Lectured

A Sad but True Hurricane

Lectured
"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."

— James Baldwin

Soulmates have an eternal bond, created by the universe. A person is first born without the privilege of one color, but once that person finds the last piece to their puzzle, the universe gifts them that color as a reward. The color replaces the black and white once the two make physical skin contact. The specific color also matches that of their soulmate's eyes. It can be anything from a simple handshake to making love. The universe gives a free choice, however. If the two soulmates do not want to be, they're free to leave each other and be with whomever they may choose, but there will always be an empty feeling, a feeling of wanting what is long gone. See, Soulmates were made to have an "attraction" like a magnet that helps find them so they do not aimlessly wander the earth looking for them.
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A black '67 Chevy Impala ran through the streets, its driver blasting Metallica through the open windows, alerting those on the sidewalk. The driver turned sharply at the turns, earning the honking of horns from the other vehicles. It's a brisk night in October, the white sphere in the sky illuminating the earth beneath it. In the country, night is peaceful and quiet with only the soft melodies of the crickets playing, but in the city, nothing turns down, nothing is ever quiet, the clubs blasting the music in a loud uproar, those wasted in the corners of alleys and hookers trying to bait their next catch.

"Yeah, Sammy I know. I'll be there in a few."

"What did I tell you about calling me, Sammy? And for God's sake turn your music down." An exasperated sigh is heard from the other end of the phone. The man driving chuckles, making another sharp turn at the red light, another honk from an aggravated driver received in the distance. "Dean, are you driving like an asshole again?"

"Maybe, you can't prove anything. Stop nagging me like you're mom." The driver, Dean, laughs, trying to stay focused on the black pavement road. "Anyway, Sammy, I'll be there soon, just got caught up in something."

"You mean you got baited by a hooker again, correct?" The city is awake from its daylight slumber. Autos race each other to reach their designated location, not caring what happens to the objects around them.

Hey! I'm your life. I'm the one who takes you there.

"Shut up, I'm trying to drive like an asshole here." Dean hangs up his cell phone before his brother can respond, tossing it onto the passenger seat. He smiles to himself because driving his "Baby", as he calls the car, gives him peace in the bustling life of the real world. Baby slows down to the speed limit, now following the rules of the road because of being on a busier street and not wanting to cause an accident. His left arm hangs out of the window while sitting at the never-ending red light.

Hey! I'm your life. I'm the one who cares. They! They betray. I'm your only true friend now. They! They'll betray. I'm forever there!

Skyscrapers tower over the city, reaching up to the black sky with speckled stars, their bright lights drawing attention to the city. A haunting breeze whips his face, as the red light turns green.

I'm your dream, make you real. I'm your eyes when you must steal. I'm your pain when you can't feel. Sad But True!

Baby speeds forward then rounds the corner to meet the famous bar, The Moondrip on the right. Black glass covered the exterior of the large building, hiding the sins behind it. A bright neon sign glows atop the large oak doors with the words The Moondrip, a crescent moon tilted on its left side next to the "p". The neon a blackish color with a white border, resembling the bright white of the illuminating stars. Altogether, the building was a mix of modern; snob bars and the home feel of run-down bars of the west. Dean smiled at the sight, taking in its glory before parking Baby in the front of the building.