Write about some of the moments from my life in grade "B" movie script style

I was driving so there was no adrenaline, worries or flat tires.
I commented on the fact that there was an Englewood police car about 2 rows over, parked but empty of passengers.
We both went into the building to complete the tasks at hand.
When we were leaving was when things became interesting.
When we walked out the door, I immediately noticed a man and woman officer across the street…looking directly at the both of us.
We turned to the right and walked towards the parking lot.
I could already hear the sirens in the distance and knew that
“It was On”.
We proceeded to the car and soaked it all in.

Some background information is now in order
Colorado has approved Medicinal Pot for certain conditions
And it’s a big controversy.
Some cities are quite upset as clinics to distribute
to people who have been approved or written prescriptions have opened and begun to do business.

And we had just walked out of a building where a brand new
clinic had opened.

The 2 officers
told the family that were walking
on the sidewalk
right next to us to stay on the other side of the street
“Back off”
Is what I heard.
I was 5 feet away…

We went to the car and watched the entire
Englewood police force descend
on the building…
I used to live in Englewood and know the shifts.
within minutes
7 cars and 11 officers had appeared and entered the building,
One with his gun drawn..

I watched the entire event
I really don’t know what to think after seeing such a display of power.
Or whatever it was.
Somehow
I feel as if I
witnessed something that
will become ever more common
and different…

dreams reveal
and dreams confuse.
remembering them is hard
and translating them is tougher.
Try if you must
for the past mixes freely with the present
reality and desire.
I had said I would go get the prescription
from the pharmacy.
From my best recollection,
you had waited for me in the car.
I’m unsure of where we were located.
But dreams flow at their own pace.
They make no sense and perfect sense at the time.
Logical…right?
I was walking down the sidewalk
into the building
and I saw you.
Our eyes locked and we recognized each other.
We walked and talked.
I knew you but couldn’t place the time and location.
I asked.
and you said we met at the club.
we walked closely, touching and touched.
I knew we had met,
but had forgotten the details.
We entered the building
and searched for the pharmacy.
We asked numerous people and received those strange dream type responses.
Very strange,
but it allowed us to become closer…
The details escape me now
but I know I kissed you multiple times and you
eagerly participated.
As the dream fades away
I wished it could have continued forever.
Such is a restful sleep…

The words flow smoothly, the deals sound so good. Like a lightly used car owned by the elderly lady. I know you’ve heard of it. The myth and the Holy Grail.

Case 1.
He knew I was unhappy, desperately. I would have taken a 2nd mortgage on myself to finance the change. He owned a successful business on the west coast.
“Come out here and work for me. Business is good and you’ll do fine”.
I weighed the options.
It would have been good to get away and start anew, But my kids were little, my wife at the edge of mental collapse.
I declined, as chance would have it, he became addicted to Crack and lost everything…even himself for 15 years.

Case 2
Happiness was overflowing from every pore on my body. I was on cloud 9. Events unfolded like I was dreaming but I was alive and awake.
“Transfer up here and start over. Everything will be great”.
That was the general idea. Not exact for I don’t remember anything but the general discussion.
Of course I couldn’t. My job would never allow it. Seriously. That is something that is never allowed, for any reason.
SO I didn’t because I couldn’t.
Soon and at some time later we ceased to be an item.
But distance could nave been the reason.
What if I would have moved and then that had happened?
It wasn’t meant to happen and it didn’t…

Case 3.
The most recent and I really have no idea whether it was accident or on planned purpose.
Me. Heading in on a nice day, done and returning to building.
Him. Coming up behind me in a junky late 70’s early 80’s Chevy pickup.
Me. Stopping at a stop sign on a residential street.
Him. Running into the back of my delivery van.
Me. Getting out and doing the usual assessment. looking, asking for his information, getting ready ti call the center and report
Him. There is no damage. I need to go. No one will ever know.
Me. Yes…It’s true, there is not even a scratch to either vehicle.
But it must be reported.
Him. Livid
Me. Tough. there are procedures that must be followed
Him. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW!
Me. Too bad, I could get fired.

An hour later, police report completed, management comes out to investigate and the whole by the book procedure…He didn’t even get a ticket because no damage.

The next day at work…I find out he is a part time manager’s son.
Yeah…right, no one will ever know.

3 decisions possible.
most likely 3 decisions made correctly…

It is worth absorbing.
A song more than 20 years old and a story line as old as time itself.
The performance is flawless and artful.

Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who is behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of for real are
crumbling from embrace
But still we chase..the shadows
of belief

starting about 1971.
The radio would play a wide variety of genres of music.
Happy songs
danceable tunes
pop songs that made you move
Songs that I noticed were the dark songs.
Music that spoke of events turned upside down
and wrongs done.
I was hooked.
Lyrics like
Nighttime sorrow, taken like a pain Black will not become a white, it’s all the same
and
Can’t look back, it’s just a waste of time Can’t erase this hate from my eyes
and
Is this all that’s left Of my life before me Straight-jacket memories, sedative highs No happy ending like they’ve always promised There’s got to be something left for me
and
You’re killing me with words Forget if you can the way you moved when our hands touched. You forced me to force you. Do you remember the dreams. the nightmares we shared?
I could post more,
but the idea is presented.
We are beings molded by our pasts.
Unique and part of the same fabric.
Alike and strikingly apart from each other
Reaching out
and touching…

Is short in list form.
The song I wanted wasn’t on You Tube
But this one will suffice.
Arrogance and false security
when matched against Mother Nature
can lead to rendezvous with fate
and a lesson learned
Storms and mountains make for
traps laid for fools.
Add youth and a sense of invincibility
and you have a few paragraphs
of words.
Winter
1977
Storm
Beer
pot
drugs
a Jeep 4×4
a planned camping trip and a huge storm
combined to
occupy some time that night
In a hurry
with false security
climbing ever higher into the storm
the roads treacherous
and icy
the speed too high
the corners at times
sharp
That one curve
when we went first one way,
then another
as I tried to regain control
before we went into a 180
degree slide
carrying us over the edge
where no guardrail
protected the abyss.
I’ll never forget
the length
of time that was to be
from the beginning
to the near end of us…
30 seconds at the most.
From the start of the skid
to me saying Oh Shit just
before we became airborne
to those sick impact noises
and my awakening with
a face full of glass
surely years of time had passed
longer than anyone would ever guess…
I experienced nothingness during those years
and seconds
I would change everything if
I could

or maybe a few months
now that I think back
the day I noticed escapes me now
But notice I did
Perhaps I would only be in there
once
a week with something to deliver
and needing a signature
My first thoughts were that a new lady worked there
But her voice was the same
and her handwriting on the
device used to store the stops information
So I knew
I saw her today
and she was in good spirits
We talked…
All of her hair had fallen out is why I thought she was someone different
and the loss of 40 to 50 pounds made her seem quite different
She was just arriving at work
and met me in the parking lot
She told me she had a cancer in her throat
and might not make it
I told her I had noticed the changes but admired the way
she had been at work so regularly
She said she starts chemo next week
:-(
Good luck Mrs. Carpenter

My thing is rock music.
Rock has pushed the envelope from time to time.
A genre that sends me far away naturally
at times from a far away memory of the past
inspired by forgotten riffs
of space music not heard by most.
Songs that had videos deemed too racy
and they were reworked to be played to the masses
There are many examples
“Relax” By Frankie Goes To Hollywood is the first that comes to my mind
There are many others.

Rock pushes the envelope
and I love rock
hard heavy dark rock even.

I heard a new song today
Rammstein
“Pussy”

The uncensored video will never be played on regular TV
and most certainly not cable.

But it can be found
and even saved to ones hard drive

I live and deal with things through my music
My thoughts are 24 hours ago
with some entries I read and replied to and cheered…

Sex is good
and wonderful…

but not an anything goes type of activity.

Let it be meaningful
between consenting people
and not be something paid for
by a “consumer”
with a “prisoner”

The beginning would have been easier to remember if there would have been a true starting point.
A man with a pistol who said On Your Mark, Get Set, GO!
It wasn’t like that at all.
We all dabbled by certain degrees, some of us dove in and others just dipped in our toes for a warm up.
The participants came and went
Until those who hungered for that altered reality were companions
Like The 3 Musketeers…
All for one and one for all!
There were fairly dependable sources of supply mostly
Whether it be powerful barbiturates, types of stimulants, smoke or tabs to trip on.
The availability set the pattern
Lots of amphetamines meant little sleep…One time for me 6 days x 24 hours awake.
Psychedelics meant altered reality
Downers meant pills and drinking
Smoke was mixed with whatever
The more the merrier
We were young and indestructible
dealing made more money to better feed the cycle of abuse
and so it was
More…too much was never enough
The realization that I was killing myself by degrees with my self medication came slowly…but soon enough that I didn’t end up dead at an early age like some I knew
To this day, there are a few songs that just transport me to another universe, a flashback to be sure

or long…those short weeks are usually those weeks that are vacation weeks…the carefree days when it doesn’t matter when you get up, what is accomplished or the events that are participated in…

Last week was one of those…no work, paid vacation and great times…

A bit of shopping at stores not welcome in all neighborhoods…the browsing for merchandise and dreams…walking through the “zyzah” department and choosing a few to come home with us…

sleeping in to hours almost unheard of…

holding and supporting…

the days slipped away…

and the normal routine looms before me…

I value what was and will be again…

Just not soon enough…;)