Day CCXLII

Hell Just The Same

     I remembered an old Greek guy once told me that the bigger the bubbles, the longer it would rain. I was in some deep deep, doo doo because it seemed to me that those bubbles were getting as big as beachballs.

     “Boommmmm...Kerrrraaaack!

     Two trees away lightning struck, and a huge branch of an old, big tree went down.

     “Damn…I almost went under that Ash!” I remember thinking aloud.

     My mind went numb for a long while, and I realize it was better to be wet, than dead. So I left the tree, and continued walking, not knowing what direction I was going. It’s a small park, and sooner or later I was bound to be out of it. As I walked I again became fascinated by my surroundings, I was fascinated by the simple, little, natural things. The lightning was frightful, but I remember counting to ten to hear the thunder. When the boom came at the count of ten, it was comforting, really reassuring, and I felt better, because everything seemed to be as it should.

     I continued to walk, I figured there couldn’t possibly be any lowlifes in the park at that time. Not in that weather, and that was comforting, I wouldn’t have to defend myself in my condition. But the wind blew, and the cold rain soaked me from my head to my toes; it went into my ears, and my nostrils, and at times I had  to close my eyes, I was walking in the dark, and from time to time I opened my eyes to get my bearings. More than once I bumped into a bench, or stumbled into a hole. I was surely in a different hell than Morgana, and Sonia, but it was hell just the same. Though like Sonia, I knew I was high on acid, I just didn’t know how much of it I had taken.