Percocet Down from the Heavens

So I’ve been building this site forever, faced with many obstacles, challenged mostly by limitations of self.  Without further adieu, it’s time to post something already.  

My friends and I in Detroit started a little club called “The Synagogue writers.”  (We are mostly Gentiles but the Jews are a generous people and allowed us to use their space.)  The other day we did a writing exercise wherein we wrote, by way of secret ballot, one line of dialogue for the person to our left who then incorporated that into a story.  We took 20 minutes to write the piece, and I took another 10 or so to edit.  I will supply you with the two sentences given to me, and the devastating results.  This, I feel, will make a fine first blog post.  

This day is a complete fucking waste.  What fucking day is it anyway?

Schrodinger’s uncertainty principle basically says that most of everything is empty space.  Lately, I’ve been freaking out about falling through the cracks.

* * * 

“This day is a complete fucking waste,” Lucious said. 

Tom and Lucious sat suctioned to a hot leather couch on a day they hoped, futilely, would be the last day of their lives. 

“Schrodinger’s uncertainty principle basically says that most everything is empty space,” Tom agreed.  He cracked open a Stroh’s and let some fizz drip down his bare chest, into his lap and onto his underwear.  He swam in the blood and the sweat and the beer.

“Heisenberg, you fucking idiot,” Lucious said.  “Heisenberg had the uncertainty principle.  Don’t make me hit you again.”  

It was 105 degrees faranheit.  A week before, the hottest week of the year in Michigan already, God came down from the heavens and told everyone that not only was he real, but he was going to raise the temperature one degree a day until the people learned to act right.  That was 98 degrees ago, and still, nothing doing.

“That’s not the point, Lucious.  It’s just how I feel.  With this God being real business and everything.  Lately I’ve been freaking out about falling through the cracks.”

“We should be so lucky,” Lucious said. 

Their dog, Hopscotch the pomeranian, that had become like a son to them, panted sadly in the window pane.  The power went out suddenly with a loud, disturbing surge.  Hopscotch squinted his eyes.

 ”There goes the end to cold beer,” Tom said.

 ”There goes the end to everything,” Lucious agreed.

 They sat silent.

 ”Schrodinger’s thing was with the box.  You put a cat in a box, and then somehow you don’t know if it’s alive or dead, and it could be both at the same time, because of quantum mechanics or something.” 

 ”well,” Tom said.  “That sounds pretty uncertain, doesn’t it?”

 They sat in silence again.  No more fans.  No more television.  No more cold beer.

 “What fucking day is it, anyway?”

 ”Monday,” Tom said.  “It’s 105 degrees.  By Saturday it will be 110.  By August our blood will turn into sludge.  People will be rioting in the street for water.  We still won’t understand how to act right.” 

 Lucious already missed the television.  They didn’t have much in the way of books.  He had already been thinking about moving out earlier that month, before God revealed himself and turned out not to be awesome.  Now they were in this thing together.  To the end. 

 ”Sorry I hit you earlier,” Lucious said. 

 ”It’s okay.”  Tom slugged back a slippery can of beer.  It was already warm.  “Nothing matters.”

As you can see it was horrible, it was really hard to com up with something that made sense. The migraine I had all day didn’t help, good thing I had a percocet pill on my bag, otherwise I don’t know what I would have end up with. You can buy percocet online if you want, it helps with pain, everything from a toothache up to a broken bone. I’ve found myself relieved after taking one for my migraine.

One thought on “Percocet Down from the Heavens

  1. Like any rational person, I will begin at the end of Molly’s blog and work my way forward. What sort of person would I be not to do this? Irrational.

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