Swine, more fear and more loathing April 23, 2006Posted by dr. gonzo in DeKalb, Gonzo.
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Midnight approached with liquids free flowing. What was I doing? Enjoying a weekend. But alas, as the police approached all was not well. (more…)
Fear and Loathing in DeKalb March 12, 2006Posted by dr. gonzo in DeKalb, Gonzo.
Wake up. Lose people. Lose friends. In the span of 15 minutes. Drown yourself in Everclear and fresh fruit. Wake up on the floor in a pile of newspaper, perhaps.
Lose another friend, go searching, find nothing.
Find one person who was lost. Surreality. A blur. A person abusing hard drugs in the wee hours of the morning only to scale a wooden wall and be talked down.
Morning comes in a haze of alcohol and sleeplessness. Something attacked in the night, it destroyed almost everything. Nothing was really left. Gaping holes and the remanants of what never was and might have been. And ignorance takes over.
Lies and lies. Piling up beneath. The floor is covered, it is only a matter of time before the joists give out and the basement fills up.
Three eight round magazines ready to load. Fire at will. Blazing rounds of hot ammunition. And they are gone. The haze remains in a cloud of gunsmoke. The smell of powder filling the air and an insane person with Mossberg 500, must think he is a gangsta. The weapon is more Hollywood than Bennifer. And he always carries a pistol, except to church and school and the bar.
This is just DeKalb but it seems not to matter.
But it is all just too strange. Nothing remains and nothing stays the same except for this startling confused look.