Boys of Both Sides of Life

When will the so long-lasting trip come to and end? Seriously, are we almost through? Obstacle after obstacle. The final obstacle. This mansion off the side of the road, a long winding driveway to the front door, covered in trees and surrounded by a brick wall swallowed in greenery. There is something creepy about this place, something eerie, beyond the natural. Catch that dog! Shoot. Mom let it go again. I really hate that little beast. It ran straight, without hesitation, through the front door, over the threshold, and up the outside bricks of the chimney. Yes, up the vertical column, as if on flat ground. She chased it inside, a very open structure on the interior. The chimney column, directly beyond the door, shot straight to the ceiling, up 40-50 feet, and out the roof. She ran up the stairs as the dog ran up the wall, I watching from below. The dog then fell down the center core of the chimney, all the way back down to the floor. And that was over. But this house. This mansion. Why are we here? Why is it here? A driving, unstoppable curiosity overtook the whole group of us. What is it about this place? There is something to be discovered, and we will search until it is found out. The feeling was accompanied also be a kind of entrapment. We were stuck here, not allowed to leave. There were no barriers, no stones in the path to leave, but nonetheless, we weren't going anywhere for a time, maybe forever it might seem. It wasn't long before a wrapped paper was found on the front porch. Wasn't there a few hours ago. It is marked with Father's name on it. Someone has set it up for us to be permanent here. They want us to stay. We've got mail.

...People live here. Another family. They were unnoticed until now. Who are they? And why would they live in this crazy ol' place? They speak of spirits and the possibility of the dead living among them. Previous owners? There are spirits in the house. Together we investigate. Brother has computer games that might give us understanding and insight into what to do, two of such. The computer is not working. Where is that little boy, the young child of the second family? Out in the yard, playing in the sand. He is speaking as to another being, but no one is there. Someone is there. He plays with this other boy, an invisible friend. Together they are building a sand castle, as the many of us stand still watching in shock and wonder, I in curious amazement. They are building a sand castle. The boy natural and the boy supernatural are building a sand castle together.

Extraneous

I wonder what this wart-like growth is on my finger. It's been here for many months now and doesn't seem to be getting much larger anymore. Hmmm, I wonder...oh but wait. It appears it has grown! Now that I look at this way, it really has, it is much larger! I have got to get rid of this thing. It could be cancerous, or harmful in some kind of way. I pick at it from time to time until it bleeds, but now I am ripping it open, slicing it from the surface of my body, despite the blood. It seems to have created a crevice into the core of my finger, a large opening that most certainly should not naturally be present. Where does it lead? I dug deeper, trying to open up the deep crack in my finger. The blood had really stopped pouring, and things were surprisingly visible. Pain was, naturally, searing through my finger and hand. I dug on. I see a little something green. ...?... It was some kind of fuzzy green thing originating deep within the crevice. What in the world is that? I dug on. I tried digging it out and pulling it up, but it seemed to retaliate weakly, as if it were alive. I finally got a hold on it (at this point there were a few more green, leafy outshoots, coming from the inners of the finger), and held on to it as I pushed open the crevice to reveal a most disturbing sight. In my finger, deep within the core (really where the bone should have been), lived a tomato, or a spider, or a tomato spider. And these green offshoots were in fact its legs of sorts. It was planted inside me, and the wartness visible on the outside of my body was some kind of outlet for it. It was resting in there, feeding off the nutrients and insides of my very own body. And when I saw it, I felt very shocked, and sick. The spider had a tomato for a body, and green stretchy leaves for legs, and was sitting very attached to me inside my finger. I did not feel well seeing this thing eat away at me comfortably, knowing that he had been in there for a very long time, feasting upon my ignorance. Well, ignorant no more, I pondered no longer, and quickly detached the detestable beast from my inners and ended his hidden dynasty. The mystery of the growth on my finger had been finally solved, and the tale was to told to many others, for the pictures would not leave my mind. In this dream, I was even convinced it not a dream, telling those in it that it were not. There were also two other things found embedded into my skin elsewhere on my hand, upon the discovery of the tomato spider, such as a miniature gas mask. My sister said something about the spider being a mayonnaise animal, whatever that meant. This all happened, and was a very shocking, revealing experience, but as usual, something and somewhere completely foreign and new was my new destination shortly after. I was now playing euchre with the Green family. And that was that.

[there really is a strange growth on my finger that has been there for many months that I have no idea what it is. All day I have been obsessively wondering what it really going on under the surface of my skin.]

