Shooting Star: Be careful what you wish for.
"'Hands on the pine!' They scream.
Hope this is all a dream.
Flashing lights
flash lights on shotguns and pistols
is all I can see."
I flipped the recording off. Something wasn't right. I sat there in silence, staring at the computer screen.
"Hmmm." I sighed. Something wasn't right.
I picked another track randomly from the list in front of me. *Click*
"The ancients said, 'here's the truths'
but you can't see 'em.
Hide their ideas in science
like the Hermetic Museum.
You want to know?
Don't ask us.
You want real knowledge
ask Paracelsus.
Theophrastus Bombastus
lambast us because we don't trust science either.
Smell the ether, it's ethereal..."
My hands froze on the keyboard as I typed my thoughts along side the music. Where did this track come from?
Suddenly the screen went black. I threw my hands out to the side, "what the fuck!?".
I habitually slap computers or cars when they don't obey. Today was no different.
*smack*
The screen popped back on. But, the track list was gone. I raced to open the program again. The loading screen seemed to be taunting me, taking it's sweet-ass time.
*smack*
"Loading."
*smack*
*smack*
"AH FUCK IT!" I exclaimed. "I'm going for a walk."
Socks. Shoes. Pants... "Shit."
Shoes off. Socks off. Pants. Socks. Shoes.
Out the door.
Shit was not going well. Times were hard. Stress was high. Fear was building. Confidence was waning.
"Walk faster." I thought to myself. My body obeyed and my feet started to build speed.
As I walked my thoughts drifted and bounced between subjects. Sweat started to bead on my forehead after only a few minutes... I sweat easily and profusely.
I had been walking for what seemed like only a short time, but, I had no idea where I was.
"That's odd." I stated aloud. And, it was. I rarely get lost and when I do I am usually quick to reestablish my bearings. Not now though. I stopped and looked around, trying to locate some kind of sign or landmark that would help me.
Nothing.
I have navigated plenty of routes without a map. In fact, it's a specialty of mine. My sense of direction is unparalleled by anyone I know. I've often said "Blindfold me, take me out to the middle of nowhere, and leave me and I can find my own way home."
Really though, it's not some supernatural thing. It comes down to understanding and applying things about nature. The earth pretty much tells you where you're going (unless you're at sea on a cloudy night) and all you have to do is pay attention to the signs.
I mocked myself aloud, "Way to get lost, dipshit."
I obeyed an age-old rule I have for when I get lost- Keep going straight, eventually I will see something I recognize.
I was gazing up at the sky, trying to look for familiar stars or planets, stumbling blindly down an unknown, dark avenue.
"Where the hell am I?" I muttered, still staring up into the sky, trying to see through the clouds... Nothing.
*Bump*"WHAT"*Stumble*"THE"*Fall*"FUCK!"
"HEY!" A strange voice shouted as I collapsed. "Be careful. Watch where you're going there, buddy." He continued.
I looked up from the ground, "Fuck you, motherfucker. YOU watch you're fucking step."
"Excuse me, but you bumped into me, asshole. And, I don't understand what the hell you're doing walking around at night in the street looking up at the sky."
"Of course you don't understand" I replied as I got up, "you probably get lost inside Wal Mart because you're an idiot." I stood up straight and looked him in the eyes. He didn't blink. I noticed he was slightly taller and definitely in better shape and had extremely long arms and his hands were calloused and his knuckles were boney and if I wanted a fight then I better go ahead and be sure now before I ran my mouth anymore.
He took a step back and put his beer on the ground. "What did you just call me?" He turned around and squared up his stance.
Looks like I already decided.
"I said you're an idiot who gets lost in Wal Mart." I replied plainly. Clenching my teeth and my fists tightly, shifting my balance to the right away from the leg that carried his balance. "You want to do something about it?" I continued on as I stepped back with my left foot and brought my right hand forward, standing southpaw.
This was a ruse, I am right handed.
He stood there and sized me up "You bumped in to me, then you said 'fuck you' to me, then you called me an idiot. Are you looking for a fight, little man?"
Let him come to you I thought to myself. He has been drinking and will over commit, side step, one hit.
I couldn't respond, I was too ready to fight, there was nothing left for me to say.
He stepped forward quickly and over-committed, swinging wildly with his right hand. I tucked my head behind my shoulder and stuck my right straight out to beat his punch on the inside and catch him moving forward. My fist slammed into his nose as his arm sailed over my head and I followed with a quick rear straight from my left hand and it crashed into his cheek, sending him stumbling back and tripping over the curb, falling onto the patch of grass that separates the sidewalk and the street. He landed with a thud and it sounded like the wind came out of him as he let out a giant *UMPF*.
I immediately noticed my hands hurt, I pulled both up and noticed that at least two fingers hand been broken on each hand and my left hand was broken as well.
