Looking out the windshield and finally able to get my head upright again, “Wha ooo men sit erery thong rahght?” I mumbled. Crap was I thirsty! My
mouth was so dry I couldn't get words to form.
“I’m supposed to apologize, but I’m not going to as I was against this insane idea all along. Here have a beer, you need it.” The man stuck a
beer out in front of me. I twisted towards him and found myself looking out the side window.
“Flippin’ neck!” I thought and then realized how ridiculous this must have looked and used my hands to reorient my head with my body. “Bor? Ah
can drunk bor! Ah’m thonk ah’m ded!”
The man shrugged, “Well technically you are dead and before you start freaking out on me, you are not a zombie. You’re re-animated. Now take the
beer, I even opened it for you. Trust me, you need it…it’ll make you feel better.” He looked over and tried to give a reassuring smile which I
found unnerving, though now looking back on it I can’t see how that could be, considering my current predicament.
I took a hand off my head to grab the beer (at which point everything went into a 45 degree angle again) and the man put a straw in the can. “Here,
use this till we get you fixed up.” I sucked at the straw and immediately felt better, so good that I couldn't stop drinking it until it was empty
and making that slurping noise as I tried in vain to suck every beer molecule out of that can. “Stop making that damned noise, I can’t stand that
sound.” The man snapped. “Here have another.” And that beer disappeared as fast as the first one.
“Now talk to me.” The man said.
I put my hand back up to my head and pushed it upright and twisted it to look at him. “What do you want me to say?”
The man smiled, “Ah, that’s so much better.”
“Maybe not after all, here have another beer.” He opened it and plunked another straw in it and everything went to that crazy angle as I chugged
down that beer as well like my life depended upon it.
“Now, let’s try again shall we?”
“What do you want me to say?”, I repeated.
The man rolled his eyes. “Questions, you’re supposed to ask me questions. Like “How did I end up this way?” or “How did I get here?
OK, I have two questions I want answered first and I’m sure that I’ll think of more as time goes by. Can you stop my head from flopping all over
and what the hell is in this beer?”
“Hmmmm” the man furrowed his brow, “ I didn't expect those two. Well, they’ll be answered in good time.” And he continued to drive down the
dark road in silence.
For a man who wanted to talk, he sure didn't say much.
edit on 14-8-2014 by TDawgRex because: Just a ETA