Psychotic Reaction

So I says to my friend Meno, “Today is a good day. It’s full of heat.”

He looked up at me. “It is. It’s a bit unbearable.”

“Nonsense. If we were standing directly beneath the sun; would it be unbearable. This is comfort.”

He stepped into the passenger side door of my limousine and we drove away. We happened to be near Central Park this day.

“How is it, the sun shining so?” asks Meno.

“Do you mean to say how the sun is shining?” I replied.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know.”

Quickly then I realized I was out of smokes, so I pulled over to the nearest gas station. I walked outside and up to the counter buying a pack of cigarettes. I tipped my hat to the young woman at the counter.

“Is that your limousine out there?” she asked me.

“Yes, it is. I decided since I hadn’t driven for some years then to drive in luxury.”

She smiled and I walked away. Then to hesitate; go back and buy a mountain dew.

Meno and I stopped off by the park to play a round of chess with the locals in the neighborhood. I played for awhile, while Meno watched and suddenly to my discomfort I yearned for more, “what is this? stalemate?”

“Friend, it’s a tie between us both in chess!” Xavier replies.

“It is nonsense” I quickly reply. I quickly then pick up my arm and swoop it across the board knocking over all the pieces to the cement.

Xavier is appalled.

“I wanted checkmate, not stalemate, you fool!” I shouted.

Just then he had used his mutant mind powers to pick up the pieces of chess off the ground and neatly place them back in place on the board.

“Another round?” Xavier commented.
“No. This shall be the last…

for today.”

I glanced over at Meno and he was busy chasing the pigeons.

“Come now, Meno. It is time to leave.”

“But I’m busy having fun.”

“Regardless.”

Meno walked over to the limousine looking glum. We both got into the car and I pulled out a cigarette lighter from the dashboard.

The sun projected such fluorescent colours that day. For it was the day the Earth turned Day-Glo!

Everything radiated with magnificent colors. Turn your head to the side and see Green. Turn your head to the left and you see Purple. All sorts of colors!!!!

Then I had to do my taxes.

“Paco” he says to me. “You have hardly worked this year. I’ve been looking through your papers and it says you worked at Arbys for one week?”

“That’s true.”

“I wouldn’t bother then. Just ignore it. It will be just fine.”

I walked out smiling and tossed him a flyer for one of my upcoming shows.

It was later in the week, and late in the morning when Meno and I were driving through Arizona. We stopped off by a Diner on the side of the road.

“I’ll have pancakes.” I said.

“Hello!!” says Meno. “Get me two cheeseburgers with extra bacon.”

Meno had been one of my college friends. He was originally from Nevada, nearly thirty nine years old and a bit chubby. We met once in a Casino in Las Vegas by the slot machines. He asked me where to get any beer and we both left the casino, eventually stumbling upon a bar open 24/7 across the street.

“I’ll tell ya Meno. I just don’t understand.”

“What is it Pal?”

“How there is no regular syrup for these pancakes. I see blueberry syrup, and barbeque sauce. And salt. But no syrup…”

Meno got up and picked up a bottle from one of the nearest tables. It was a bottle of maple syrup.

“Thanks Meno.”

Just then I looked over and recognized a friend of mine I hadn’t seen in awhile. It was Aaron from Reel Big Fish.

Last I recall, I met him when I was probably fifteen or sixteen at a Vans Warped Tour and called him Dan. (To later figure out that his name is Aaron.)

I noticed they were filming a music video for the video, “Sell Out.” Truly a parody of the music business!

Meno and I finished our breakfast while letting them film the rest of the song. After then we walked on over and drank alcoholic drinks with the members of Reel Big Fish.

The End