A dewy Mississippi path: Strange tales from the Great South

We were slipping down that dewy Mississippi path faster than our motor neurons could fire off proper orders to their soldiers to correct our balance. It was all laid out before us, but this ship had storms in its seas, which had started years ago, and our cruise was cursed from the start.

The curse on us all was this great entrapment called education. I was a victim of the trap for many years, suffering unknowingly in a form of purgatory where the pretty white haze ungulfed my Medula and the Serotonin was much too nice to ignore. It was the equivalent of putting a mine-victim into a morphine induced state and watching him drool and carry on in a thoroughly basic way whilst he was urged to follow the light at the end of the tunnel. The light at the end of the tunnel was ever so close and its warmth was beautiful, giving me hope for a nice retirement and a piece of wood with 4 walls and a roof which i loved dearly; my castle. Any form of uproar from the masses was quickly shot in the head; and besides, we were all civilised people weren't we? So act like it.

There was of course the dark little puddle next to me, flowing into a nearby drain; probably into some filthy cavern where nothing nice happens and all forms of life are extinguished with a swift clamp of the jaw. The wolves would surely get me if i dare fell into that hole, but why was it so alluring? It was like the proverbial temptation from the Devil. Except what was unknown to me then, and so many now, is that the Devil was actually the owner of the heaven we are always sold, it was just well disguised by Him; a dark, fascist, power hungry demon looking to lure you in under the guise of freedom and worthwhile. The average standardised IQ scores had dropped significantly, little did 'we' (and i use this sadly, as the sad truth of the matter is that no one will escape this end) know, and for the most part we were all just filthy vermin running amok on a giant piece of land, killing and maiming each other for our own little parcel of it. We had become nothing more than glorified apes. The microcosm below me represented the theme in it entirety. An animal kingdom hell bent on ripping its own limbs off and enjoying every last fucking minute of it. Why not? Lets maim ourselves for pleasure, weve got a whole year to recover till the next. All i could hear was 'Forget tomorrow, lets live now'. 

I looked down upon the world from our little embankment on the second story of the Tropical Isle Bar and Hotel. Woman below were quickly becoming a currency and i had yet to see anyone hold a linear path for more than 5 steps. The situation was deteriorating rapidly. We wouldnt survive the night said the little monkey on my back. Fuck, i guess theres only one thing to do then. 'Lets get down amongst the animals mate, i cant watch this anymore without being involved'. 

I took one step off the flight of stairs and was completely ravaged by noise and light, nothing made sense anymore. Huge woman were sweating in my face and men with large cups were screaming at me to drink from them. It was a social coliseum; i was scared, and the monkey on my back started screaming for HIS own safety. I didnt know he was male until this point, but the thought of a testostrone-fuelled guiding deity screaming for his own safety amongst us mere mortals had me worried. Any form of optimism left the room quickly.

A savage woman in a black trench coat grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the toilet area. 'Fuck, this isnt what i need'. I was close to bending over and thumping her with a stiff right jab before she could drag me into the dark pit, but the Bear somehow grabbed me and my stupid attached arm that had gotten me into all this trouble to begin with and pulled me out of the ring.

"Terrorists, Violators and Vermin, THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU!"

A man was screaming into a megaphone right by the door, leaning around the corner and angling the sermons straight into the live band playing up on the stage. I hadnt seen these musicians before, the lights had them hidden in a green haze; something toxic i wished i wasnt involved with on any level of general behaviour. Now it was 2.30am and i was feeling the beat beginning to drag me down with it. Some twisted mind that knew the frequency to unlock the control over our own willpower. This Pied Piper would get us soon enough.

The man at the door was still belting out incoherent rubbish about common civilities and the great lord when i took him down with a solid glass to the head. He hadnt seen it coming, and neither had god. The old degenerate hadnt listened to his own sermons, so the vermin he was warning us about was nice enough to show him a thing or two about general principles. 

Bear knew the police were on high patrol: a young group of men were shot on site last night for a collective robbery of 10 dollars and a need to leave no witnesses behind. High alerts has been issued and i knew any act of savagery, no matter how logical, would be met with extreme prejudice and a massive collection of violence. I shuddered at the thought, and my little act commited before. "Foreign man killed viciously as police use neccesary force in face of certain death" the headlines would read. The media would be paid off, the police force would apologize for any sadness, my mother sent a large flag and the world would be one mad-hatter less. The natural order updated to bring us one step closer to draconian law.

'Maybe its time to go home Bear'.

'Listen! If we give in now, itll only add to our desperation out here, so carry on over there' 

He said back as he pointed to another bar with men stumbling around outside holding plastic moulded jokers with green liquid inside. It looked interesting so i jumped into the queue to get inside the door. We ordered drinks, the joker mug ones, and sat back as the woman lent into a box under the bar, pulled out 2 moulded mugs, and poured a pre-made concoction into them. Nothing about this was organic. Even she had a green tinge to her, that toxic glow that had the band in the past bar straying me towards a madness i didnt need right now. Fuck, what is it about New Orleans that seems so inorganic, when everything about its history is pure and righteous. I knew it was the coming of the modern era, but i didnt expect it to all begin so suddenly. Another city succumbing to the bright light of modern education and strict umbrella control by the big wigs. They kept the rain off of us as they took our souls. I looked at Bear: 'This is the beginning of the end my friend, we're only in it for ourselves from now on, no one else is going to help us'. 

If i could even help myself right now id be happy. The green drink had me beyond words. I lit a cigarette and took in everything i could. I needed one last hit of this goodness before i sank away in the green haze of 'heaven'.

BANG. A huge din rang in my ears and hands grabbed me from all angles. "Never! You fucking vermin, fuck off and unhand me!"
"Quiet you idiot" Bear scowled as i looked up and saw his massive hand on my shoulder dragging me outside. He told me i had passed out and fallen onto the bar, breaking several glasses and arousing serious suspicion. He had slapped me back awake instantly and grabbed me to usher me outside. Both drinks were in his other massive paw, held with safety. They were our tickets to saviour after all. 

Brothers in arms, marching on towards calm.