Behind the wheel of Armageddon

Just a quick word.

I am in Vancouver, and yeah it is great, so any ways we are all just finishing eating a rather late meal around ten o clock, winding down and discussing important matters of the day. Every one is rather sleepy just lazing around the living room, Joel decided it was time to go and was getting his shoes on when Joss realizes that her truck is missing. Gathering on the front lawn to ponder just what the hell happened matt looks down the hill, “It is in the play ground.”

The Trouper II was parked on a hill, a rather steep one, from which it managed to come lose. Two hundred and fifty meters later it came back to a stop, but only after decimating a playground. On the way down the hill it managed to avoid street poles, parked cars, and thankfully anything (and any one) else. The police officer was laughing as much as any of us, and our best guesses put its velocity up to at least sixty kilometers at the point of impact. The path that it traveled to achieve such a perfect trajectory was a narrow one indeed. It should have hit any number of things on the way, but it amazingly avoided them all. Until jungle gym got in the way.

We took pictures as the tow truck pulled it out of the sand pit and over the foot and half wooden embankment which surrounds the play area. It would have been amazing to watch it vault itself over the wall and into the slide. The cacophony of glass and metal, and a sudden silence.

tenet Guilt

This is a well over a week ago now, but i bet he put three and four together. Also despite his stance I bet he felt bad about it. Even as the thinly coated vegetables slipped off the plate i bet there was a sliver of regret. It was a mistake. The new waiter made a mistake. One mistake. he order a stir fry that was meant for no one. It was a mistake. I took it downstairs as is the ritual, for an admission of guilt, this was a mistake.

The question then is of its fate. I asked if i could fix the situation, it was not after all my mistake. Rebuffed. "No, it is the principal of the situation." Even with the reinforcement of another fryer I could not save the fated. Principals. to Plastic. Not even composted. After two years I can no longer keep silent.

Sometimes we bring them beer, if it has been a rough night, or if the King gives his nod. I have also been known to play waiter to the morlock retuning diet coke in exchange for them not snarling at me, but insted... around me? It is a prison mentality in the lower level.

So the ruse. I had thought of this, before tonight but it had never really come up in any kind of meaningful way. And now every one was here! And thoes of you who know me, know i still relish an audiance, when i have my lines memorized. Enter stage right, turn facing down stage, step step step, eh, Suzy you want a coke?

Ofcourse

"Errrr, I am sorry." One heel, pivot pose, turn pour. "it is the principal of the matter." the glass empties into the sink. He says he does not understand. I told him, Yeah. I do not understand principals either.

For the rest of the night every subdeweller would not even look at me. And I smiled. Smiled and slowly walked back and forth across the stage.

I would love too.

I came in through the door, kicked off my shoes along with the assortment of other out dooring gear and remembered the clothing i put in the wash before I went to work. I ment to have it back in my room before setting out for the day, but was distracted when my mother came by for a visit, so it insted sat in the laundring room.

Returning I squinted through the windowed door as i fumbled with my key. the washer had been emptied, but I could not see where my pile of damp clothing could be hiding. The door swung open and the realization started to set it in. My basket has been moved to the top of the dryer, and my clothing inside of it dry. Inside the basket was a clipping from a magazine.

A woman holding a bouquet of balloons with the quote, "Something they will remember forever."