"Dave! Over here!"
He slowly turned around to face whoever it was calling him. As his body gradually turned around, the musky fog enveloped his body as it rotated, crawling over his shoulders and eventually slithering downward into the clutches of gravity.
He exhibited a sneer as his first impulsive reaction towards the camera pointing at him. Whoever it was in the distance, camouflaged by the fog, just took his picture.
He didn't mind that much, the fact that his very image was in the preliminary chemical process of being developed, the grains of silver having already been exposed to the ultraviolet laser beams reflected off his body.
This was going to be a long night.
The cheap three dollar beer tasted good. Not because it was good, but because of how he applied the carbonated water (which is basically what it was) generously to his throat. It felt good to feel the immediate pseudo-blissful drunken rush of alcohol in his system after a big gulp.
"Thanks for the picture," yelled the mystery person from across the room.
"No problem," replied Dave, his voice conveniently drowned out by the incessant drone of the overused low rumbling frequencies frequented by many oblivious musicians.
Article comments
1 - alienboy
the only responses provoked by this post are A) What? and B)"cheap three dollar beer" - so glad I don't live in a country where the beer is so expensive - and if it's bud, bland. LOL
2 - Dave Nalle
That last line with the 'frequencies frequented' is too awkward for me. The picture is creepy, though. Is that guy being fellated by a blurry orange dragonfly?
Dave
3 - crushkill
i guess frequences cant frequent a certain level :/
in hindsight , 3 dollars a beer is pretty average where i come from , for domestic. 2.50 is cheep technically, imho.
4 - Victor Plenty
Dragonflies aren't friendly. If one that size gets a grip on that portion of your anatomy, you'll need medical intervention to reproduce afterward.