Waiting

It was the kind of dark that makes you stick your hands out to feel the air ahead of you, unfortunately all he could feel was the humidity.  He lifted his head to look at the sky to see if there would be a break in the clouds, allowing the moon to provide relief, but it was so black he couldn’t tell if there was a sky.  Out of instinct he raised his left wrist about 2 feet from his face to check the time, but realized he wouldn’t be able read the hands.

He didn’t know how long he had been waiting for her, but he knew she would be there.  She always showed up.  She provided him stability when life would shake the ground beneath him.  That feeling of confidence in her, he liked it.

He reached into his pocket and grabbed the box of cigarettes.  It was crushed, but still provided enough space for the few that remained.  He grabbed one and brought it to his mouth, not being able to see made him less ashamed of what he was about to do.  He slid the box back into his pocket and pulled out his lighter.  A couple thumb presses and a flame ignited on the top.  The glow was dim, but he was able to make out the clear blue plastic that held the juice powering the flame.  As he lit the cigarette, the dim light showed him a pole sticking out of the ground a few feet away from him.

He took 2 steps towards the pole and slid the lighter back into his pockets.  He needed to alleviate his legs from standing and slowly leaned against the pole.  He felt a cold tingle on his left shoulder as his body acclimated to the pole.  He took a decent puff, which showed water sprinkled up and down the metal surface.  The rain slipped his mind, but in this darkness would any thought have enough light to be remembered?  The wet feeling was pleasing to him, if he couldn’t see the world at least he could feel it.

He thought he heard her coming, so he pulled his watch up to his face.  The faint glow of burning tobacco provided enough shadow to tell him it was time.  He turned to face her as she slowly  became visible.

He always noticed her eyes first.  Bright.  When you locked them you almost had to shield yours.  Next was her smile.  It shined like a mirror catching a ray of the sun.  Then her nose.  Two circles that flared as she moved.  She stood there right in front of him, his rock in a field of quicksand.  Right on time.

“Hey buddy, you going to get on?” The bus driver said as the last passenger grabbed his bike off the front.  He smiled while waiving his ticket, and slowly let her take him into another dark night.

Taco Bell

Growing up you always here adults say, “You’re too young to know what love is.” or “When you grow up you will understand how life works.”  I started to believe this rif raf at a young age.  Thinking everything I knew and loved was actually a lie. Knowing that love could not truly be known until the eldest of ages.

Now, about to tun 30 I reflect on a feeling that was true.  A feeling that was constant. A feeling that when everything in this world was against me, it was for me.  That feeling is a Cheesy Gordita Crunch crushing between my teeth.  The deteriorated food particles painting my taste buds with heaven on earth.  Softly messaging my throat as it makes it’s way to my digestive track.  The feeling of pure love. Taste. Love.

There have been multiple times in my life when I wasn’t sure where I was going.  I would think long and hard about what the life ahead of me.  Would it be good, would it be bad, or would it be like a fire sauce on top of a Doritos Locos Taco.  Having such deep thoughts makes you go crazy.  There really wasn’t a remedy. I could sit in the deepest of thoughts and try to get my life straight, or ring that bell to straighten it for me.

When you are standing in line there is a sense of urgency.  It must be what Alexander felt when he became great.  He must have known the feeling of conquering a great order, and feasting on spoils from your victory.  There have been more than a few times that the taco has made its way above my head in a victorious taco fist pump.  I don’t like to brag, but when you hold such gold in your hand, how can you not show off.

I love the Bell. I love the handheld delicious treat in front of me.  The melt of the cheese. The crunch of a hard corn tortilla.  The slight burn of one too many fire sauce packets.  And the tear rolling down my face of pure happiness. Only Nicholas Sparks could do just for the love story between my taste buds, the food from Taco bell, and the people that try to keep us apart.

To all you young people being told not to love or grow up.  I tell you. Find the Bell.  Find the love.  I know you have it in you to change the elders opinions.  Soon, I too will be an elder hopefully learning from the mistakes I’ve seen.  And when you ever have doubt, know that Elton John is on your side. The proof is in “Can you feel the love tonight”:

And can you feel the love tonight

How it’s laid to rest

It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds

Believe the very best

BELIEVE THE BELL. Show them elders love can be learned early, you just need to have your bell rung.  No concussions of course, just that delicious dinner bell!

 

Tsunami Killer

His life had taken an unexpected turn a couple weeks ago when he lost his job.  It’s not like the job was special, he was the night shift supervisor at a local retail store, but it kept the bills paid.  His wife had left him.  She had found someone younger, smarter, and with a job worth talking about.  She had taken his two kids and the dog.  And just last week his car broke down, leaving him with only his bike and memories. Now, after losing so much, he sat at the beach staring into the ocean.  The waves just big enough to make a noise, but not big enough to make a splash. But they were constant, and he needed that.

