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By Chuck Young

Chuck Young is a failed musician living in his hometown. He edits for this madhouse (tNY), husbands one wife and dads two kids. His work has previously appeared (courtesy of various establishments) elsewhere and is forthcoming in other places online. He loves you. Find out more about Chuck.

February 1st, 2013
Thoughts

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This one’s called, SOME SORT OF IN-BETWEEN INDUCED BY THE COUNTERACTION OF THE INGREDIENTS IN LIQUOR AND ENERGY DRINKS

i had been peeled away from my ectoplasm whisked away from celestial residue to a dance club just in time for last call i was dirty apartment drunk but looking to parlay it into bar laid as per the usual of the time i was high off of energy drinks and liquor and was dancing with a spanish girl and was unashamed by my hard-on when the lights came on and as i told the spanish girl that we should go somewhere she told me she was with her family and pointed to a group they were all there looking at my hard-on and their daughter niece granddaughter as far as i could tell i had somehow stumbled into a lucid dream she had constructed out of the memory of her quinceañera i left her to her sleep with a smile and a kiss to the cheek when i couldn’t figure out my friend’s apartment i got into my car for the twenty minute ride back home to my parents’ house a ride i had done hundreds of times before but i got lost in the monologue of my head and transported myself three hours into the future i had been a boyfriend (without a girlfriend) in a coma and behind the wheel REM sleeping while awake stuck in a purgatory of metaphysical action and non-action in the hypnosis of dark matter it’s possible that my body was in this car but my head was still living in someone else’s dream my body was under water or buried in sand but had been piloting this vessel i pulled over to the side of an unknown road and tilted the seat as far back as it could go and cried because i wasn’t home and i had been apart floating and haunting and lost i went to sleep there and didn’t dream


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