Recalling an Evening in the Autumn of 2004.

                       What has come to me in delusion? does it share its piece of reality in sub- conscious truths?
Now take me back to the Autumn of 2004. Do I romanticize? Maybe. I digress and take it slower now. The years and seasons have been kind and unforgiving. Similar to a red- headed stepmother who holds grudges. In being a man contains the pain of growing into an elderly man. I shall move to Prague at the age of 65, drink clear spirits and moan next to my best friend. ( a 12 year old German- shephard that responds to the name Lucifer, Because that will be the mutts damn name), The frigid weather will wither my frail skin down to the chilled marrow. And who exactly will hear my Story? How I dearly hoped my old comrads Tolstoy, Chekov, and Dosteovosky  were here to hear my low- pitched wail onto the timeless center of town. Adjacent to the old peeing post, neigboring the old Precinct we would frequent after a series of benders and sprees.
                          I was in my earlier weeks when the afternoon presented itself one fine morning. My cellphone was on vibrate. I was going through the aftermath of amphetamines and barbituate withdrawl. I gently placed my vibrating cellphone to my fuzzy rustic unshaven face.No pleasure came out of this, as a reader I want you to know. I had an uncanny desire to misplace my wallet, cellphone, and house -keys. So I preceded to walk to the local delicatessen. I purchased 3 40.Oz. bottles of Silver Thunder. Downed one of them at the delicatessen. Then walked with the other two to the worst area of town that I could think of during that period of my life. Sat in the park under the cool trees as they swayed unknowingly beneath the dim moonlight. Off in the distance I could make -out the sounds of domestic disputes, gun -shots, sirens, and prostitutes getting paid. Then meticulously confirming to myself that I was drunk enough to talk to anyone, I stood up and stumbled to the nearest dive -bar. I don't exactly recall correctly the events that would transpire afterwards, but there is one thing I do know for sure. And that is I woke up the next morning on my front step with no money, no way to call anyone, and no way to get into my house. THE END