The man's raging alcoholism plagued him now as much as it did when he was alive.
I reached around in the dark, having no idea where I was. It was like the one time I got so drunk I forgot how eyes worked, good night, but that's not the point. I felt hard wood and a rusty doorknob. Throwing open the door, I saw the most beautiful scene in the world. It was a gorgeous white sand desert and a huge staircase, winding high into the sky. Big red signs pointed to the staircase reading things like 'eternal salvation' and 'be the best you' and 'everything good this way'. It smelled like salt and dust, and would have been perfect if I hadn't tripped and ate a mouthful of sand. I spit it out. How do you even get up in the morning, man?
So I walked up the stairs and turns out each one is almost double my height. 'YOU CAN DO IT!' was carved in huge, deep, bold letters into the side of every step. Yeahhhhhh, you CAN do it. I jumped for the top of the ledge, Swear I almost made it, but I couldn't reach. I jumped again. Dude that sun is hooooooot. There was a rung or two in the side of the steps but I wasn't about that. Yeah we're not doing that, 've already gotten tenus once. I jumped again, and again, and one more time just to make sure, but nope. Slumping against the side of the stairs, I was pretty dang sure I couldn't do it. There was a handle just above the top of the A, but it didn't look like it did anything so I just kind of left it. I heard music somewhere in the distance. If that's a drinking party and you're missing it I'm gonna be so mad at you. The steps gleamed in the light, practically shining in their perfection.
"WhiSKey O, JoHNy O. Rise 'er UP from down below. WhiSKey, WhiSkey, WhiSKey, OOOOOOOOOOOOOO," someone sang in the distance. You are finding them. Like at this moment, so much better than trying to climb whatever THIS is. I wiped the sweat off my forehead.
"Now the whiskey's a heart of a MAN!" It sounded like it was coming from the side of the stairs. I may not be a good listener but I have a talent for party finding.
"Always was since the world BEGAN!" I peaked around the corner, to see a little dive bar shoved into the side of the stairs.
"Now whiskey gave me a broken nose!" Duuuuuude there is NO argument. Drinks are probably dirt cheap, but you know how much good dirt sets a man back these days. The neon sign said 'Uncle Sippy's' with S, I, one P, and Y burnt out, so it just read 'Uncle P's'. It looked perfect. Some guy was passed out next to he door with a half empty bottle of... something. I immediately wanted some.
"And whiskey made me pawn my clothes!" I think you just found you your people. The door had a little sign on it that said 'Open' and scribbled in neat handwriting underneath was 'until we burn it down'.
"Now whiskey is the heart of a man!"
"HEAR HEAR!" Someone yelled inside. What are you wait'n for man? I opened the door.
A goth chick, A guy in a muscle shirt, and old woman, a puffy-eyed banker, some guy that I swear looked just like lil' Gorilla, and the bartender stared at me wide-eyed.
"Wiskey from that old 'ol tin can!" a man in a pirate costume sang loudly.
"What you all look'n at," Said the guy that was singing. He turned around, and dropped his glass.
"By the stars..." Did you mess with these guys cuz I think you've messed with these guys or something. The bar was very quiet for way too long.
"WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!" Hollered the pirate, throwing his arm's in the air. The grandma whooped and chugged her beer.
"Oh great," Moaned the goth chick.
"Eyyyyyyyyyy!" Yelled the guy that looked like lil' Gorrilla. I slid into a stool at the bar.
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Tidbits And Such
De TodoSometimes I just put words on a page and call it writing. I figured that I'd put those pages somewhere. They're just really short little "tidbits" that I write for no other reason than I wanted to. Some are light, some are dark, and they're all pret...