Knives

Falling into a dream. I wonder where I'm going this time. A garage, cars parked outside the house, one on the lawn. A party of some kind with a few people is taking its place. Music plays, but it does not sound good at all, just a load of fuzz and non-melodic sounds. Everybody is barely happy, and nothing is really happening, just a lot of standing and miscommunicating. The atmosphere is becoming instantly intense. The heat is building. Darkness is invading. My face is getting very hot, and numb, sizzling with heat. Knives. People are going to start dying very soon, most violent deaths. (I kind of like these movies. This should be sweet.) I can feel it. Can they feel it? Where did they go? I am alone. And I do not like this anymore. This is real. I must escape. But I cannot move. I am bound to the floor of the garage, in the dark. Knives readied to be covered in blood flashing through my mind. I am going to die a most violent death. I can feel them coming. My face is burning hot and tingly. I am in the face of death.

You won't get me this time. Not tonight.

Dogs

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Morning Delight

It's so early. Why in the world am I up this early. The numbers on the clock shown at first remembered glance: "3:56"[am]. I'm at Denny's snacking on something, and/or sipping some coffee. I am chatting on the cellular telephone, with Cari Joy Sade. This makes for a pleasant morning. We speak of the usual things, moving to California, Sarah's wedding arrangements, feeling as if we were making progress. After a few minutes and into the next hour, it becomes much lighter outside, and people have filled in the restaurant, inside and out. This "people" includes my brother, along with some others not to my personal preference, so I waltz outside, and sit on the garden brick wall outside the front window. There I sat. Here I sit. Why am I sitting here at four in the morning?! A police squad car is approaching, the driver staring steadfast in my specific direction. I hide the marijuana bowl I hold in my hand, hoping only that the cop did not see. Oh good morning Autumn McMillen! What are we doing here on the side lawn of Denny's? "I haven't been in PE in a long time! Not since we were all in it way back when." And whaddaya know, many young kids formed a bad circle here with us, Candy Garcia in the center.

Swallowed Alive

Browsing through the cheap "10$ or less" bin at GameStop with Ernie Villanueva, it is a normal night. I finish looking through them all, and make my final purchases, ready to leave out the door. We walk outside to the street and suddenly Kim is there, in place of Ernie, just as if it had always been that way. But I knew something was up, just not sure exactly what it was that was up there. Where did Ernie go? Where did Kim come from? Woah, hey, that's Jared Cassell with her. As I stand there figuring out which direction  to go, they both take off running, down the sidewalk, under the dark city awnings. "WAIT! Where are you going? Why are you running from me? We need to go this way!" Naturally, I chase them. Kim was nearly dragging the little child as she ran with incredible speed. "What are you doing??" She did not turn, but simply yelled something I couldn't quite make out, "--pissin'---" ....(what?)... Jared turns his head, "Yeah, ---pissing off--all the time-!" ...(WHAT?)... They turn a corner into a dirt construction area between two tall 12 or so storied buildings. I catch up to the turn. Kim is gone, but Jared is still running. "Jared, wait!" It was too late. He suddenly vanished below the earth, into a very deep narrow hole. "C'mon man, let's go!" A group of friends pull up in a car on the back street, urging me to get in the car and go. Nonetheless, I do not hesitate to jump in to get little Jared back. I land about ten feet down, on the side of the ongoing central hole. He is in the deeper part of the hole, and so I reach my hand in as far as I can. I can feel his hand! I grab it and try to pull, but he is sinking farther and farther, and I can no longer reach him. I cannot save him. He is gone.

Jurassic Tours

Just hop in this jeep, this man will be your driver, and you will be headed on your adventurous way! We did so. Myself, and a few other humans with no faces. We drove off into the open fields, the park being a new establishment, recently opened to public amusement. A patch of fresh trees hear and there, and quite a load of nothing but space. The guide drove quickly, appearing as if he were anxiously looking for a proper destination to satisfy our customer expectations, but not quite sure of where he should be looking. Nothing happened except a few bouncy bumps and shifty turns, so really nothing at all. Until we arrived at the first encounter, with a beast. A triceratops. It was an instant battle. The vehicle was hurled in a vicious attack from the side, and flew many yards still upright. The guide then assumed the role of protector, jumping out of the jeep and provoking the unusually oversized dinosaur in his own direction, all the while we stayed sat, seat-belts tight. He spoke not a word, and rather kept the straightest face, glaring at the dino tensely. Some sort of fight was duked out, as we watched intently, until he somehow returned safely and we escaped. But safety was found for but minutes, when it melted into danger at our second encounter, the massive and mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex. This fight occurred mostly around the jeep, as we endured the experience for ourselves along with the speechless tour guide. He did the "fighting," while we remained sat still, tossed and flipped all around, the jeep getting torn and crushed in all directions. The man fought on, and did not give up, or run away, but stayed in the battle with a sort of professionalism. Before we knew it, the "tour" was over, and the battles were one, and all returned to the start safe and unharmed, physically of course.

It was this new park's tour, so termed. To be in the middle of a fight with both of these ferocious jurassic creatures, and come out alive and safe. A shredded jeep for each party of five or less. An experience one could never forget, and would always remember vividly, with fear and excitement.