23 nights! 22 sunrises! 23 nights of campfires, the stars circling overheard, shooting, cris-crossing, shooting at coyotes, shivering in the cold, there’s warmth by the hog, but then shooting at the hog, the hog decomposing, the smoke and steam, the spiders and skunks, the ride of the valkyries, no running, no running, no running! 22 sunrises over lake champlain, canoe rides through the stillness, the fog you could cut with a knife, the knife you’d wield to cut through a beer can, the shotgunning, the moonshine, the cigarettes, the singing, the dancing, the swimming and the falling in, the fireplace, the fucking fireplace cats, dropping a knee, taking a picture, trying to preserve something, and there’s honking overhead now, the geese going two different ways, two different directions, where to go from here, nobody knows, not even doze geese doe! ADK: the sights, the sounds, the smells (hluuuuuh)! #cheftodd #keystonelight
last night i had a dream “i know what you did last summer”-style, in which i found myself trapped with 10 of my friends in an older man’s house, each forced to wear different colored shirts, as we played a game called pound puppiez.
the rules of the game were thus: 2 people would pair off and the man would ask them a trivia question. the first person to answer correctly would live; the other person would be taken outside and shot like a dog. this would continue until there was one person left.
if anyone at any moment disappeared from the group (ie tried to sneak off and find an escape), everyone would be killed.
i had a feeling that my fate was going to be sealed sooner than later, as our captor seemed to be getting along particularly well with a few of my friends. then i overheard him say, “i mean if you went to the pound, and had the choice between a black or brown puppy, and a boring gray one, what would you choose?” i looked down and saw that i was wearing the gray shirt.
to demonstrate the game in action, he paired himself off with a young man and asked him a trivia question. the kid was unable to answer, so it was announced he would be taken out and shot - just as soon as the man fetched his gun from the other room.
the second out he was out of the room, i grabbed the kid and ran as fast as i could out of the house.
immediately, everyone left inside began desperately screaming “NO!” as i was, in some ways, putting their lives in jeopardy. the kid and i had trouble knowing where the hell to go because we were in unfamiliar territory. i said repeatedly, “as long as we get to a neighbor’s house we’ll be fine,” and soon enough we made it to the neighbor’s yard. we began climbing up a trellis, hoping to get to the other side and be hidden from view.
the man appeared and pointed his gun right at us. at that moment, the neighbors emerged from the house. the kid and i screamed, “he’s trying to kill us!” and instantly they tried to get back inside, but the man opened fire on them before they had a chance, and then turned his gun on us again…
…but the trellis suddenly collapsed, and we disappeared from sight.