's dark.
A terrible darkness. Not one
glimmer of light, a bright dot lost in the universe, nothing. Just a terrible darkness. I try to move
groping and I realize that the space around me is limited.
In any direction you try to move my arms I have only a few inches available.
I have a slight feeling of nausea, as if it were floating.
I try to remember where they are.
Too much confusion in my head.
Too quiet.
Accustomed to the decibels of the Star Wars Bar this deafening silence me.
It 's like if I had a blindfold, plugs of wax in the ears, legs tied and I got shot into space.
I try to remember if that's what happened.
No.
Seeking the latest recall, but only basic information.
My name, Star Wars, the casino Friday night.
Friday night. And 'something.
There is too dark, too quiet.
jolt. Something cold takes my breath away, something cold shoulder from sliding along the right arm. Check
a pain in the neck.
I'm almost pleased. It makes me feel alive. It relieves my anxiety.
The loud music, strobe lights. I'm out of the bar.
Some other piece in this coffin floating in space.
Where am I? Syllabus in my mind.
I'm recovering consciousness. Again that feeling cold, this time down the back.
I move my arms again.
fit the space.
am leaning with my back on something hard. The sides and in front of me other impediments.
I'm in a rectangular container.
I've never been in a coffin, but that by the whole feeling of it.
I believe to be buried alive.
I go into a panic. Waving his arms, kicked.
I feel that my coffin is changing direction. As if I was falling slowly from an infinite height. Now I'm leaning with his face on the cover. Then I find myself upside down.
Finally, slowly, it stops in a horizontal position.
I hear muffled vibrations. The
neck hurts.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work.
The vibrations that feel familiar but I can not place them.
Then a crunching right I tear the eardrum.
Instinctively I try to bring the hand to his ear but the arm bumps into the coffin.
But how did I get in a coffin?
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing the report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend.
Suddenly I recognize that the vibrations are so familiar: it is "Hey Boy, Hey Girl" by the Chemical Bros. A song that always puts Dr. Zeta.
I assume to be close to Star Wars.
Again something cold, this time on the face. Still
the crunch.
crunches, all muffled, dark, music as vibration, as when you're immersed in a tub.
I understand where they are.
I do not know yet what it contains but I understand where they are.
do not know how did I get but I understand where they are.
Shit, shit, shit. I have to get out of here. Back in panic. The crunch on my right, maybe I can exploit that.
begin to hit his elbow on the right wall. Also hit his head.
head. It hurts.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing the report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend. Then go down to ground zero to take two bottles of vodka in stock. Meeting Maga that insults me.
"I heard you, asshole."
Background bulkhead side, finally. I get hit by a cold wave. The box opens like a box of sardines and sea because of the pressure I do not push up without a look at my coffin.
I seem to never arrive. To never reach the surface.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend. Then go down to ground zero to take two bottles of vodka in stock. Meeting Maga appears before me.
"I heard you talk to Vinnie, asshole."
"If you work it merits a report to the lieutenant that I have not done." I say, paraphrasing the words of Vinnie.
The excess, leaving her behind me.
I feel a pain in the neck. Then the dark.
I finally re-emerges and oxygen.
I must have hit in the head and then put in an old wooden furniture to the dishes we had in stock that somehow managed to throw into the sea.
"Out of Control", always Chemical Bros. is finishing up when I cling to the ladder to rescue the barge. Going Vinni feel asking someone where I am.
I would say they are breathtaking.
And then it is not asking me.
"In the bottom of the sea." Responds Maga.
"So I like you!" Replica Vinni.
When I can make the outer edge of the barge I see the hand of Vinni that slips under the skirt of Maga.
"So I like you." Repeats the first to kiss her.
remain drain to watch them, are just behind them.
Then climb over the railing to safety and the two finally become aware of me.
look at me in disbelief.
"I'm going to report you." I tell Maga, quietly.
Then do a wet slap on the cheek Vinni, adding, "but I do it to his wife."
And I walk away as the monster of the lagoon, all wet and with some seaweed hanging from my shoulders.
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