Faded I ran out of my apartment across the complex to my mother’s with speed and agility. I knew something was up, and I had to make sure everyone was okay. Man was there lurking with a pistol. I had seen him disembark from a vehicle and sneak towards my mother’s place, or at least I thought I had. I was shaking uncontrollably and having a seizure. What was going on? Was this the beginning of the end? I failed to mention that I was also scantily clad in a towel and it was 4:00 in the afternoon. It was the middle of winter in Dallas. I was as high as a satellite on two tabs of MDMA and about six ounces of prescription codeine syrup, but I was rational, right? I snuck up to the door of my mother’s abode and pressed my ear to it trying to make out something audible. I know I heard talking inside, but why would Man be there and what could he want from my mom who had very little money? I was frightened out of my sanity and my pupil-less eyes bulged out my head as a million paranoid thoughts raced by, one trying to catch up with the other. I decided that Man was in there with someone else even though I had not seen the other person arrive. I needed more evidence so I trounced down the stairs and went around back to try to catch a glimpse of something through the patio doorway. I cursed myself on the way as my bare feet crunched a piece of glass into pieces, which left shards in my heel. I had no time to worry about the blood and pain. After all, my mother and her belongings could be in jeopardy. I peered up through the chintzy venetian blinds, and I swear I saw shadows and movement. I panicked and began convulsing. Why were they there and would they shoot me? Man was known by everyone on the south side as Pimp and respected like a shotgun aimed at your face. He was my friend though, so why would he want to harm me? I needed to call him and make sure, but that reasonable idea was left behind with my clothes at my apartment. Instead, I ran back around towards the door to be certain that my assumptions were true. I almost knocked over the handy man, Jimmy, in the process. Jimmy had known my mother and I for a few years. I told him what was going on, and that he should call the police. He looked at me a little cross-eyed, but obeyed my orders nonetheless. It was about 5:00PM by this time and the world swirled around me. I had forgotten the nature of my eyes and my extremely expedient heartbeat. I did have keys to my mother’s apartment, but would have nothing to do with going inside, as I feared for my livelihood. It seemed like only seconds passed as I glared through the various windows in a trance, yelling upstairs trying to coax Man and the accessory to his evil doing out. I heard the cops pulling up and ran away from the scene, so I wouldn’t catch a stray bullet. I went straight to my apartment and hid inside, looking through the slits in the blinds for answers. Minutes later, Jimmy knocked on my door and instructed me to follow him back towards the apartment. “Did they get ‘em?” I stuttered. “Come on, Joe,” he retorted with obvious disappointment. I crept back towards my mom’s place directly behind him, still fearful that my life was in severe danger. Two officers were waiting below the steps and just as I approached, so did my mother. When she saw me draped in a towel that often exposed my bottom, I thought she might fire a bullet into my cranium. What had I done? One of the officers spoke as my eyes beamed open like an owls, exposing my condition. “Ma’am is this your son?” My mother grit her teeth and shook her head yes. “Well, we got a call that someone had broken into your place and that they were armed and dangerous. We checked the place out and there was nothing inside. Your son alerted Jimmy here and that’s how we are where we are now. We can take your son in if you like, but it looks like you might be able to handle this better than us.” “Thank you officers, for your time. You can rest assured that I will handle this appropriately and it will not occur again,” my mother said firmly as she glared at me burning holes through my head like Cyclops’s laser beams. Jimmy and the officers left, and my mother dragged me towards her house by my ears even though I was nearly 20 years old. Even in my hallucinatory daze, I knew that I deserved this. Now I was more scared than when I thought the gunmen were waiting to make holes in my brain bigger than the ecstasy would. September 2008
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