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Hitting Indians and going to jail

lets see, its been like a year now but the memory remains a vibrant stain forever in my mind.

Utah had been good to me but i was time to leave. I packed my bags and headed for a better place.
In a few hours it was just me and a lonely road. The sky was restless and the clouds promised a storm not far away. Occassionaly through the haze, bursts of lightning would excite it all. But despite this spectual of nature, the overall pulse of the drive was slow and dull. My ipod tried to keep me alive but my eyes felt heavy and weak. My mind started to drift and it led my car into the opposite lane. I looked up through dreamy eyes and almost died.. The horn of a large semi-truck made me know how close I had come. I was too tired and numb to feel aroused, so I continued to follow the trance of the late night highway.

Somewhere, around a steep corner,a deer had been hit. Its blood and guts decorated the right lane, and time was to short to stay clear. I heard the thud of my tires rolling over its legs and I felt sad. There was nothing I could do, so I kept my foot down.

In a while I greeted the storm. It shared its rain and its hollowing wind. Its rhythm was violent and tranquil all at once. I felt very uneasy in my stomach and my ipod continued to shuffle peculiar songs. I took a drag from my little blue friend but i didnt feel much better.

I pulled over to a nearby gas station to refuel my concentration. I grabbed a cold red bull and it tasted sweet and refresing down my thirsty throat.. I still felt strange and a mounted deer head reminded me of the bloody road. The clerk in the corner must have sensed my restlessness because she leaned very close to me and whined, " Watch out from them critters you hear?"
She was a very old lady and incredibly ugly. Her hair was ghostly white. Her teeth were rotting away and admitted a foul odor of whiskey and hick.
Through blood shot eyes i thanked her but never took her seriously. But little did i know, the road had something waiting for me.
I jumped in my car and put my hands on my steering wheel. My car felt foreign to me but u shrugged it off. Through the window I could see the old women looking at me with concern and pleasure. I backed up and wanted desperately to leave that small town forever, As I drove, I started to feel a little bit more alert and felt better about the next two hours ahead of me. But just when everthing seemed to be going my way a drunk Indian came running out of a local bar. I tried desperately not to hit him but it was to little and to late. His body flew over my hood and up my windshield. . I pounded my breaks and his body rolled onto the street. He removed himself from the ground slowly and stumbled off into the darkness. I called for him but he was gone. Not long after, Johnny Law joined the party with warrants and hand cuffs. He found a lot of weed and was pleased to throw me in jail.... hours later i was in the cage with drunk men who snored and farted as they slept. The toilet was filled with shit and piss. On the walls blood had been smeared across various places and the boys in the blue suits drank coffee and smoked cigarettes on the other side.

Posted by TO on 2008-06-30 04:06:24 | Rating: