DOST Bİr DEV
I couldn't sleep knowing there was a strange woman in my living room. Margo. If that's even her real name. I didn't know what to believe anymore.
What to think. What to think.
I remember being a child and hearing my parents talk to someone. Someone up in the sky. I never saw them. And, I never heard the person answer. I think it is what people used to refer to as "god." It's not a term I am familiar with. We learned about different gods in school when I was just a boy, but they were all part of an old timey gypsy mysticism that has been long since forgotten. I wonder. Could this strange woman with the rain be god? Is god lying on my couch covered in rain, sounding like maple syrup?
I think god just shit her pants a little into my favorite spot on the couch.
I laid in bed for hours wondering how this all happened. We were supoosed to just play some habberdilly in the park today. Nothing special. I had my racket restrung this past week by the pro down at the shop in the market and I have been up for a game since Key last shut me out three in a row.
I'm not going to sleep tonight. I already know it.
I can hear Key moving around in his room next to mine. I tapped lightly on the wall twice. I always tap twice, never three times. This had become somewhat of a routine for Key and I throughout the many years we have lived together. Four knocks back. Never five.
I sat up in my bed awaiting my good friends arrival to my room. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed our favorite nighttime I CANT SLEEP bong and packed it with some fresh Caspians Breath we harvested a few weeks back. It isn't finished curing yet, but I can never wait to try something new.
"May I enter?" Key said, as always, knowing full well he could enter. He was old fashioned that way.
"Entrée vous." I muttered in between breaths while ripping through the drawer to my nightstand. "I'm trying to find the davinci, I don't know where I put it."
"Should I grab more off the back porch?" key asked referring to the cannabis plants that we lined along the back wall of our screen porch. They were hanging there awaiting their final resting place in our lovely purple jars.
"AHA!" I exclaimed, holding up the resin coated wonder. "Here she is!"
I started to break it up and pack it in to the bong. I like to pack one hitters. Nothing I hate more than a full packed bong to pass around. By the third hit it tastes like absolute shit and hurts my throat. I'm a snob when it comes to very few things in life. Weed is one of those things. And I'm not ashamed of it.
I wasn't quite sure how to bring up the subject of "god" with my good friend tonight. It's not something we have ever discussed before. So I never brought it up. I didn't want to end up having even more questions that I couldn't possibly get any answers too.
Key was sitting in my favorite armchair, pulling gently from the blue opium stone in his hand. We could both hear Gayandi and his lovely jazz guitar music as we closed our eyes basking in the clouded moonlight that surrounded us. It was an epic moon this evening. Haunting almost. It was low enough to reach up and pluck right from the sky.
"So, what should we do with her parky?" Key asked. He sounded unsure for the first time since the strange womans arrival. I could tell he too had been up all night thinking about the girl in our living room. The girl with the rain, and no answers.
"I'm not sure old friend. I think perhaps we should wait until morning. It's a purple sun tomorrow. Purple suns always bring a good day." I said as I sat there thinking about God still. I didn't want to sound like a crazy old fool so I never brought it up. But I wanted too.
Key was getting comfortable in Gayandi's armchair. He stretched all the way out, which was a feat in our old age. Key was a very large man. Especially for the time we choose to live in. He stood well over six feet tall. The average height in Mercer street in the time we've chosen (or rather, that chose us) is a little over five feet tall. So Key was a giant. A friendly giant at that.
"I can't smoke this thing anymore parky, I'm going to roll a joint." Key said. "You want in?"
Key always rolls the most fun joints. He can roll them to be pretty much anything you could imagine. I remember once when we were young lads, He rolled a Pyramid joint. I don't know how he did it, still to this day. There was over a pound of grass in that joint. It burned up in six hits. I have always wanted to be that high again, but he never rolled another pyramid joint.
"When do you think she will wake up?" I asked my dear friend and roommate.
"Im not sure, but I've already decided to start making noise around six." He said in a mischievous tone.
I could tell he was up to something. I knew he wanted to fuck her. But I think maybe there might be more to it. Maybe he could love her. I wanted that for Key. My friendly giant pal. I don't know that I have had a truly happy day since my Grace left this realm and went into the next.
I feel joy sometimes. But it just coats the sorrow. It never replaces it. I try to imagine loving again and it just doesn't seem possible. Grace was the most wonderful person I had ever known. She had the biggest heart I could find in any time or place. She was one of a kind. A true child of the stars. And she had big beautiful blue eyes. No one has blue eyes anymore. I might be the last person with blue eyes left. I think that's why everyone tells me I'm beautiful. Because my blue eyes are the only two left in existence.