It seems I’ve been experiencing some very strange things lately not easily explainable.
Take this for example. Sara is kissing me, she’s kissing my cheek it is still dark and I am being pulled out of sleep by her dry lips and voice, it’s six, you should get up for work baby, she’s yawning, I turn over and look at the clock on the bedside table, rub my eyes and stretch out my knees, they crack, pop pop. Cigarettes, I’m out of them. This thought gets me going because I want to have time to stop at the gas station before work. I get up, pull on clothes, head out. The cashier knows me, as soon as I walk in he turns around to grab my smokes of choice. Before I reach the counter though these two guys walk in, maybe mid-twenties, one big and tough, one smaller. I catch the big one’s eye, and I see something, I don’t know quite how to explain it Denny, but it was a look of pure madness, unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Before I know it he is pulling out a gun and I feel a sensation, like something really bright and hot on the back of my neck, then my teeth are flying out of my mouth towards rows of candy bars and I am on the ground leaking from my head, sinking slowly into my own thick red goo. At that point everything goes white for a moment, but only for a moment, cause almost immediately my eyes are opening, Sara is kissing me, she is kissing my cheek and I am being pulled out of sleep and she is saying, it’s six, you should get up for work baby, and I do, and I’m still out of cigarettes, but I figure I can go a day without them for once, it’s probably good for me.
There are other things too, like my fingertips will get real tingly out of nowhere. This might sound minor in comparison to getting shot, but when it happens it’s almost as if they’ve become antennas. It’s as if electricity is entering them, like they are picking up on different signals. I’ll be at the kitchen table eating cereal and suddenly I’ll hear crackling like the radio does, then people yelling, FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER, or, LEAVE THIS HOUSE AND DON’T BOTHER COMING BACK, it’ll only last for a few seconds, the sound is coming from inside the house, right where I sit, but there’s no one there, Sara’s out shopping and I check to make sure that the radio and TV are off and they are. There’s nothing playing on my phone either. And it corresponds with moments when my fingertips tingle. This is just one example.
I’ve tried telling Sara about these things but I don’t want to scare her. We have this neighbor, John, he’s the type to always be out on the lawn or in his garage fiddling with something. The other day I’m walking to the liquor store and he’s out front with a power saw cutting up a bunch of scrap metal. Hey John, I wave, glancing past him, but then something catches my eye - a big piece of rusty metal is lodged into his head. Hi there, he calls back, chipper, and I see now that the metal is coming in at one temple and going out the other. I keep my cool, continue walking. What else would you have done Denny. When I got home I mentioned this to Sara and she said is this the booze talking. Then she went into the bathroom to blow dry her hair. But I was sober, when I saw John like that.
Oh I almost forgot. About a month after getting shot, or whatever it was that happened, I’m walking downtown and I see a big tough looking guy and I recognize him immediately. We are approaching each other on the sidewalk, and when we pass I look him in the eye, I give him a quick head nod and he gives me one back, and we continue on towards our respective destinations. As you can imagine my heart is beating out of my chest but I keep my composure. It’s like nothing ever happened. But it was him, the guy who shot me, I’m sure of it. I don’t know what to think.
Anyways, that’s generally what’s going on with me. I won’t bore you with the rest of it. How are things. Please say hi to Diana for me.