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……
Geoffrey Doig-Marx holds all written and electronic rights to his writing "A Day in the Life". It can not be reprinted in part or whole without his written consent.
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