It was hotter than any other day in his memory.  The sun was in the middle of the sky with no cloud in sight to slow down the heat.  He watched the sweat drip off his body and wondered if an apple tree has the same feeling when the fruit falls off.  Nothing was planned, just him and the beach. Calm. Peaceful.

The noise of the water was putting him to sleep. He couldn’t fall asleep until he had a plan. He needed a plan, but his eyes became heavy. He needed a plan, but the breeze ever so slightly hit his skin. He needed a plan, but. No, he needed to sleep it off.

He woke up to the faint sound of alarms going off in the distance.  He opened his eyes and sat up quickly trying to gage the type of alarm and severity of sounds.  As he looked toward the sound he saw a man about 20 feet from him.  The man was covered in black cloth from head to toe and was putting on some cloth shoes.  He thought about yelling to the man, but it seemed like the man was in a rush.  The man’s hands were shaking and his shoes were not fitting properly.

As he reviewed the area around the man he saw a large wind-board by the water.  Next to the board was a halberd. A HALBERD?!?! Was this man trying to swing at the fish? He stood up and dusted the sand off his body.  He was still sweating and the sand wasn’t falling.  He looked closer at the wind-board but something caught his eye far out in the water.  A huge white wave stretched as far as he could see.  He didn’t have a concept of height, but he knew it would be powerful.

He started to panic and wonder how he would make it to safety on a bike. Then he thought there was nothing worth running towards, and if he should try to face it head on.  It seemed he couldn’t get away from losing something. Running and staying seemed dumb and he didn’t know how to choose, but the man ran in front of him taking his attention.  The man grabbed the halberd and connected to the board.  The man then pushed the wind-board into the water.  The man pushed it far enough into the water to jump on.  The man was face first paddling towards the large wave.  The man stood up, gained balance, and picked the sail up. Almost immediately the wind took the main towards the wave.

He didn’t know what to think. This guy was heading straight towards a tsunami.  A massive one.  Within a minute the man had closed in on the tsunami. The sun was still beating down, so he put his hand above his eyes to watch the man.

The man grabbed the halberd off his back.  The man made a strange waving gesture towards the wave, the halberd ended in both hands above the man’s head in chopping position.  The man jumped towards the wave and slammed the halberd into the whitecaps that had been created.  Suddenly a large noise echoed through the air. A huge hole opened in the tsunami.

He waited to see the man again, but there was no sight.  The man had disappeared into the wave.  Still, a strange hole in the water remained.  He had never seen it before.  It was similar to a sewer drain, where water just seemed to flow into but never filled.  The tsunami now was 100 feet away from him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the man and the tsunami chop.  Maybe the man was still alive, he didn’t have anything worth saving but maybe he could save the man.

He gathered his strength and sprinted straight for the tsunami’s hole.  When he got 5 feet from it he held his breath and jumped head first into the hole.  The water cooled him off instantly calming his emotions and relaxing his muscles.  When he stopped moving he realized he was suspended in the water.  He opened his eyes and there before him was a beating heart made of ice and water.

It was beautiful to him. Each beat seemed to break the ice only to rebuild as water filled it up.  As the beats continued so did the water, coming dangerously close to the village where he lived.  He wondered if this heart controlled the wave, is this what the man with the halberd was after?  He reached for the heart, grabbing the inside of it while it beat.  As his fist closed the heart shattered, and gravity sunk in.

As he was pulled deeper into the water he noticed the water receding back away from the land.  He thought to himself, maybe he destroyed the wave.  Water filled his lungs causing him to pass out.

He awoke to cheering and arms pulling him up on his feet.  Something was different , but everyone was hugging him calling him hero.  When someone tugged on his clothing, he noticed he was wearing all black and there was a halberd on his back.

Aliens Disapprove of HGH Testing in Baseball

Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Aliens geared up in the local professional baseball team’s attire put were on protest Sunday night. Since baseball has increased the testing for HGH and other steroids the game has seen a significant decrease in home runs. While most of the fans call it a pitcher’s league now, aliens call it an unfair measure to reduce the scientific studies they perform on humans known as abductions.

“Yeah, I mean it is going against all the compromises we’ve made as an interspecies relationship” Flermgak, inter-stellar baseball fan, explained. “Our forefathers and Abner Doubleday created the game of baseball to give us the appropriate time to perform these studies. Every time someone gets ahold of the ball, the stadium is at a standstill. All eyes fixed on the ball allowing us to perform these abductions in seconds.”

Before there was baseball, alien abductions interfered in everyday life. Humans would be minding their business when an abduction would happen. If there was no reference to what was happening before hand most humans would end up spending the rest of their afternoon contemplating on what they were actually going to do. To solve this problem Aliens and Humans worked for months to create a new system to allow abductions without interfering with the train of thought. A Home Run is allows the human to put together what was happening before the abduction for 2 reasons. The process is short, Home Runs will last no longer than 10 seconds and you are with a crowd of people who will cheer and point so everyone knows exactly what to look at.

