My Crazy Night
So, on April 2nd, I walked to the corner of the road and smoked a few roaches in my pipe. Removed all paper, of course, broke it up, the normal. My night was anything but normal, though. I’m pretty sure it was just regular weed, it just fucked me up because of the resin that coated the green. I could not understand anything that was happening. Anyone I was texting definitely questioned my sanity. I’m not saying this was a near-death experience or anything, it was crazy as fuck though.
Ok, my adventure started out in La Fiesta Elementary School’s back lawn and park. I smoked, walked, and jammed out to the amazing dub album Scientist Rids The World Of The Evil Curse Of The Vampires. I got as far as track two before I heard sirens, and they seemed to be coming at me from all directions. I quickly fled the park.
Once I made it to the street, which was literally empty of all human life, the sirens stopped. I decided to avoid the school areas for a while. So I’m walking down a random street in the L-Section of town, and I happen upon a little creek I used to play in as a child. ‘That’s cool, I guess I’ll walk over that little bridge there’, said Brain to Legs. I’m ten feet from the bridge, and all of a sudden the sound of violent splashing comes from beneath me. I squint my eyes, peering into the moonlit water, and all I can see is ripples. The splashing continues, but my walk across the bridge does not.
Next stop, the Cotati park. Well, I call it that. It has a sign that says ‘Welcome To Cotati!’ in front of it, and that signifies the city park for me. I was walking along, and I sat down on a concrete bench. It reminded me of some sort of sacrificial slab, like something out of Apocolypto. Chilling, smoking, getting super dankity high. I look around the park. All is silent. Then I noticed a tree. I used to climb this tree in my younger days, but now it’s lowest branches are far too high for anyone to reach without a ladder. This tree was always the tallest in it’s grove, but I noticed the rest of the grove had been chopped down. Looking at the tree, I felt an inner bleeding of sadness. I can’t explain it, but I felt like the tree was depressed, alone, angry. From that second forward, I was convinced the tree was some sort of beacon of revenge, an evil tree. Then more sirens.
On the walk home, I pondered the life of the tree, and whatever curse it might hold. I imagined that if I had touched the tree, I’d be visited by horrible nightmares. Thinking about it now, that’s a foolish statement. But I’m still glad I didn’t lay a hand on that bark.
Almost home now, for some much needed shivering under the covers. I saw a cat, your average orange/brown house cat. She didn’t see me yet, so I stood still and studied it. After about a minute of watching a cat sit perfectly still, I started to walk again. The cat finally heard me, and took three short lunges… and dived into a sewer grate. All I could think of was ‘That cat’s fuckin’ dead, it just killed itself…’, and it might actually be true. The sewers were overflowing with water this night, it had stormed all day. Not only would the jump back up to the street level be at least seven, eight feet, but seven of those eight feet were submerged in water. The cat totally drowned, and I watched it’s last minute… God, this was a horrible night for me.
I’m over it now, about to go out and smoke once again. This neighborhood gets kinda spooky at night. Beware, children! The mutated sewer cats of Cotati will soon overrun your peaceful little lives…
