Walled Into The Dreamland

Of Rainbows, Unicorns And Stolen Cars

   I don't know if I'm the only one who ask these questions to myself like; Why do we exist? Why do we die? Why do we need to eat? Why do I live this life? But all these questions got out of my mind since the experience I lived two weeks before.

   At that time, before that catastrophe, I was a cocaine addict and a marijuana smoker. Unicorns could pop up everywhere around the Hauns street. Homeless, I would walk around that commercial area of the city and find other spots to sleep during the night. Everyday I could talk to people with crocodile faces and even goat faces depending on the time. It got me in trouble at work because I was, a lot of time, stoned.

   It all started when a skunk faced client decided to shout to me some things that are not very Christian and I answered back with those same swearing terms that led to a punch that knocked him out. I must say that I felt great and relieved. You must know that when I feel good, I'm the kind of person who leaves this world to join the moon into its astral party, that meets up with some Martians up there and particularly have the ability to mute the noise pollution coming from my boss' mouth. As the voice of my boss sounded like unsignificant murmurs that sounded like: wlhfgwekfjhwegrufwvkjfnlqerwhgfjygqwkrjfgwekhgiuwrekgnu, in the background, I left the counter and left the outfit of the restaurant too. I took the keys from the pocket of the skunk dumbass and left the place.

   I knew that I lost my work where I get money to pay my... you know, but it felt so great. I was dancing as I put my right foot on the outside of the door frame. The sort of dance you do when you feel good. Vibing till the first car on the parking lot, a 1960 Chevrolet Impala, I hoped in, put the keys in and started it. I know, first shot, good car, shup up and don't ask any questions! I turned on the radio and the song American Pie played. I left at high-speed rooftop opened.

   After some miles and almost the end of the song that is 8 minutes and 42 seconds, a police car flashed their light. I didn't know why but I just stopped on the side. Those two rhinoceros faced policeman asked me some question about the car and the owner that had a beautiful black eye. I laughed at their face, and they asked me to get out of the car. I called them little shit and the next thing I remembered; I was in a prison cell from the police station. Someone was on the other side of the bars with a 3-piece suit. He looked exhausted and said sarcastically:

''It's a pleasure to see you again mister Prodler!''