The Rebirth of Kenny
Meanwhile, back in Jones County, Kenny was finally getting the courage to get up and leave the bathroom. It was a hard thing to do after all, the bathroom seemed to posses a lightness that could not be found in any pill or bottle. It glowed. Kenny had not only slept like he never had before, but it felt as if God had taken his index finger and ever so gently touched Kenny on the forehead. He had no recollection that it was actually Wino's lead pipe. Nevertheless, he got up and began to wash off his stigmata in the sink and slowly the glow weakened as he finally walked outside. (It was at this exact moment that Wino walked into Lark's cave.)
It was a clear Mississippi night and every star was accounted for. The air pushed down hard on Kenny as he walked to his shack to change his clothes and try and figure out what to do next. And then it happened, the landscape started to change. This was not an actual land shift, but Kenny's slow realization that he was not where he thought he was. "This ain't home. This ain't even Mississippi. What the hell is going on here?" There was plenty of grass around, but it was the absence of the pines and the addition of mountains in the distance that gave it away. There was also a smell of ocean in the air. Kenny didn't really have a choice, so he kept walking in a direction that felt right.
He eventually came upon a shack and he knew it was his, he didn't know how it got here, but there it was: home. The place that would not only house his things, but his feelings of comfort and familiarity.
It was a clear Mississippi night and every star was accounted for. The air pushed down hard on Kenny as he walked to his shack to change his clothes and try and figure out what to do next. And then it happened, the landscape started to change. This was not an actual land shift, but Kenny's slow realization that he was not where he thought he was. "This ain't home. This ain't even Mississippi. What the hell is going on here?" There was plenty of grass around, but it was the absence of the pines and the addition of mountains in the distance that gave it away. There was also a smell of ocean in the air. Kenny didn't really have a choice, so he kept walking in a direction that felt right.
He eventually came upon a shack and he knew it was his, he didn't know how it got here, but there it was: home. The place that would not only house his things, but his feelings of comfort and familiarity.