Written in 20 minutes, with the Carrizozo Writers- Raw, unedited, exactly as it flowed through my fingers to the keyboard
They say that you can’t go home again, and it’s true. I tried it once and wound up sitting with all my family members talking over the rim of my coffee cup to anyone who happened to be sitting on the other side of the table. It sucked. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I had nothing in common with these people anymore, and I somehow lost my ability to relate a story. Any story.
That first evening, I started telling my cousin Renee about a time when I had the flu and she didn’t really seem interested at all. I figured out why when I learned she wasn’t my cousin, Renee. She was a friend of my cousin who had stopped by to pick Renee up and go to a concert at the Event Centre.
I asked who they were going to see and she told me the name of an artist I had never heard of. She added that they were going to be late if my cousin wasn’t ready soon.
“We’re going to miss the opening act!” she complained.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“Some old group I never heard of.” She told me. “Fleetweed something or other…”
“Fleetweed Mud?” I queried.
“I don’t know, maybe. They’re supposed to be pretty good though. My mom used to like them.”
“Tell you what,” I suggested. “Why don’t you and I go? Renee doesn’t seem that interested, she’s not even here, and I used to like Fleetweed Mud. If that’s the opening act, I wouldn’t mind seeing them.”
“Let’s go then.” She said, and then she introduced herself, “I’m Marie.”
“You want me to drive Marie?” I asked. “I’ve got some weed in my luggage, Let me get it.”
“Oh, not for me, I don’t smoke that stuff.”
“I know, I have some homemade mescaline. I’ll get that instead.”
She smiled and jingled her keys. “I don’t mind driving.”
time’s up – step away
- have some of this
- a dog wandered
- had the flu
- talking over the cup rim