"Fuck." I said, hoping this guy didn't get back up.
He does.
Hope this is all a dream.
Flashing lights
flash lights on shotguns and pistols
is all I can see."
I flipped the recording off. Something wasn't right. I sat there in silence, staring at the computer screen.
"Hmmm." I sighed. Something wasn't right.
I picked another track randomly from the list in front of me. *Click*
"The ancients said, 'here's the truths'
but you can't see 'em.
Hide their ideas in science
like the Hermetic Museum.
You want to know?
Don't ask us.
You want real knowledge
ask Paracelsus.
Theophrastus Bombastus
lambast us because we don't trust science either.
Smell the ether, it's ethereal..."
My hands froze on the keyboard as I typed my thoughts along side the music. Where did this track come from?
Suddenly the screen went black. I threw my hands out to the side, "what the fuck!?".
I habitually slap computers or cars when they don't obey. Today was no different.
*smack*
The screen popped back on. But, the track list was gone. I raced to open the program again. The loading screen seemed to be taunting me, taking it's sweet-ass time.
*smack*
"Loading."
*smack*
*smack*
"AH FUCK IT!" I exclaimed. "I'm going for a walk."
Socks. Shoes. Pants... "Shit."
Shoes off. Socks off. Pants. Socks. Shoes.
Out the door.
Shit was not going well. Times were hard. Stress was high. Fear was building. Confidence was waning.
"Walk faster." I thought to myself. My body obeyed and my feet started to build speed.
As I walked my thoughts drifted and bounced between subjects. Sweat started to bead on my forehead after only a few minutes... I sweat easily and profusely.
I had been walking for what seemed like only a short time, but, I had no idea where I was.
"That's odd." I stated aloud. And, it was. I rarely get lost and when I do I am usually quick to reestablish my bearings. Not now though. I stopped and looked around, trying to locate some kind of sign or landmark that would help me.
Nothing.
I have navigated plenty of routes without a map. In fact, it's a specialty of mine. My sense of direction is unparalleled by anyone I know. I've often said "Blindfold me, take me out to the middle of nowhere, and leave me and I can find my own way home."
Really though, it's not some supernatural thing. It comes down to understanding and applying things about nature. The earth pretty much tells you where you're going (unless you're at sea on a cloudy night) and all you have to do is pay attention to the signs.
I mocked myself aloud, "Way to get lost, dipshit."
I obeyed an age-old rule I have for when I get lost- Keep going straight, eventually I will see something I recognize.
I was gazing up at the sky, trying to look for familiar stars or planets, stumbling blindly down an unknown, dark avenue.
"Where the hell am I?" I muttered, still staring up into the sky, trying to see through the clouds... Nothing.
*Bump*"WHAT"*Stumble*"THE"*Fall*"FUCK!"
"HEY!" A strange voice shouted as I collapsed. "Be careful. Watch where you're going there, buddy." He continued.
I looked up from the ground, "Fuck you, motherfucker. YOU watch you're fucking step."
"Excuse me, but you bumped into me, asshole. And, I don't understand what the hell you're doing walking around at night in the street looking up at the sky."
"Of course you don't understand" I replied as I got up, "you probably get lost inside Wal Mart because you're an idiot." I stood up straight and looked him in the eyes. He didn't blink. I noticed he was slightly taller and definitely in better shape and had extremely long arms and his hands were calloused and his knuckles were boney and if I wanted a fight then I better go ahead and be sure now before I ran my mouth anymore.
He took a step back and put his beer on the ground. "What did you just call me?" He turned around and squared up his stance.
Looks like I already decided.
"I said you're an idiot who gets lost in Wal Mart." I replied plainly. Clenching my teeth and my fists tightly, shifting my balance to the right away from the leg that carried his balance. "You want to do something about it?" I continued on as I stepped back with my left foot and brought my right hand forward, standing southpaw.
This was a ruse, I am right handed.
He stood there and sized me up "You bumped in to me, then you said 'fuck you' to me, then you called me an idiot. Are you looking for a fight, little man?"
Let him come to you I thought to myself. He has been drinking and will over commit, side step, one hit.
I couldn't respond, I was too ready to fight, there was nothing left for me to say.
He stepped forward quickly and over-committed, swinging wildly with his right hand. I tucked my head behind my shoulder and stuck my right straight out to beat his punch on the inside and catch him moving forward. My fist slammed into his nose as his arm sailed over my head and I followed with a quick rear straight from my left hand and it crashed into his cheek, sending him stumbling back and tripping over the curb, falling onto the patch of grass that separates the sidewalk and the street. He landed with a thud and it sounded like the wind came out of him as he let out a giant *UMPF*.
I immediately noticed my hands hurt, I pulled both up and noticed that at least two fingers hand been broken on each hand and my left hand was broken as well.
"Fuck." I said, hoping this guy didn't get back up.
He does.