Ever get that awful feeling that there are "things" ??

Here, we find ourselves again. Not so much on the cusp of greatness as looking down the barrel of swollen feet and a nagging suspicion of nearby dreadful events. I found myself taking the wrong fire-escape and was upset to learn of its wrongness and to look back at the closed door of my passed-out friend. I was in an entryway facing a huge gate. It was terrible. I was doomed. Where could i go? I sat a moment and tried to look at my situation from a great height. I could see nothing but the whirling smoke and the breaking news. Gone, i tell you. The absolute terror of being trapped there in the dark caused me to try climbing over the gate. There was a serious tearing of the palms and much screaming. I failed. Left there to ponder and gasp at my surroundings.

Close by there was a shaft of light from a metal door. Possibly an escape. I opened it and found it to be a storeroom for a chinese restaurant. Maybe one of the owners would come and open the gate. In the meantime i helped myself to a jar of shezwan sauce and a large bottle of chilli sauce. I stuffed the shezwan in my s****y biker jacket and being quite cold took a hit from the chilli. The Jameson i had pushed to my liver was angry at me. I found a beer keg and sat down.  There were voices of late-night people over the gate and from windows above.

There was happiness in those voices. All enjoying their night out while i drank chilli sauce in the dark. I wished death, broken balls and vaginas and knee-caps on them. Psoriasis for their happy faces. It was obvious i would die there in that entryway. I began to write my story on the wall with a piece of glass and realised it was the worst story ever told. A tale of unrest, shuffling amongst b******s, a dread of the sea, hot-plates, lifts with strange farmhands, uncertainty as regards the government and dole checks, shallow streams, haunted houses, dragging movies with poor acting, the perpetual nightmare, the ripped asses of jeans, the ugly shopkeepers, the shifting carpet.  All at once, i saw it all and nothing beyond the gate