death trip
RS:
Suddenly, the shuttle bus grew hushed. You could hear the wheels humming down the lonesome Colorado blacktop road. Our transport had become as solemn as an empty church. No human murmurs or casual asides, just stony silence. As the highway turned sharply right, putting the phantasmagoric Gonzo fist out of view, the collective fear of everyone on board was that we had all entered the No More Fun Zone. The Green Light was temporary. The sorcerer was truly gone. The ashes had settled, and only the dark shadow of the valley remained.
Thought about watching a preseason football game the day of the wake - it seemed appropriate - but I ended up avoiding doing anything or thinking about it too much that day...it's funny: the night that I heard he did himself in, I was at a bar. Just couldn't settle in - something didn't feel right. Coming home, as an afterthought I checked Eschaton and there it was...I'm still surprised over how sad all this makes me.
Last post for a bit. Off on a jaunt.
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