101) Saint Stupid's Day and the Highway through Hell (802 hits)
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Submitted by Chronicles of the American Antichrist (View user info) at 2005-04-01 14:10:42 EST
Cruising down the desert pavement, I begin to realize the insanity that Hunter S. Thompson had to endure. There's something unholy about this world--something not quite right about all this sand, all this sun, and tortured lizards frying themselves on the asphault.
"Let's roll a blunt," Larry says to me.
And why not? Wouldn't drugs make this better? Don't they make everything better? At least in my own experiance, yes they do.
At the end of the day, I have to appreciate that Larry came with me ( http://www.ubersite.com/m/62287 ) on this trip. He could have stayed home, could have been a pussy about the whole thing. He's a good man, though--a willing victim, I suppose some might say.
"I hear that there's a Burning Man thing going on right around here," Larry tells me as I begin rolling.
"What are you talking about? That shit's not until August."
"No," he responds. "They're doing something for April Fool's Day. They call it Saint Stupid's Day or something. They have a parade and go ice skating."
"That's pretty gay."
"I'm sure they'll be some acid and pussy."
"Tempting as that might be, you have to remember that I am a fugitive, Larry. I don't think it's a good idea to be showing up at any big events."
"That was in Seattle, man," he says, throwing the map in my face. "Look how fucking far away we are!"
The distance is more than just a precaution. Not only did I murder Joyce, but also his wife and daughter--though I did have more fun with them ( http://www.ubersite.com/m/61926 ).
Toking the blunt, both Larry and I get pretty stoned. The THC and heat have a strange effect on my mind. After a while, I temporarilly forget where I am.
"Are you stoned, honey?" I hear Larry say.
Turning over to him, I exclaim, "What the fuck did you just cal--AHH!"
Sitting next to me, driving the car, I don't see Larry. Instead I see another person, one that I hadn't expected to meet--though maybe I did, because what in Christ's name was I really doing out here anyway?
"You look pretty fucked up," the sweet voice says to me.
Shaking my head confusedly, I holler, "Emily! You are alive."
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Submitted by yuvalset (user info) at 2005-11-10 23:51:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
To Johnny x: Nothing this guy writes actually sucks. Nothing. I mean, if I could I would go beat you up for suggesting it. ( I'm drunk. Though I mean this in some unreal way)
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-04-09 06:21:42 EDT (#)
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-02 01:55:26 EST (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-04-01 18:05:15 EST (#)
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This didn't actually suck, for a change
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-04-01 14:27:44 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
You lost your focus with the sociopathic thing.
Go read "From the corner of his eye" by Koontz. That's a beautiful job with a sociopathic character.
Submitted by MrWillard (user info) at 2005-04-01 14:22:16 EST (#)
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Submitted by EbolaMay (user info) at 2005-04-01 14:15:34 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Fuck-O
Submitted by EbolaMay (user info) at 2005-04-01 14:14:51 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Bleah. All you did was rip off a dead man.
Submitted by EbolaMay (user info) at 2005-04-01 14:13:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Read the title. Made me think of Hunter S. Thompson. Read the first sentance. It mentioned Hunter S. Thompson. Kick ass. Now I'll finish it.