I'm a warm body to occupy a seat on certain days during particular hours. I'm no more different than the Stay In Lane sign I speed past on certain days during particular hours. I am not wired to think of weeks. I'm galactically dense on how to view life as 3 squares, 6 packs, 9 lies, 12 gates. Hard to be grounded when all is up in the air. The pair of dimes I keep in my pocket lets me know what's real. I've got my lucky scars to thank for that.
Dana tells me to keep that fucking door shut. She says every time I come back through it, I'm a different person. I ask her why's the door there if not to be opened? It's a gateway to ruin, Dana says, and you've never been able to leave the dead alone. Stay clear for once. For me. Shadows are a comfortable fit, I say. They make me look thin. I always look better once the light's gone out.
Picture the journeys we've embarked upon that have led us to this aisle, staring up at the same title, wondering if we've found that lost thing we could never quite nail down. What is found was never lost. Let go of the illusion of going with the flow. We agreed upon this meeting place -- we set a date -- to wander aimlessly simultaneously so we'd end up in this story, second from the left, just within reach but touching the sky, nestled among the stacks of remembrances. The hour was noted before we were born. This is how to find what you didn't know you needed.
Gary's less stressed these days. The lights he used to see when he closed his eyes now follow him around like fireflies. Those firefly-like lights create a shimmery rooster tail in Gary's wake as he makes his way through the Food Court. Even the tinkling ring of cat bells, once confined solely to Gary's auris interna, replaces the mall's Muzak loop of 80's pop hits. Gary's feeling more in his skin than ever before. He credits this new-found sense of wholeness to his two daily 6 oz doses of apple cider vinegar and the intriguing vixen he pretends to ignore who, Gary assumes, is writing something of major significance. Gary's Great Secret, which once weighed upon his entire being and made it really hard to take deep, vivifying breaths, is about to be blown wide open. All he has to do is gather up his gumption and approach the aforementioned writerly vixen and tell her he's been having ...