Day CCXLI

My Trip

     I pounded loudly on the door, because I knew his pad was sound proofed, they were making noise, and George might not hear me. After a long moment…the door slowly creaked open.

     “Who da fack da?”

     Immediately I realized I had made a terrible mistake, I didn’t recognize the voice, and before I could answer, a large, yawning, pissed off black dude opened the door. In my mind he looked like a humongous black Frankenstein, bigger than Michael Clark Duncan, but this cat was also ugly.

     "Wadaya want modafack?!" He screamed.

     “Oh shit, I’m sorry, man!”

     “Ya sorry, uh…ya dumbass! Wat facking time is it, uh?”

    He turned to check out the time, and as he did so, I turned around and ran down the stairs.

      “Thwee oclock! Common bak hea mofo, Ima kick ya ass!” He screamed.

     Since I couldn’t remember George’s pad, I ran all the way outside. I didn’t want that big dude to catch me and hurt me. He was really pissed. Out on the sidewalk, the acid started messing with my mind. I had visions of him using me like a heavy bag at Gleason’s gym, and the world started to spin. So I started to walk home, and to do so, I had to pass by Claremont park. But in my delusion I walked right into the park.

     “Boooommmmm!”

     Thunder, and lightning flashed in the dark sky, it started to rain. To pour! I didn’t have an umbrella, and man I was shivering, I was really cold. I ran under a tree, and as I some how managed to light up a smoke, I was amazed at how green the leaves were, and I remember smiling because they were so freaking green. I remember how pretty the rain drops on the grass, like those you see on the National Geographic. Streams ran down the walks, and bubbles made by the impact of raindrops when they hit the puddles seemed to be as big as basketballs.