Three Days of Whiskey and Wine - 1: The Truth

Pull up a chair kids, and pass that Templeton. I got a story to tell you.

You see the sky Friday night? This is what life was like, 3 days of laughter and sneezes, all weekend long in this ancient city.

The tall, quiet fellow rode into town against the sun as the happy couple scavenged for food along the dumpsters. They could have done better, but the man was antsy, agitated. He kept muttering “Outta time, outta time.” They’ve been out of time for a long time now, but the man hadn’t seemed to figure it out yet.

The quiet one found them as they gathered his scraps and together they climbed the glass tower to watch the sky as it darkened and exploded with color. The three were suitably impressed and passed between them fermented liquids of questionable origin. The tall and quiet one declined his companions’ offer of nourishment.

Once the sky quieted down, the three scampered to the couple’s hovel. Standing on the roof, they howled and danced under the moonless night to the cracking and popping of their bones and distant explosions. Rum flowed like urine. Eventually, they tired of such ecstasy and spoke to one another about the nature of heroes and kings until sleep nibbled them to a deeper sort of unknowing.

Time continued to slip by as the first day came to an end.