I�m waking up yet again. This is a time I can�t ever forget, and I�ve decided that I do it so much that this is the reason for my good memory. This time, looking around, its different than my room. Or is it my room? I can�t imagine anybody knowing. I pull my one sheet up to my chin and worriedly look around the room. My breathing slows down and I hear the ocean. I smell the ocean. I get up finally and slip out of the white bed. Where are my clothes?
As I walk over to the dresser, I think about where I am. I look at the phone with the blinking light, the door with a peep hole, the lamps screwed to the wall, the television without a VCR, and I see the second bed, that is perfectly made.
When I open the white dresser, using both hands to open it, I see a bible. Hmm, and a gun. A silver gun so clean that I can see my reflection in it. It�s a mirror, its so clean. I walk into the bathroom that is across from a closet with little space in between. The bathroom has a new soap and a clean shower with three towels on two racks. Each towel has a familiar icon. I go back to pick up my gun. I hope it�s my gun because its so fricken cool. Hmm, its loaded. I put on someone�s clothes, and look at the bed that I slept in.
Before I walk out, I hear someone screaming at the manager of the hotel. She�s screaming so damn loud that I can hear her through the walls. I open the door and walk out, but before shutting the door, I look for my key and my gun. Ahh, got �em.
I walk down to the Lobby and wait. I sit down, turn on the TV in the little living room area where a fat old man is sitting. He sits with his luggage around him. �Vacation ending so quickly?� I ask.
�No, We�re being kicked out, I saw you see my wife screaming at the manager, pal.�
�Oh, sorry �bout that, I didn�t see you.�
To avoid further contact, I walk outside to see everybody screaming in the enormous swimming pool. Wow, I remember this pool. When I was a kid, I used to swim in it all the time. I get an idea, and run out to the front of the hotel. Ahh, bringing back many childhood memories, I see �Treasure Island Inn.� I love this place. When I go back inside to go to the pool again, I meet my driver. �Ready, Freddy?�
I give a smirk to his lame joke, �Yeah.�
As we drive, I use the wine in the back seat to my advantage. I love the taste, the smell, the everything. I let out a sigh and a laugh. Looking outside the window I see the exotic world of Florida, my dream home, and where I am. Why, I have no idea, was I in a hotel? Odd. The world is so sick though, I�m goin someplace I don�t wanna go, though I have forgotten where I�m going. Ooh a hooker!
She gets into my mind now. I�ve never had a hooker. Men, we all look at the best looking thing. If there�s two women in a room, who�s sexier? Usually there�s always been only one sexy woman to me. But this hooker was wearing a skanky red dress that started filling my mind. A blue car goes by, reflecting snow and coldness. Damn, I look bad out into the street filled with exotic cars, women, and even cute kids walking. I take another big swig of alcohol. The driver slows down and I get out to walk around. �I love you,� he says. I turn around and squint my eyes. My walk is messy. I almost trip myself with my own foot.
I start bobbing my head because I can�t even hold it up. Moaning, I see all the colors of the cars get blurry. All these colors form a collage in my mind as I slip out of the world past rainbows of all the colors and then the sunshine. That�s so beautiful. I�m flying now, through a sea of color, nothing else until the blues catch me like an ocean. I�m not wet though. Lighter blues take me away and form�ice sickles. Wow, I�m in a cave, and I recognize this cave, I�ve seen it before. A red and blue parrot flies by me, something that definitely doesn�t want to be in this cold cave. This cave really only looks cold.
�A penguin. How are you today?� The words slip out of my mouth.
I have clothes on that are actually warm in this cave. Perhaps the steam is keeping this place warm. The ice doesn�t melt though. I laugh at the squawking parrot and then look down to the penguin. �Are you alright?� The penguin asks.
�Of course I am.� This penguin is so friendly that the parrot can rest on her shoulder. Perhaps the parrot is as friendly. The parrot and I talk about movies as the Penguin and I talk about everything else. Soon, the parrot flies off so I can communicate with my friend, the Penguin. I tell this penguin about my experience over the weekend.
This girl was with me that weekend and she and I got together, screwed around a little bit, and then took a walk to go get some ice cream. We walk into the city, I love this city. I look around seeing neon lights everywhere. A movie theater says �THE LORD OF THE RINGS.� The McDonalds M is even colored neon yellow. I look around seeing men smoking and sniffing each other�s PCP while talking about sexual fantasies they had�with each other. I guess they weren�t fantasies. Walking into the McDonalds, this nice man offers us the Value Meal, but we turn it down and only ask for the ice cream.
Walking out, we see �LIVE NUDES LIVE GIRLS� in neon pink. It�s a beautiful sign, believe it or not, sexy, with the red girl blinking, her breasts only revealed with something that looks like a red thong. A beautiful sign. The girl and I seriously consider going in, but just about then, a deafening bang hurts my ears. Then three more come, and they come so fast that I can tell that it�s a machine gun.
