5 January, 2019
It was 3 a.m. on the second day of March and the moon was waxing, gibbous, and full of rainbow. I was walking down the Rue de Esquimalt, tripping on my feet but also on whatever madman’s panacea, whatever twisted elixir was coursing through my veins at the time. I can’t remember what it was called. I can’t remember who gave it to me. Might’ve been Dan–Dan’s always good for the bad, bad shit. The stuff that makes your eyes spin like kaleidoscopic whirlpools and gets the dandelions talking. I think Dan gave it to me. Did I see Dan that day? No, Dan’s been in the slammer for months. Or was he the one that OD’d back in December? That seemed more like Dan.
I don’t remember who gave me the stuff but I was walking down the Rue de Esquimalt.
No, we don’t call it that even though the french school–a big blue monstrosity made almost completely from corrugated metal sheets like some kind of aluminum ocean–sits right behind the Shopper’s Drug Mart on that street. No, we don’t speak French here.
Let me start over.
It was 2 a.m. on the second day of May and the moon was waning, crescent, and winking at me. I was walking down Esquimalt Road, tripping on my feet but also on whatever madman’s panacea, whatever twisted elixir was coursing through my veins at the time. I was wearing my denim jacket and my tattered pair of blue high-tops, the one’s I was wearing when I kicked Johnny Z’s teeth in last summer at his sister’s birthday party after he caught the two of us fucking in the toolshed.
I guess you could say I was nailing her.
I guess you could say I was hammering her.
I guess you could say I was drilling her.
I guess you could say–
But enough about her. She doesn’t fucking matter.
It was 4 a.m. on the second day of Saturnalia and the moon was new and ignoring me like Donna Z three days after her brother caught us fucking in the toolshed at her birthday party. I was walking down the…the…
Where was I?
I was walking down the Rue de Esquimalt, tripping on my feet and the sweet-and-sour sauce that was mingling with my blood. I was leaving from someplace and most likely going someplace but instead, I ended up at that Shopper’s Drug Mart, the one that was open until midnight.
I guess it was before midnight then. Shit.
Okay, get it together. Deep breaths. Clear your head and just tell it. Tell the story.
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