14 August 2011
The Summer I Drank Cider Every Day
More cider last night. This time Irish. Magner's. Tall cans. One day someone will ask me, "Remember that summer when you drank cider just about every day?" To which I will answer, "No."
Last night, the party over, I picked up the cooler that is attached to me like an invalid's wheelchair from what had become a dark corner of my host's patio. That was when I felt like I had been stabbed. In the hand. I dropped the cooler, on my foot of course, and howled in pain.
I looked at my hand as did a couple other people whose willingness to make my pain even more unbearable with various squeezings and bendings reminded me why not that many people are cut out for first aid. "You've been bitten!" one of them concluded.
We looked on the ground for my assailant but could not find anything. I wanted to kill something in revenge. Anything. There was nothing on the ground we could see that wanted to fucking die. Some fanged thing was digesting my blood in the dark and there was nothing I could do about it. Waves of pain continued to shoot through my hand like I was being electrocuted.
That was when I realized a few people were looking at me like I might be some kind of a god damn pussy or something. I sucked it up, had Sonja bring the cooler to the car, after we inspected it with a flashlight for fanged night creatures and we drove home.
Had to use my left hand for driving, the right one was still very painful. About half way home the fanged creature's venom began to take hold of me. I began hallucinating. Hairy winged Anne Murrays flew through the darkness and across the face of the full moon. All the roadside trees were now festooned with giant scrambled alphabets. My speedometer read 260. I was watching myself die over and over again like it was something that happens every second of your life, which it probably would be, if the sky were truly full of bat-winged Anne Murrays.
This morning, as I drank coffee and made almond butter chocolate chip cookies, I thought about what happened. Jesus Fuck. I wanted to be bitten again by the fanged beast, whatever it was. I was hooked but I had no supply. I was screwed.