“I like aliens. They have green heads. They poke needs in my head” Little Tommy Tucker started to say before his dad told him to be quiet and not divulge too much information.

“Steroids have been what you humans call a Godsend. The more home runs the more tests we run. Taking away the Home Runs means taking away the tests during games and messing with people’s thoughts in real life” Said Flermgak. “I think the American forefathers would be rolling in their graves right now because of this action. I hope they are ready for the consequences.”

A group of Aliens have begun meeting every Wednesday at the Church of Scientology on Baker Street. For more information on how to join the Alien’s cause to bring back HGH to baseball contact Flermgak by making 4 hand waves while keeping one finger on your nose during the next Home Run you see. This will give the aliens ample time to study if you are worth for the cause.

“Aliens, they are ruining the ga… (10 second pause). What was I doing again?” Little Tommy Tucker’s dad said before grabbing his son and walking in circles. This fight is far from over it seems.

To Alaska (Part 2)

Frank looked up at the mine, and then to the whistle that seemed to last an eternity. He took a second to admire his newly acquired pick axe. The handle was firm and needed to was in need of a good swing. The pick was too shiny and pointed, it needed some stains and dents. He gripped it hard and shook it a couple times. It was the shake of acceptance and excitement to use his new toy.
He saw a friend of his Tim a heading in the mine so he hurried to catch up to him. When he caught up to Tim he put his hand on Tim’s shoulder to let Tim know he was there. Tim was partially deaf, and Frank never wanted to scare or startle Tim. Tim turned his head and smiled, pulling Frank in with his arm. He didn’t speak much, but Tim’s actions always explained his emotions. He had dark black hair that was starting to gray, and barely stood 6 feet tall. Somehow he always came to work clean, with his hair slicked back in perfect form. He was a gentle man, and his frame fit his personality. Frank gave Tim a smile, patted his back and gently stepped away to get his equipment.
He went over and grabbed a hard hat from the rack. It was cold to his head, and he welcomed the idea that he wouldn’t have to be shocked by a cold helmet anymore. It started to sink-in that this is the last time he would be entering the dark and dreary world he called work for so long. There was a smile and a thought of sadness, was he sure he wanted the future he planned. There was still time for him to change his mind. There wasn’t much more he could think when the whistle blew again. He pushed the clasp together and hurried into the mine.
It was a long walk to his section, passing a couple of his soon to be ex-colleagues. Casual waves and short jokes seemed too common on his walk, but he knew he wouldn’t get it anymore so he took it in. He flickered his headlamp at each group to show joke back, trying to blind them for a second.
When he finally arrived Tim was adjusting his equipment to start the day, and his other colleague, Larry, was sitting on a rock. “You sure you want to leave this place? Black lungs and stained skin ain’t what you dreamed of the rest of your life?” Frank never was able to get a good read on Larry, he was friendly and distant. Standing nearly 6’7″ and full of muscles Larry was an intimidating man. His would laugh when others couldn’t compete with him, but also was pushing his body too hard for his age. He was still young, in his mid to late twenties and had the energy to match it. Larry would show a smile but then yell at a moments notice when something didn’t go the way he wanted. He was odd, but Frank tolerated his attitude because he spent so much time with Larry.
“Just trying to move on to something new and exciting. You’re too young to be thinking about that kiddo, but I’ll show how to enjoy a last day.” Frank replied.
“Yea, I hope so! You’ve been here way too long old man! I’m happy for you.” Larry laughed as he said it.
Frank couldn’t tell is Larry was serious or poking fun at him. Either way, he was excited to get his axe dirty. He walked into place, gripped his axe tight and let fly for the first collision with rock. It felt good. It felt strong. It felt right. This is what he knew and loved. Regret started to pour into his mind. Would life really be better? How would other people react to his personality? He shook his head, this was right. He was meant to retire and get out of this place.
Break time arrived faster than he thought. His new toy had plenty of dirt and dents on it, but it needed a rest. As he walked to Tim, the cave started to shake. He put his hand to the wall and put his index finger on his lips to keep Larry and Tim quiet. Another shake. As he felt the walls rumble, he looked at the lights that started to flicker. Larry grabbed the radio and pulled the communication button, “Guys, what is going on? What is the shaking?”
There was a 15 second pause as the 3 guys looked at each other. Tim was slightly out of the loop, but he could see from Frank and Larry’s face.
“GET OUT OF THERE” A voice no one recognized yelled back.
Larry dropped the radio, and without saying anything started to run towards the entrance. Frank grabbed Tim and shook him to get his attention. As he shook Tim, the cave shook again knocking both men to the ground. Tim got the point. He stood up quickly and reached for Frank. As Tim pulled him up, the cave shook again. This time a rock dislodged from the top of the cave and hit Frank in the head.