Monday, May 21, 2012
Hey! You! Get Out of My Way! Part 22 Back in Albany New York
The party goes on through Sunday. It is about 12 hours later and I have been buzzing around the house. Everyone thinks their thoughts right now are mind blowing.
People are bursting into tears, hugging each other or swirling their cigarettes watching the trail of light while they talk.
So many people tonight start their statements with “Have you ever realized……” and then they talk about entire universes living on their finger tips. Brad is at this party and they are discussing Dungeons and Dragons once again. “No Man, an Ork has little power over a fairy.” I stand up and wander away from them.
Myla has 3 guys at the party who live in Rochester New York. One of them is named Rick. He is blond, dirty and model gorgeous. People hang on his every word. He is sitting in the middle of Myla’s bedroom holding court. His philosophies are a little too much for me. That and the fact that he keeps saying things like “I completely understand you man,” as a response to what people say when they talk about their life. His statements make me think of mind control.
For some reason, we are having a love in. Rick started it and now people lying around listening to this fool. He tries to get to girls to make out after he gets their shirts off. I stand up and stumble out of the bedroom; it’s not my scene either.
Rick follows right behind me. “Geoff, can I talk to you?” he asks. “Whatever,” I respond. “Why don’t you like me? I like you.” He says leaning in close. “I’m onto your game man.” I say leaning back from him. Why the hell is everyone looking to make out with me? I think to myself. “I’ll make you want me,” Rick says and heads back into the bedroom.
I head back upstairs and into the backyard where people are floating in the pool. It is either really late at night or early in the morning. I read the clock, but it didn’t really make sense to me.
I find Myla lying on a deck chair with a blanket wrapped around her. She motions me over to sit in front of her. I do and she warps her arms around me. “Man, I am so happy you are with us.” It is one of the first families I feel that I have. They make me feel like I belong.
I lie on the lawn chair smoking cigarettes with Myla for hours. I try to close my eyes and my brain swirls with beautiful colors. By Sunday afternoon I head home. I am dirty, tired and buzzing. My skin feels electric to the touch. Everyone headed out at the same time so we could all make sure we got home.
I climb the stairs and it is too quiet. Jonathan is not home. I head into the bedroom and look in Crawford’s cage. She is lying under shredded newspaper. I open the cage reach in and take her out.
She is ecstatic to see me. I hold her close to my face. “I’m sorry I’m so late baby girl,” I say to her and she leans in for a kiss. I run one hand down her back.
When I get to her tail I realize it is covered in dry blood and it looks like she is missing the tip of her tail.
To be continued……
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