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A pretty good day
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A pretty good day |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn 
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It was turning out to be a pretty good day. A newish friend, John, and a buddy of his had stopped by with some pot that had crossed at least one ocean on its’ way to my apartment. In no time, we three proceeded to pass the time smoking their dope, drinking my beer and listening to Bluesbreakers and Howlin’ Wolf. After a while, Johns’ buddy inquires about the bathroom. I point. He ambles off. John and I continue smoking, drinking and playing LPs while contemplating how that roach on the wall might be enjoying his afternoon. Until I notice that Johns’ friend has been in the crapper way too long. “Hey John, what’s up with whattis name?” “Ronnie?’ “Yeah, Ronnie”. “Probly shootin’ up” “In my bathroom?” “He doesn’t like doin’ it around other people” (That seems sensible) “Does it usually take this long? I mean, do you think he’s alright?” “Dunno, I’ll see”. John looks around. I point. He ambles off. From down the hall I hear Oh s***! s***! Oh f***! From inside my head I hear Oh s***! S***! Oh f***! Then, I too, amble off. Knowing that I would not like what I would find. In the bathroom, I found a very animated John and an equally unanimated Ronnie. “You got any speed? Crystal? Like that? “Uh, no. Is that guy dead?” “No, he’s just real f***ed up”. (Let me count the ways). “You know, if he injected an air bubble, he will be”. “Nah, probly just a hot shot. He’s been doin’ this awhile, he’s pretty good at it.”. (Yeah, right) “Yeah, right”. I could not imagine that anyone could look that …empty and still be alive. “So, you got any coke?’. “Uh, No. You gotta get him outta here John”. “He ain’t dead”. “John, he has got to go”. “OK, let me try to straighten him out some”. “Well, get that thing out of his arm, will ya?” I left John tending to grey Ronnie and returned to the living room to rehearse the answers to the questions that would surely follow. “The dead guy’s named Ronnie something”. “He came over with a guy named John something”. “No, I never saw the dead guy before this afternoon”. “No I don’t know where this John guy is or where he lives”. “What Marijuana?”. I lifted my head from my hands and turned to look As John emerged from the bathroom and came down the hall accompanied by Ronnie. Really, he was half guiding and half carrying him. But, he was actually alive. Still grey, still empty, but alive They stumbled to the door and as John opened it, he said “I think Ronnie and I are gonna split, I’ll catch ya later”. The door closed, the clouds parted and as I sat there looking at the bag of pot that John had left on the coffee table I thought, It was turning out to be a pretty good day *DISCLAIMER* This is a work of fiction, any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual reprobates, living or dead, would be, you know, really weird. ~wranx "Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do...provided it's done in private and you wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Still awesome work.  Cold hands means a warm heart |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
you never cease to amaze me with the strangeness of your life hope you got more o' them stories liked the deadpan dialogue BS. I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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GoddessofHell Member
since 2002-07-09
Posts 76 |
Agree with loner...great work. Heather |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
Oh the parallel planes of existence...geesh. wranx, you are progressively enlarging your work's captivation. This albeit fictitional piece (!~!) hits too close to my own dillusional life of way-out-there temporary inclusions (i.e. been there, done that, they were there, now they're gone, thank God) But it's all fiction anyway...lol Great work, again. |
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LadyPeach1 Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 282 |
This poem was off the chain. That would be pretty weird if all that happened, but that was pretty scary too thinkin' all that would happen! LP1 |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
That was great, wranx. Y'know, we're kinda not allowed to use profanity or poems about drug use in the forums, but I think it actually adds to th' poem/piece -- the whole craziness and pitch of it all. Can't wait t' see what you do next.She said burn ... together. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Sorry, squirrel dude (and everyone else) This particular piece is lost without it. I will not object to this being deleted, if it is determined to be an improper post for this board Meaning no harm ~wranx "Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do...provided it's done in private and you wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein. |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
Scary thing is I know people who've had such situations in real life. And they're only 18 through 20 somewhere. Ah, the sweetness of working graveyard shifts and finding all the crazies. I think I'm the only one who has yet to go to jail. I so proud. Great write. Def'nitely needs the supposedly restricted content! "Silly bunny, there are no monsters in here." - Chrys, from Gloom Cookie |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
It's stayin' wranx, don't worry! I love yr stuff. She said burn ... together. |
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idrift2u Member
since 2002-07-09
Posts 60MD., USA |
You noticed that too, huh |
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