Superficial Saints and Pious Sinners
The passing flashes of light hurt his eyes. They give him a headache. He needs caffine, he's falling asleep at the wheel. A jolt of energy hits him as his heart pumps faster from having to swerve back into the lane. No big deal. He's done this hundreds of times before.
"You okay?" says the Druid in his ever calming voice, offering to take over if he cannot continue driving.
"I'm fine... I'm fine" He says, lighting up a cigarette and rolling down the window. "Just bored, and boredem begets tired...dom... whatever. heh heh." He chuckles slightly, as the Druid laughs with.
It's been a long week with no work, that working tonight fucked up their sleep schedule. The cigarette calms him down, but keeps him awake. The Druid and he begin to talk, and get on that slightly-infuriating subject again....
"It's too bad about Kristi..... well, if that's true anyhow....."
"Yeah... I guess Nicci was right about her." The Druid chimes in.
"I suppose so. Which it does suck, cause I really liked her... I guess I just have some odd attractive quality in me that says 'Come to me if your a slut!'.... I wonder if there's a procedure to get that removed."
"I think they make a pill for that." The Druid smiles.
They slip the subject around a corner and begin talking of other things, deeper things. Religion, the End, the Hereafter.... if there is an after life, what judgement would be like. They ponder the deepest of subjects, subjects that most firm believers dare not even question out loud.
"I swear we're either going straight to Hell when we die, or we're like two of His favorite people to watch cause we're so damned funny to Him."
"Somedays I think I'm going to Hell..." The Druid pipes up, "other days I think, Hell wouldn't be so bad... and on every third day, I remember that I don't even believe in Hell!"
The Druid and He break into a light laughter, always knowing that hard gut-wrenching laughter is saved for the 'we've been up for way to fucking long' times when everything is comical. They get to work, pile out of the car and make their way to the building....
"M.O.E. .... hhmmm.... some hippy festival.... great. Bag checks should be REAL fun... not too mention crowd control when everyone is stoned out of their minds.... it's times like these I remember why I quit doing drugs." He says.
"Same here..." follows the Druid.
This is the winter of MY discontent...................... and it will never end.
~ Archangel_Zero
*EDIT: A friend pointed out to me that I had a little too much EMO in my diet... So I took some Punk/Metal-Laxative and got that EMO right out of my system.
"You okay?" says the Druid in his ever calming voice, offering to take over if he cannot continue driving.
"I'm fine... I'm fine" He says, lighting up a cigarette and rolling down the window. "Just bored, and boredem begets tired...dom... whatever. heh heh." He chuckles slightly, as the Druid laughs with.
It's been a long week with no work, that working tonight fucked up their sleep schedule. The cigarette calms him down, but keeps him awake. The Druid and he begin to talk, and get on that slightly-infuriating subject again....
"It's too bad about Kristi..... well, if that's true anyhow....."
"Yeah... I guess Nicci was right about her." The Druid chimes in.
"I suppose so. Which it does suck, cause I really liked her... I guess I just have some odd attractive quality in me that says 'Come to me if your a slut!'.... I wonder if there's a procedure to get that removed."
"I think they make a pill for that." The Druid smiles.
They slip the subject around a corner and begin talking of other things, deeper things. Religion, the End, the Hereafter.... if there is an after life, what judgement would be like. They ponder the deepest of subjects, subjects that most firm believers dare not even question out loud.
"I swear we're either going straight to Hell when we die, or we're like two of His favorite people to watch cause we're so damned funny to Him."
"Somedays I think I'm going to Hell..." The Druid pipes up, "other days I think, Hell wouldn't be so bad... and on every third day, I remember that I don't even believe in Hell!"
The Druid and He break into a light laughter, always knowing that hard gut-wrenching laughter is saved for the 'we've been up for way to fucking long' times when everything is comical. They get to work, pile out of the car and make their way to the building....
"M.O.E. .... hhmmm.... some hippy festival.... great. Bag checks should be REAL fun... not too mention crowd control when everyone is stoned out of their minds.... it's times like these I remember why I quit doing drugs." He says.
"Same here..." follows the Druid.
This is the winter of MY discontent...................... and it will never end.
~ Archangel_Zero
*EDIT: A friend pointed out to me that I had a little too much EMO in my diet... So I took some Punk/Metal-Laxative and got that EMO right out of my system.