Chapter 6 - Induced
Chapter 6 Induced Puharick’s words fold in my hand as I stuff it into the outer pocket of my jacket. As the rain hits me, the door on my van closes and I begin the push to the door of the Daylight Donuts on 3 rd . Rain has never been what I wanted it to be. Too unapologetic. Too self-centered. It mobs me as I fight myself to show no interest. It fucks my ankles, my neck, my hands and Puharic’s deeper meanings, now bleeding at first contact, or not bleeding but translucent, pretending unaffectedness. I walk an extra ten feet to avoid hopping onto a slimy curb, and right about when I want to start swinging at the rain, I make it to an eve. The door is off, a lot of things are changing, but too soon, too fast, too much change, Jesus, “pull” and it doesn’t even need to say it out loud. Its destiny is distracted by a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and a Bud Light Sticker from the 80’s and so much small Stickerage and Signage, and ...