The girl jumps out of the way screaming for me to get down, but my reflexes do nothing, I don�t even really notice that they�ve been shooting. I�m too into going into the strip club. The publicity its getting is probably what�s making anybody want to go in. There�s a woman standing out in racy lingerie with a sign saying the same thing as the sign above her. She doesn�t notice the shots fired. Whoa, neither does the cop who just drove by. She jumps out with a shotgun at fires at the men to scare them away�for now.
I turn around to woman who�s screaming in pain �I�ve been hit, get the fuck over here! Help ME HELP ME!�
The neon lights around me get blurry when I�m in a room with her. There�s a bed. This looks like a cheap motel room. A sick room that hasn�t been cleaned. I don�t want to be here, but she�s screaming at me though. �What the fuck was that all about?�
I wasn�t hit at all. I even felt fine after this, I was sure that the city always had thing like that happening. I mean, not even the police cop cared. I tried talking to the police, but not even a hospital cared. She has to change her bandage around her leg. When she gets it off, my stomach turns and I want to go to the bathroom to�nevermind. �Help me out here, will ya?�
The blood drips out too slowly. I kiss her forehead and tell her that everything is alright. She wipes the scarlet liquid from the bed. I see the ash tray on my way out. I turn around to see her struggling with the rag she�s using. I stay the night, sleeping on a chair next to her bed.
�Wow,� the cute penguin says to me. That�s when I lose the image of the neon lights and realize how nice it is in this world of ice. �Well, we didn�t get any work done today�again� I say.
I need to go so I walk into a hazy room where I see neon lights, but nobody�s there. Nobody stayed to listen to me here, well, nobody wants to. I think about this drastically to my satisfaction. I�ve talked to people many times in there, but recently they�ve turned ugly and mean. I don�t even care to go into detail. Walking further I enter a jungle. Green colors and brown colors flood my mind. Soon my ears can smell and my nose hears rain. Light rain and birds squawking make a fine image here. I walk around the pit of sand where I see a man stuck in. I can�t help him, because I�ll get caught too, so why even care? He doesn�t even scream as I walk past him.
I meet up with the penguin later on. �Did you get back at that gang who shot at you?�
�Well, they didn�t hit me and the girl was wounded in the leg. I shot at �em a couple times when I saw them, but I didn�t actually go after them. We�ve all had a bad history,� I tell.
My head bobs back and forth again. I look down myself to see my dressy clothes. I�m wearing a silk button down shirt the color of white, and white pants. No tie, my shirt is foolishly unbuttoned three times. I�m not embarrassed, I don�t care about the way I dress.
The penguin I look at become so blurry that I laugh. She waddles, which is probably her just getting my attention, but she�s got no luck. The hour is over. The rainbows are like roads flying past me. Then the roads end, and I�m left in clouds, flying overhead and fall. I fall�into a dumpster. I look outside, and its too bright. I sober up and look around. �TREASURE ISLAND INN� is focused and I am ready to walk inside, but I can�t.
There�s a shootout on the beach. Haha, this time I have my silver gun. I race to the cars in the distance, though my steps are still wobbly. Knowing I can�t make it, I get a weird feeling that has grown stronger ever since my �fall.� I fall again, but back, and in pain. I must grab my head, oh, I need pressure.
I drag my body off the road and next to another dumpster. Nobody can find my if I push my dumpster into the alleyway. I sit still in the alley, thinking about everything. I saw the woman, she was running towards me, but was shot again. I�m wondering if they killed her. Some of the garbage falls out on me from the dumpster.
From my sitting position, I look up into the sky, and the clouds are pretty and the sun is soon blocked by a hairy man. He grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me up to him. �WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? AREn�T you GONNA SAVE HER? You care about HER, I know YOU do, you maggot, you PENIS, you�person you! You want HER to LIVE, we ALL KNOW it!�
He calms down. �Hey, wanna come back to my crib and hang out?�
�I dislike your �crib.� It doesn�t look like much fun, I mean, that dumpster may be nice to the city, but its shit to me, leave me alone.�
�Oh,� he thinks hard about something. He laughs and said �Sorry, I thought you were my friend.�
I stand up to see the man better. He�s dirty, he has nice clothes, but he�s dirty. His sunglasses make him look cool, but he�s just a bum. I hate bums. To be a nice person though, I give him the number of my hotel.
I run out to face the future, killing one man, but nobody I talk to often. He�s not dead, I see that he�s not dead. Taking his gun from him, I�m able to hit down a couple more, but then I realize that I�m getting hit from behind. �Oh God,� I cry, these aren�t even the right people. These are older citizens of the city that I have no idea who they are. Shooting them was fun, and now that I have the hang of it, BRING ON THE VIOLENCE.
Blood is spat into my face when I hit the nearest one in the chest. Another two go down by the bullets of my guns. One gun is ejaculating bullets quickly while the other makes a *TING*.
I hear the woman scream, but its not in pain. She�s watching the blood circle around me, ruining my white clothes. I hate this violence now, now that its ended. The wounded men around me limp away as I limp towards the girl. �What�s up?� I ask, out of habit.
She stands there and I have no idea what�s going on anymore. She puts her head on my shoulder, and looks at what I�m doing. But where�s her gun?
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