monster(?) garage...
betty and i were attending a celebratory wrap-party for Monster Garage (don't ask it was a dream hahaha). we were in the host, James' home, which was a very nice, very north carolinian one-story off white wood house. the layout is what struck me as 'east coast', atypical for the west, non-linear, more indicative of individual need than cookie-cutter tract.
the home was warm and somewhat dark, but this was due to the abundance of maple trees lining the street outside. the party was your typical social distortion/white trash BBQ (love'em) with much eating drinking and carrying on. as per usual betty and i kept to ourselves only venturing out sporadically to socialize. through the course of the party i ran across a small man, an octogenarian, whose kitty-like nervousness and look of paranoia attracted me immediately. though he never said "anything" solid, his words hinted at a truth he was dying to tell, but feared he would not survive. i spent as much time as i could with him before he wandered off. he eyed me carefully perhaps thinking, "this kid's listening too close." and i was.
over the next few weeks we became semi-regular fixtures at the James' home and friendly with the assorted tattooed hoodlums that fell in and out of the front door. with each visit my suspicions grew. several months flew by and i never saw the old man. though i hoped he would show up to each gathering, he was missing in action.
i saw the old man, quite suddenly while attending to errands in town (betty and i were DEFINITELY living in north carolina or virginia now). he stepped into my path as i left a mercantile store and stopped me asking desperately that i follow him. he took me to the James' home and we walked swiftly into the garage. i asked him what this was all about and he silenced me. he pulled a brown knit ski mask from a box and pulled it over his face. although it seemed to be styled after a modern ski mask, it looked archaic and thick, probably coarse wool. on the mask was printed a bright red pentagram whose center sat directly over the crown of the wearer's skull. i stood, looking at the old man's eyes through the eyeholes and had to suppress laughter. the man turned the mask around five times on his head and before my eyes he shrank to 4' in height turned completely green (emerald green) and had hooves and legs of a goat. i stared in astonishment and then fled from the house chanting, "we are ALL demons, we are ALL demons..."
the man had revealed to me the true nature of humanity, it had been before our eyes all along and we struggled so forcefully to deny it that we convinced ourselves it was not so.
the home was warm and somewhat dark, but this was due to the abundance of maple trees lining the street outside. the party was your typical social distortion/white trash BBQ (love'em) with much eating drinking and carrying on. as per usual betty and i kept to ourselves only venturing out sporadically to socialize. through the course of the party i ran across a small man, an octogenarian, whose kitty-like nervousness and look of paranoia attracted me immediately. though he never said "anything" solid, his words hinted at a truth he was dying to tell, but feared he would not survive. i spent as much time as i could with him before he wandered off. he eyed me carefully perhaps thinking, "this kid's listening too close." and i was.
over the next few weeks we became semi-regular fixtures at the James' home and friendly with the assorted tattooed hoodlums that fell in and out of the front door. with each visit my suspicions grew. several months flew by and i never saw the old man. though i hoped he would show up to each gathering, he was missing in action.
i saw the old man, quite suddenly while attending to errands in town (betty and i were DEFINITELY living in north carolina or virginia now). he stepped into my path as i left a mercantile store and stopped me asking desperately that i follow him. he took me to the James' home and we walked swiftly into the garage. i asked him what this was all about and he silenced me. he pulled a brown knit ski mask from a box and pulled it over his face. although it seemed to be styled after a modern ski mask, it looked archaic and thick, probably coarse wool. on the mask was printed a bright red pentagram whose center sat directly over the crown of the wearer's skull. i stood, looking at the old man's eyes through the eyeholes and had to suppress laughter. the man turned the mask around five times on his head and before my eyes he shrank to 4' in height turned completely green (emerald green) and had hooves and legs of a goat. i stared in astonishment and then fled from the house chanting, "we are ALL demons, we are ALL demons..."
the man had revealed to me the true nature of humanity, it had been before our eyes all along and we struggled so forcefully to deny it that we convinced ourselves it was not so.