I was driving down the Misty Mountains as the sun was coming down. I got a glimpse of an unusually beautiful sunset. A dark cloud filled sky with red hues. My head felt altered, like I was impaired about to be sucked through another dimension. Truly, things looked different.
I was on my way to grab a drink, just one, down by the supermarket. When I got there, there was no parking spot, so I quickly parked behind a car and went in. I grabbed my usual, a pink lemonade Smirnoff — sweet alcohol is the best.
When I got to stand in line, I noticed a beautiful little girl. She was blonde with blue eyes, wore a white shirt with flowers and blue shorts. She looked so happy and had a radiant smile with expressive eyes.
As I looked to my left, I saw a little boy with curly golden locks and dark skin. I couldn’t help but smile.
I thought about being a father for a moment, and how my lady could give me a daughter like the lovely little, happy girl from the supermarket. But I have come to doubt it.
We are the Childless generation…
$3.91 for the Smirnoff — damn edibles are cheaper and the effects last longer, I thought. I didn’t drink it immediately. I went down by my old school and looked at it in the dark. Pizza shop was closed.
When I turned around, old tia’s house was occupied by its new occupants — a big white pickup sat in the driveway. I came back to 111 and turned left on 603. I drove by a house where a bunch of children were outside singing. I waved at them, and they roared in a happy excitement at the acknowledgement. Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire” played.
I laughed a happy laugh. It was nice to see kids out having fun instead of being glued to tiny mass surveillance devices crafted by technocrats.
I got home and before I got off mom’s SUV, Reel 2 Real’s “I Like to Move It” started playing on the radio. The radio can surprise you with some great beats. You never know what could come on. Anticipation and surprise are great things. I listened to it in its entirety and danced my little dance.
I got out and picked up Post Office, flipped to the page to where the picture of my new friend who has been dead for over 30 years picture was, and “cheers!” This round is for you, and I gulped it down in one shot.