I could feel the twenty degree wind slice through the bandanna wrapped around my face that night. My head resting on the windowsill of the old Chevy, glaring unblinkingly up into the sky, letting the blurred streetlights slice cleanly through the stars and power lines. The chauffeur, escorting his 3 restless passengers down the back roads of the small city. The destination, a decrepit little gas station sitting off, out of view from the main road, with just enough concrete for a few drunken delinquents to get some skateboarding in without being hassled.
The stereo blasts loud metal music, i am apparently the only one of us who had not heard it before, but that's nothing special to me. Everyone in the vehicle is screaming along, nobody knowing what is actually being said, which brings a smile to us all. Passing a defiled road sign, I know the makeshift park is close by and right myself in my seat, as does everyone in the bed. The truck comes to an abrupt stop behind the building and we all pile out towards the pump islands with our boards in hand. The driver stays behind for a moment and preps the stereo to keep playing while we vent our frustrations on our trucks and wheels.
I remember taking a wrong fall, landing on my back, and trying to catch my breath when the sound rang out from behind us. It was coming from the truck, a song that sounded so awkward and interesting, i had to inquire about it. As i took the hand that helped me to my feet, i said "What song is this?", and my friend had no idea as well (he had not been the one who made the cd). I quickly lost interest and went back to abusing myself, and taking regrettable dares. It was only after what seemed like an hour (but was actually 4 hours) had passed, we all grew tired and sore, and boarded the old truck again to head home. Coming back into my own sobriety, i remembered the song i had been humming all night, and skipped around on the cd until i found it again. It played all the way home, as i sat back in the seat and nursed my recent wounds. I turned to head into the house and shouted "What's the name of this song?", and the last thing i remember hearing before the creaking of the door closing was "Black Thunder". And the rest was lost.
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Well I can say I have not had a memory like this it sounds painful. But the song and the music sounds interesting and when I listen to it I’ll make sure I am sitting safely in a chair (ha ha). But you have to say that is a memory you well never forget because of the pain that was caused while listening to the music. Hopefully it’s not this painful when you listen to a knew favorite song.
ReplyDeleteGreat dialog, this really held my interest and sometimes that’s hard to do. I like your depiction of what was going on around you, and how you tied it all together. How you were feeling and the atmosphere that was what really kept me reading. Hope you found out what the song was.
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