The Morning Commute
What the fuck time is it right now? Ten A.M., and I am tired. Paul and I are on a voyage from the studio to my current place of residence. We journey through a magical snowy wonderland not listening to the new Alkaline Trio.
Last nights festivities consisted of an orgy of musical talents making sweet passionate love to my ear drums. This sensational delight lasted until somewhere around two thirty, perhaps three, in the morning. Hence why I am tired and somewhat sore this morning,
Holy shit a cow just jumped onto the hood of the car. HIs hooves tearing throw the windshield like tissue paper. It’s Mooing and shitting all over the place! Paul just put on his new sun glasses, looked at me, and released a cynical laugh. He’s driving the car straight towards a ramp that leads into a cave( similar to something you might see in Mario Cart).
Only what was once seen as a natural cave, is actually a slaughter house. A metal hand reveals itself, and attempts to pluck the now enraged cow from Paul’s motor vehicle. The Cow will not let go and is now viciously bitting Paul’s arms. Paul continues to laugh.
With mer-mintues before my best friends arms are mush, I remove the tooth pick from my mouth and plunge it into the Cow’s eye. I stab and stab, until my whole hand is now in the depths off this “mad” cow’s skull. The Cow relinquishes his attack and floats away in the metal hand.
We now fly out of the other side of the cave. Soaring in the air, in slow-motion, we land on a tropical beech that is scattered with crabs, and boxes covered in question marks. Paul continues to laugh and drives us into the ocean. I’m drowning.
