One day when I grow up… I’m gonna eat some L.S.D. and wonder off into the desert until I find a diner.
In that diner… I’ll enjoy breakfast.
Thoughts of the End.
I’m sitting at the bar of the diner.
To my left, sits an old man with a top hat reading a newspaper which is dated 20 years from now. The Front Page says, “FIVE YEARS OF NO RAIN”
I order a coffee and think… “that was some really good acid.”
The waitress returns with the coffee and at that time I order a breakfast fit for a Chandler after a trip which includes: 2 slices of French toast, 2 eggs over easy, 2 eggs scrambled, 2 turkey sausage patties and a blueberry muffin for the walk.
The old man puts his paper down and turns to me.
”You know… people are saying it’s the end of times.”
me: I’ve been hearing that since was this many”
I write out “21” in the powdered sugar on the French toast.
He is wearing sunglasses and I am looking where his eyes should be, but something’s off.
”Well my traveling friend, what if i were to tell you this time… it may be it… what have you to say to that?
me: “this French toast is fuckin delicious want some?”
He laughs. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
”it’s been awhile since I’ve laughed… when you’re burden with what I know… humor well… everything seems dark…”
He turns back to his paper and sets his glasses down…
I study his face the lines in it darkened as if he spent his whole life in the mines, fingers cracked from constant use and the desert heat.
He Turns Back to me and says.
”It is some really good acid… isn’t it.”