I feel my shoe stick to gum in the walmart parking lot a little and when I lift it up, its the exact color of the car Im standing by, it kind of defineded me, hard to explain, the gum and the color of the beetle were neon green. these should have been mine, I wanted both of them, the gum was delicious but it was only supplement to the beetle. I guess both being supplement to the stretch of mountain i drive across as well. chewing my gum, a little sun, alotta sun i mean, cruisin across the side of the mountain over lookin some town id never seen before, god it looked boring, and i couldn contain myself. A chapel is close to the center of the town and as i drive around the side of the mountain rays of sunshine try to penetrate the shades i bought at the gas station a few miles back. The dashboard of the car is clean, not shiney, but its spotless it kind of surprises me. Old jazz is on the radio. Ill just let it play for now, i dont mind, no one to impress or hear me at all. I could scream at the top of my lungs if i wanted too i guess. I had time on the side of the mountain. Whats down there? Maybe ill meet someone down there.. Am i even going down there to that town? id been up a while but i didnt see much point in pulling over because i wasnt too tired, maybe restless but hell. Ive been in that club for a while now. I know the car isnt gonna give me any problems, a guy just knows things like that at a time like this. Im ok for a while. Its hard to see around the bends and curves of the highway scaling the mountain side but my arms are swaying with the road, it feels like im over doin it, but im driving like i knew the pavement and drove it a thousand times before. I dont really like the idea of leaving the side of the mountain. Whats to come? It couldnt be this nice, that just wouldnt make too much sense at all. I never really liked jazz before, but who the hell is this guy on the radio matter of fact? Heh, I dunno, but he sounds good though. Theres a tunnel ahead. I cant help but smile because I knew there was gonna be a tunnel. Ive never been so excited in my entire life. The tail pipe backfires, something like a roman candle, you know, like on the fourth of july when you almost caught the sleeve of your hypercolor t shirt on fire, it makes me laugh a little, because you dont even exist.. I mash the squeeshy gas peddle on the bug and fire through the lightless tunnel, the gas doesnt really catch until a few seconds into it and then i really take off. I start to bounce in the green volkswagon because the struts are old and im goin close to 80 now. Driving like a stretch armstrong with a steering wheel thats fixed to turn with the tar road under me. Damn this is a good road, smooth even for this old car. I emerge out of the tunnel and the bend curves down to the left and before i know it im on the main street of the town below the mountain. What the hell is going on? Everyone walking in the town is in suits from the 50s or something, and there simutaniously snapping to the beat of the jazz coming out of the radio in the car. I try to turn it down a little but anything i do with the radio just seems to make it louder. With every horn burst in the song the white collar business men on the street do a ballay jump and throw there arms out from their side. And they start throwing their suit cases to eachother and twisting about like there professional dancers. What the hell is going on? Im idling through the towns main street like im on its a small world in florida and no matter which way i cut the wheel I continue down the small road of the town. Theres a guy with a hitchhike thumb out and hes pulsing it to the song on the radio. Theres also a few homless guys on the side of the road that mimick washing windows and throw there hips on the off beat. Women cuff there mouths and point to clothes on mannequins that sit in the display windows of the shops in unison to the left. The bug then comes to an immediate hault and the driver side door swings open, but not so hard that it closes agian. I sit for a moment but as i look in my rearview mirror i see the towns people snapping to the beat of the song while they slowly walk towards the back of my car. I couldnt think of anything else to do but exit the vehicle, and as i do my feet hit the ground like there was a magnetized force that jolted through my legs and pumped them with the music, something like elvis, and i have a deep desire to through my right hand out like i have a yoyo and it seems to snap by itself. I understood now, I looked around at the people surrounding my car and i could just tell that they knew the way i felt. i could just tell by the way they were looking at me and snapping, snapping like i was. they slowly point towards the coffee shop as i start to make my way towards the entrance, snapping my fingers with the steps i take towards the door. i go inside and see the manager pushing his hips to the side and snapping his fingers with both of his hands, and this guys really freakin happy to see me. i walk into the coffee shop and the manager pulls a donut out from the counter and starts to frail it in the air to the sound of the trumpet blasts in the old jazz toon. Who made this song its so damn good, i cant believe my ears anymore, let alone my eyes. I start sliding around on the tile to the beat of the song like an olympic skater, throwing one fist out, and then the other, and then the manager says, Why are you still reading this?.. Your an idiot..
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 12:02:57 +0000
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