In order to get into the next trench we had to walk over a giant stone archway which acted as a bridge between the two. As we came up to the top, I was considerably out of breath. Between the weed smoke and all the whiskey coming out of Faulkner's flask, I had become a little bit tipsy. Okay, I was nearly shitfaced. Faulkner, naturally, was unphased by the hike or whiskey. As as we reached the summit, I noticed flowing high in the sky millions of souls swirling about. "What's all this? I thought you said we were only going to be seeing souls that were tortured by demons. Y'know, because they had abused loved ones with their social actions. Who are these people?" Faulkner only stared down at the ground. "I didn't want to tell you about this spot until we reached it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here willingly. This is where people who drink too much go." My spine began to tingle and my eyes grew wide. I took a step back, then another, and made ready to bolt back down the arch. Faulkner grabbed my arm before I could run and I instead collapsed on the ground. I didn't want to look at the swirling souls above us. "It isn't easy for me either kid. We both have a place with those people. They swirl about in the air, staggering around in confusion with no sense or logic to their destination or emotions, just as a drunk would. They act out in sobreity for eternity what they did in their drunkenness while alive." It was some time before I quit shaking and turned to him. "The stoners were one thing. That had never been that big of a problem...but even looking at the place where alcoholics go...I don't know if I can just walk away. I should just jump right fucking in." Faulkner dragged me up and quickly looked around. "Careful! If the demons hear you there will be shit to pay. Remember, if they take notice of us they could potentially hurt you. And I know about the drinking thing, kid. I know more about it than you ever could. C'mon, we're all almost to the entrance to Uni-Mecca." He pulled me along, and we passed underneath the stormy drunks.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Drunkards
In order to get into the next trench we had to walk over a giant stone archway which acted as a bridge between the two. As we came up to the top, I was considerably out of breath. Between the weed smoke and all the whiskey coming out of Faulkner's flask, I had become a little bit tipsy. Okay, I was nearly shitfaced. Faulkner, naturally, was unphased by the hike or whiskey. As as we reached the summit, I noticed flowing high in the sky millions of souls swirling about. "What's all this? I thought you said we were only going to be seeing souls that were tortured by demons. Y'know, because they had abused loved ones with their social actions. Who are these people?" Faulkner only stared down at the ground. "I didn't want to tell you about this spot until we reached it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here willingly. This is where people who drink too much go." My spine began to tingle and my eyes grew wide. I took a step back, then another, and made ready to bolt back down the arch. Faulkner grabbed my arm before I could run and I instead collapsed on the ground. I didn't want to look at the swirling souls above us. "It isn't easy for me either kid. We both have a place with those people. They swirl about in the air, staggering around in confusion with no sense or logic to their destination or emotions, just as a drunk would. They act out in sobreity for eternity what they did in their drunkenness while alive." It was some time before I quit shaking and turned to him. "The stoners were one thing. That had never been that big of a problem...but even looking at the place where alcoholics go...I don't know if I can just walk away. I should just jump right fucking in." Faulkner dragged me up and quickly looked around. "Careful! If the demons hear you there will be shit to pay. Remember, if they take notice of us they could potentially hurt you. And I know about the drinking thing, kid. I know more about it than you ever could. C'mon, we're all almost to the entrance to Uni-Mecca." He pulled me along, and we passed underneath the stormy drunks.
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