Rain Check.

So, this tall, dark fellow by the name of Robert calls me across the street (rudely, I might add). I go over, with my silly Stetson, iced coffee and all. He asks me what's going on downtown. I start to answer him, but he interrupts and asks me my name and how I am doing and introduces himself. He gives me a real crap handshake. He asks me where I am headed. Being real damn sick of Phoenixville weirdos, I say with brilliant mounds of attitude on top, "Home". He says submissively, "Oh, a'ight, I'll leave you alone then." But he doesn't, the lying bastard. "You got company?" I say, confusedly, "No?". I start to walk away as he asks me, "You want company?". I frown and shake my head. The entire way home I cursed him up and down under my breath. I said some nasty things. This is what these damned rocks have done to me. Can't see ships for miles, miles, miles.

Then I guess I'm floating downtown with fellows of some sort of knowledge and a high, gone kid asks me what's going on and I say nothing. Instead, I curse at him barely beneath my breath. Black sea.

It's a black ball, expanding like a tumor, pressing against Luke's soul, thinning out feelings and compressing thoughts and reality itself. A disease, but somehow I can't drop the savior.