shinymikey
03-11-2008, 12:21 AM
It seems there were two guys in Anywhere, USA who got together for a SERIOUS drugging and drinking binge. They started out on beer and tequila, quickly moving onto acid, blow, smack, peyote, shrooms, X, anything they could score!
Needless to say these two gentlemen were soon in a seriously messed up state, the cocktail of drugs taking them beyond any kind of buzz they'd ever experienced in their lives, twisting their minds and showing them visions which ranged from beautiful and sublime to menacing and terrifying.
Around day two or three of this epic endeavour of abuse, the boys decide to take a drive late at night, tooling along a dark back country road, the basket case in the passenger seat screams out that he just saw a goblin! Blearily his compadre glances in the rear view and sees it too!
Instead of driving on and dismissing this encounter the boys, by now so tweaked and twisted as to be almost certifiable, bravely decide to stop, to go back! To capture the goblin for further investigation! Yeah! **** man let's DO this! So they turn the car around and go back.
The goblin is still there, crouched by the side of the road, shivering in the dark, cold night. The boys lurch towards the goblin. Babbling, drooling and giggling wildly, they seize hold of this evil creature, the nobility of their mission giving them superhuman strength, and lift it into the air, the goblin shreiks and howls and struggles, kicking and squealing, terrified. The goblin is small and scrawny, lacking strength and our heroes laugh derisively,
"we got the fu**er!"
"hahahahahahahahahahaha"
"quit giggling like a ***** and pop the fu***n trunk!"
They heave the squirming, crying goblin into the trunk, slamming it shut, they gaze at each other, each man's face swirling and morphing in the others eyes, and embrace, hollering and whooping triumphantly, the agents of light and goodness, savouring their easy victory over this crawling, sneaking denizen of nightmares.
Our heroes become mellow now, they grow tired of aimless driving and head for home, after a scary drive home involving two collisions with parked cars, our boys arrive at the apartment, it is almost dawn and the drugs have begun to cycle down in their bodies, they shiver, they need strong drink. They need to hit the rocks that they have stashed upstairs, but first, there is a job to be done.
Popping the trunk, they lay hands on the creature, hauling it out and upstairs quickly, lest ignorant mortals in the dwellings around them observe and try to interfere. They throw the goblin into the closet, locking the door and head for the living room, quickly extracting the glass pipe and the rocks, pouring absinthe and snorting thick lines of coke.
Our boys become mellow, they play music and finish off their stash, they babble and argue, they grind their teeth and pace the room, they feel their adventure drawing to an end, they hit strong weed and copious amounts of liquer. Time stretches out, 48 hours pass. Finally they sleep.
18 hours later, one of them wakes up. He feels wretched, like he's a hundred years old, every part of his body and soul is in pain, he's trembling and he's puked all down himself. Never again, he thinks, never again.
Just then, he hears a noise coming from the closet.
Getting to his feet, our boy steps over the prostrate from of his amigo and steps fearfully towards the closet. With shaking fumbling hands he unlocks the door and throws it open.
A little child lies curled up inside, weak with fear and dehydration, he's about 5 years old, his face has the distinctive look of someone with down's syndrome.
EPILOG
A few days later, the local newspaper reported the finding of a disabled child who had been missing for several days. Two local men had spotted little Danny while out driving and quickly informed the authorities.
The grateful parents insisted of giving the two heroes a substantial cash reward. Little Danny, because of his disability, could not shed light on where he had been.
Needless to say these two gentlemen were soon in a seriously messed up state, the cocktail of drugs taking them beyond any kind of buzz they'd ever experienced in their lives, twisting their minds and showing them visions which ranged from beautiful and sublime to menacing and terrifying.
Around day two or three of this epic endeavour of abuse, the boys decide to take a drive late at night, tooling along a dark back country road, the basket case in the passenger seat screams out that he just saw a goblin! Blearily his compadre glances in the rear view and sees it too!
Instead of driving on and dismissing this encounter the boys, by now so tweaked and twisted as to be almost certifiable, bravely decide to stop, to go back! To capture the goblin for further investigation! Yeah! **** man let's DO this! So they turn the car around and go back.
The goblin is still there, crouched by the side of the road, shivering in the dark, cold night. The boys lurch towards the goblin. Babbling, drooling and giggling wildly, they seize hold of this evil creature, the nobility of their mission giving them superhuman strength, and lift it into the air, the goblin shreiks and howls and struggles, kicking and squealing, terrified. The goblin is small and scrawny, lacking strength and our heroes laugh derisively,
"we got the fu**er!"
"hahahahahahahahahahaha"
"quit giggling like a ***** and pop the fu***n trunk!"
They heave the squirming, crying goblin into the trunk, slamming it shut, they gaze at each other, each man's face swirling and morphing in the others eyes, and embrace, hollering and whooping triumphantly, the agents of light and goodness, savouring their easy victory over this crawling, sneaking denizen of nightmares.
Our heroes become mellow now, they grow tired of aimless driving and head for home, after a scary drive home involving two collisions with parked cars, our boys arrive at the apartment, it is almost dawn and the drugs have begun to cycle down in their bodies, they shiver, they need strong drink. They need to hit the rocks that they have stashed upstairs, but first, there is a job to be done.
Popping the trunk, they lay hands on the creature, hauling it out and upstairs quickly, lest ignorant mortals in the dwellings around them observe and try to interfere. They throw the goblin into the closet, locking the door and head for the living room, quickly extracting the glass pipe and the rocks, pouring absinthe and snorting thick lines of coke.
Our boys become mellow, they play music and finish off their stash, they babble and argue, they grind their teeth and pace the room, they feel their adventure drawing to an end, they hit strong weed and copious amounts of liquer. Time stretches out, 48 hours pass. Finally they sleep.
18 hours later, one of them wakes up. He feels wretched, like he's a hundred years old, every part of his body and soul is in pain, he's trembling and he's puked all down himself. Never again, he thinks, never again.
Just then, he hears a noise coming from the closet.
Getting to his feet, our boy steps over the prostrate from of his amigo and steps fearfully towards the closet. With shaking fumbling hands he unlocks the door and throws it open.
A little child lies curled up inside, weak with fear and dehydration, he's about 5 years old, his face has the distinctive look of someone with down's syndrome.
EPILOG
A few days later, the local newspaper reported the finding of a disabled child who had been missing for several days. Two local men had spotted little Danny while out driving and quickly informed the authorities.
The grateful parents insisted of giving the two heroes a substantial cash reward. Little Danny, because of his disability, could not shed light on where he had been.