the road rage at twenty nine palms
The end of life. Quite an extraordinary crossroads to find one's self at.
We were on the run from ourselves and others, but so far we had succesfully evaded them all. Through blood soaked eyes our vision is red and obscured, mostly just shades of red between the blowing dust in the blast furnace winds. The sound of our hearts beating reverberated with the helicopters overhead.
The day started off innocenty enough for Carlota and myself, we were driving through the desert looking for something different. From the way this all unfolds i would suspect we had found it. We were tired, hungry, and desperate, but none of that mattered because we were in love. So we drove deep into the no man's land where outside the heat would take your breath away. It would take more than that too, if you let it. We weren't on a mission to yield to mother nature or father in heaven, just on a mission to prove our love to each other.
Person in the silver jeep pulled out of the roadside cafe onto the bleak highway in front of us, we must have looked like a mirage cooking on the road for she obviously did not see us. We plowed into her at well over the speed limit, causing major damage to her vehicle and ours. The license plate on the back of her jeep was personalized and read; "GODSJEP". As we collected ourselves, i questioned the spelling of her personalized plate to Carlota, why would GOD have a JEP and not a "JEEP". Afterall GOD is GOD, you would think he/she could afford the extra "E" in Jeep? We looked into the JEEP and behind the steering wheel a lady was slumped back with her eyes and mouth open, blood streaming from an open gash in her head. We stared at her for a few minutes, and then back at the wreckage that was our own vehicle, and then decided that now would be a good time for a lunch break. After what sounded like several gunshots going off, we headed through the blowing sand into the roadside cafe while the two vehicles burned outside on the highway.
The hostess seated us near the back of the cafe, which was cool and inviting, and had an oddly youthful staff. All of them were very clean and polite, much not what one would expect for someone of their age at this location. I ordered a large schooner of cold beer, followed by another, while Carlota would order lemonade with her meal. We stared lovingly into each others eyes while salads were brought to the table and the finest assortment of new wave and early alternative pop music played over the speakers. Some of the songs we both knew well, others were a bit more challenging, but all were appreciated and sounded very refreshing.
Around the cafe most of the patrons ate their food in an odd silence akin to someone who'd missed their way home. The older couple a few tables down ate their dinner without ever speaking a word, just staring off into space as if together they were alone. The large man and his little boy sat down at the table across from us, the man would listen patiently as his boy would talk about random things a child would talk about. Eventually the large man would reveal to his child that he had intended on keeping a certain promise he had made when the boy was born, that today would be the day to fullfill that promise. The more cold schooner's of GOD'S ALE i would drink, the more relaxed in the sounds i would become.
Watching in a trance,
the crew is certain.
Nothing left to chance,
all is working.
Trying to relax
up in the capsule
"Send me up a drink."
jokes Major Tom.
The count goes on...
Around the cafe, an extraordinary event was taking place before our eyes. Carlota point this out to me, though she wouldn't have to. The young waitress appeared with our meal, in the nude, and smiled as she asked us if we needed anything else. The large hippopotamus at the table next to us spoke to his young hippo calf that today would be their day. The calf grunted and snorted in approval/excitement. The older couple a few tables away were still not talking, but at least they were smiling at what seemed to be each other. In her hair the older lady wore a hat with roses, swarming around the floral arrangement were bees. They say you shouldn't kill bees anymore. But that did not stop the birds from landing in her nest and one of them became very protective of the eggs from other birds that would occasionally swoop down to try and eat. Back in the kitchen one of the cooks had accidentially set himself on fire, the other cook urinated on him to help put out the fire, they'd both laugh about it and go out back for a smoke. I took a large gulp of my ale and ordered another from the naked waitress.
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling, calling home...
The pigs began to file into the cafe in a most orderly fashion. The older lady cried out as her flesh began to disappear, layer after layer, until she was reduced to bones and then into dust. Her husband removed her crown and then put it on his own head, and continued to stare off into the distance without saying a word.
Outside the fires raged in the barren land that God had forgotten. Despite the oasis we'd found, we could only turn off the ugliness for a little while. Helicopters circled overhead like vultures awaiting a kill. I held Carlota's hand tightly as we layed on the charred ground, she spoke not a word with her eyes shut and her lifeless body a testament that God still had one last score to settle. In my other hand, a gun, for i could not pray away the agony and pain but i would not succumb to the approaching posse.
Music really was that much better back then...