My head hung down low between my arms, as slaver slowly dribbled down my lips and out my mouth; my mouth was slightly ajar; my eyes were slightly ajar; my soul was…
I wondered what my hair looked like. I was in an ever familiar alleyway, and at the mouth of this alleyway was the threshold to the rest of the world–––the world that operated by normative behaviors. I tried to look beyond the trashcan, but the light at the mouth blinded me a little; I let my eyes slide down to where they belonged–––looking down.
Oh ya. I had a full bottle of good gin in my pocket–––too bad it was only like a pint. I drank half of it fast, so I could get dizzy faster. Real quick the liquid made itself at home in my gut, and I felt great.
I hid my bottle somewhere on my body and looked into the dumpster (that's what they're called!).
"Hey you! Wake up!" Some girl was sleeping straight up in the dumpster. I felt silly and good. I wondered what my hair looked like."Wake up you girl! WEIRD!"
I walked to the mouth of the alleyway. I straightened my clothes and pushed my hair back; I was too bearded I think.
Man, I walked with some swag. I walked hard. I walked upright and straight (in my head that's how I looked). Some magical sparkles settled on my baby blues (my eyes had magically turned blue); they let me see everything at the same time, and everything was beautiful.
Fuck. I gotta go look good. I looked up at the sky and saw millions and billions and trillions of white angels flying around, making the sky white with specks of screaming blues…happy blues…not sad blues, as are common.
Luckily, nobody knew me in this town.
The angels began to sing a One Republic song, so I started dancing down the streets; oh there were many people everywhere; I mean it musta been New Yok or sumthin.
I was happy dancing the streets, when one twirling, falling angel caught my eye. The angel floated and twirled down the sky like a falling feather, but a little faster and more gracefully.
Drunkenly, I stared transfixed and soaked in happiness. I could feel my face having a sagging, drunken, happy disposition. I musta looked like a drunk Disney cartoon. I stumbled back and almost fell before leaning against a damn wall. My drunk eyes followed the angel. It flowed toward me. Its eyes were black.
BAMO. The motherfucker landed right in front of my drunk ass. The people that flowed like a river of flesh avoided us on the sidewalk and thus walked around us.
Me: "Your…your…your eyes are…they're pretty…black huh?" I pointed right into the angel's face.
The Angel: "They are black diamonds. Dance your ass right back to that trashcan. Do you even remember where you were or what you did before you were at that trashcan?"
Me: "Why…yes I do…no I don't…yes, that's right…I don't remember at all. I was just gripping the…the…the…the…the…the trashcan, and I think I was almost gonna puke, but I feel real good right now."
The Angel: "Well, you're almost about to forget everything again. Go back to the trashcan. Finish your bottle and lie down inside the trashcan with the woman. Keep her warm. Didn't you see what she was wearing?"
Me: "Barely anything at all, actually…I think…if I remember, no?"
Angel: "Yes."
Me: "You're beautiful Angel. I can easily dance my way back there."
Angel: "Thank you. You're beautiful too. Now don't fucking ruin this. Hurry up, and get in that damn trashcan before the cops find you. I'm telling you the right thing to do."
Me: "Okay, bye pretty angel with black diamond eyes."
Angel: "Bye Danny. Take care you fool."
Me: "Yes…yes…yes…yes."
I danced fluidly back to the trashcan as the angel made its way back to the amazing ocean of angels that covered our sky. The color of sky was angels. I got to the trashcan and looked in, "Hi weird girl." Oh shit I was feeling pretty drunk. I took the bottle out of my jacket and drank the 75% that was still left in it. I threw the bottle into the dumpster. Getting dizzy (in a good way) I took off my jacket and threw it over the young woman. I found I had another jacket on underneath the one I had just taken off.
I clambered into the trashcan I stood up on the soft trash bags and cardboard; it was all relatively clean; good I thought, very good. I reached over and brought the lids down over us. Just then I heard sirens pass down the street, and then just then after that I heard rain begin to fall, but we were safe. I hugged the woman and fell asleep or passed out or blacked out.
"Wake up, man."
"Huh? Oh hi. Are you okay?"
"Did we…?"
"No," I grabbed my head, "No we didn't do anything. An angel told me to come lie down with you in here."
"You don't remember me?"
"Nope. Are you okay?" I felt better already. Maybe I was still drunk.
She cuddled up, "You'll remember me and everything later. Let's sleep some more."
"Yup," I closed mine eyes, and I was gone into a deep good sleep and she smelled good. Maybe the angel made this a good smelling dumpster or maybe her smell took it all away or maybe it just didn't smell in here.
"Hey," I whispered into her ear.
"Yes?"
"I want to like everything you like."
"I want to like everything you like too."
"Okay. And I want to love you."
"You already love me. You'll remember everything later."
"Do you love me too?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Goodnight."
"Goodnight. We'll be safe. Thank you for not leaving me in here."
"Well, I just listened to the angel."
"Thank you for listening to the angel."
"Did you know angels make up the color of the sky?"
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
