Post Apocalyptic Blues
At the start of Labor Day weekend the town elders would begin their search to receive the sacrificial offering. One year it was a dead cow in the city water supply, actually it was a dead bull with a knife still planted in its heart. But once the elders “received” the offering, wonderful crazy shit would happen for the next three days.
I remember one time all my fear turned into cute lil puppies that floated away once they fell asleep and I found a hundred dollar bill in the devils driveway that we blew on airplane glue and gin. Several women appeared from out of the lake that same night, they were covered in blood and their heads were on fire, but they were all fucking gorgeous. I made out with one named Shelly and laughed as we roasted marshmallows in her hair. That goddamn melted fluff got everywhere. Sometimes when I ‘m driving home from the office I still find little bits of it even though its twenty years later and that state no longer exists.
