I'm in a huge
warehouse, adorned with huge hanging
velvet curtains of
purple,
burgundy and
gold, covering the
walls and
ceiling. The place is a huge combination
whorehouse,
strip joint and
sex-toy clearance center. It's like the
Wal-Mart of
sin.
I walk around some of the displays, peering at the
odd items within, some of them quite
colorful and
twisted into
weird shapes. I notice the
live nude girls, walking, dancing, giving
lapdances. I watch the
bodyguards,(the place is full of them) all of them
bald,
bulldog-faced, and staring everyone around them with suspicion,
especially me.
I talk to a
prostitute for a while. She lies on a luxurious
bed, and we're in a
private room. She is wearing velvet gloves. She is very
relaxed. She stretches and smiles a lot, her curly red
hair spills out over the
satin sheets.
She laughs at all my jokes. Maybe I
buy her
services, maybe I don't. I don't
remember.
If I had I think I
would remember.
I go into the
parking lot to leave. A white van is there,
menacing. A
policeman, climbs out. He drags me into the back of the
van and shuts the door. He curses, and spits and seethes. He
threatens and shouts. He grits his teeth. He looks just like the cop from the movie
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, but he doesn't want to
kiss me.
He wants to
frame me for something and haul me in. I knock him out, or I
kill him, I don't
remember. I hide his
unconscious body/
corpse in a
bush.
I'm trying to run away. I
steal the
van, the
unmarked police van. I
steal it. And I drive really
fast. I drive really fast in a
stolen,
unmarked,
police van.
I drive through a
ski-resort. I'm on a
snowmobile. An
unmarked, white
snowmobile. I stop.
My sister is there. She ignores me.
My mother's best friend, since
high school is there. She smiles. She
lectures me. She tells me things I already know. But I am in a hurry. I'm getting antsy and she's smiling and lecturing. Lecturing about skiing, about speed-skating, about safety.
The sky is a fierce, darkest blue, with stars. Hard stars. The slope has rails, with
vibrant colors. Eight colors.
And I'm trying to escape on my
unmarked,
white,
police snowmobile. But she's lecturing about something. Skiing?
Who cares? I have a
van again. An
unmarked police van. It's
white. I disappear down the
slope.
I...
drift.