taste aluminum at this place. I can see the tide being higher than usual. This is not normal, i thought to myself. My friend Francis was alone and he is concerned about his wife but he can't leave the place. Not that soon. When you travel through time one of the first things you learned is that there's no way back . Not at least till next morning. We all told Francis "nobody can't return before time" but i heard stories of people that return before sleep, he said. Nobody was certain. There are things you believe and things that are just there. Just because they're there does not mean they exist.
Dinner was great but I was more distracted by the tide that at any given moment will turn into a tidal wave. Nonetheless this horrible feeling, after the dinner we fly over the city very close to the sea . The city was like New York at night . Like the photos of Ted Croner in black and white when all you can see is bright lights and flashing lights and dark shapes of black. This was magnificent. The moment made me forgot about everything and i did enjoy the ride but apparently i didn't travel here to enjoy the view nor to be happily ever after.
When we went back home that's when things started to happen. Jezebel never told me till then she has a daughter,Judith. She's beautiful and tucked in her bed sleeping. Jezebel explained to me the reasons why she hide this from me. I am not resentful at all. I am curious about the child and what kind of handicap she was born with . It's hard for Jezebel to tell my this and not cry. She just said: you'll see but all i can hear is Francis screaming outside-- I did it, lets get out here!
He comes running to the room. He's wearing this special suit. Everyone has one. They have one for me. The little girl wakes up. She looks scared. I get close to her and then she stands in her bed and i felt the presence of pure evil. I couldn't move. I was hold by this force not letting me go but she was born without hands. How can she possibly hold me . My friends could not touch me . I was inside her shield. She will not let me escape . I was going to be her cure,her salvation. She was going to take all my knowledge and powers and drain me to dead.
But Francis reach my hand and got my out .We left as soon as i put the suit on. I felt relieved. We all scream "it can be done,we did it!"
You can always open your eyes and wake up in your own bed.