Yeti squinted his eyes slightly and cocked his head up a bit. "Summer," he said. "Can't say I do. What, do they come by here often?" That wasn't a good sign. I would've figured this would've been a more straightforward meetup, but apparently nothing is that way. "I'm not sure," I said. "Well, I'm still pretty new here. It's been, like, two months since I started…
When we walked inside, I could see the vapor again, but this time it was blue. The bar was quiet, save for a low-volume baroque track playing over the speakers. It was filled with a weird mix of colonial furniture and pieces one would find at a modern dive. In the center of the room was a plastic rock about the size of a table with a wooden hilt sticking out of it. One side of the rock was stained…
On the drive there, I was sure we were going to die. Harry drove with a certain madness that felt incomprehensible. While driving, his seat was leaned back so far that it almost looked like he was lying down. He had one hand on the steering wheel and used his other hand to gesticulate while he yammered on about glassblowing. "Yeah, so you gotta make sure the furnace is exactly the right…
I was still thinking about the letter. Given what Harry said, it made sense that I'd mention Excelsior. Still, I had no idea who Summer would be. It made me wonder why I would spend most of my time at some wacky themed bar. There were a lot of things that weren't adding up, but for some reason, I felt that I would operate best if I wiped my memory. I couldn't imagine what I knew…
The smell of wet roses was still strong in the living room. I looked over to the jar of that brown herb on the coffee table. Whatever it was, I knew that it had a strong effect. I pointed over to the jar. "That stuff there—what is that anyway?" I asked Harry. He chuckled. "Oh man, Chuck. It's like freshman year all over again." "Freshman year?" "Yeah, of high school, you dope." "Oh." Harry…
Once my nose got used to the smell of my room, I went to the plastic white drawers. They were two large drawers, and dust covered the entire piece of furniture. I opened the top drawer, and inside there was an assortment of small items: deodorant, cheap jewelry, condoms, and several crystals of different kinds. On top of all of it was a loose sheet of paper, face down. I could see writing in black…
Stu let out a light chuckle. "Okay, Chuck, I know you went a bit off the deep end last night, but let's be serious here," Stu said. "Clearly you've still got some of that moon dust in your system. I'm sure your memories will come back sooner or later." He swiveled his chair to face his computer. He shook the mouse a bit, and his computer monitors lit up. On one monitor, it was black…
I looked out the window in the living room. It was a bright afternoon and the neighborhood outside seemed quiet. The apartments outside looked old and somewhat dilapidated, like it would take more than a fresh coat of paint to bring them out of that state they were in. There were cars parked along each side of the street outside the apartment. Large trees loomed over most of the cars, and most of…
Chuck. I didn't remember being given that name. I figured that it would be best not to make that known to these guys so as not to raise any further suspicion. I couldn't understand why I didn't remember anything about myself. It seemed that I should've had a clear grasp on at least that. I had no idea who I was at all, really. I had no idea where I was, where I had been, or…
The hairy shirtless man sitting next to me on the couch started laughing. "Oh, man, how far down the deep end did you go last night?" he said. I continued blankly staring at him. I had no idea who he was. There wasn't a single memory of him in my mind. There weren't any memories of the apartment we were in either. My only memories were loose blank abstractions, fuzzy images at best. The…
"The angels are real. Listen to them." I woke up in a haze, not sure of where I was or where I'd been. The light felt soft on my eyes, but my vision was hazy. I was lying on someone's couch. It smelled like cigarette butts. I decided to stay there for a while to recollect what happened, but it didn't seem like I fully could. All I remembered was a black void. I couldn't feel my…