Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2020 2:44:44 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside a vehicle. The sun recently fell beneath the horizon as it's currently 11:25pm in Odon, Indiana. Most decent folk have long since went to bed, right now, at this time is when the scoundrels roam this countryside.
This camera, it pans over to see a recognizable face but somethings appear to be different with this man's appearance yet it's hard to tell if this is an optic illusion due to how dark the inside of this cab is. The only visible light comes from Rumpke's stereo and dull dash lights. Regardless, right now, based on what we're able to see, his cheeks seem to be slightly sunken as if he has lost a noticeable amount of weight.
We're riding on a gravel road that eventually "T's" off at another gravel road. We take a right and go up a steep hill surrounded by forests on both sides. In the distance, we see a "Y" in this limestone covered road. Too the left is gravel while the right turn appears to be a dirt path that continues up this large hill in the opposite direction of the gravel. Rumpke begins to downshift while slowing his truck down before eventually pulling into the dirt path. He places the truck in neutral and then Rumpke grabs a level on the floor board in order to pop the transmission into low four wheel drive. The guy, then shifts into first gear and begins a slow, yet methodical climb up this steep dirt path with many potholes that gently send both; Rumpke and the cameraman tossing all over their seats. Just as we get to the top of the hill, Rumpke turns off the truck and a phone begins ringing. Rumpke turns the music down before answering the call that says, "Rumples". We can hear music coming through Rumpke's phone as well as the sound of people shouting, seemingly; having a good time.
Rumpke: Hello?
Rumples: Hey man, what are you up to? (Rumples enthusiastically asks.)
Rumpke: Not much, I'm currently at the hill, sitting in my truck.
Rumples: Oh.. That's no good bud, you should leave there and come to the OT.
*Rumpke pauses for a moment..*
Rumpke: I appreciate the offer man but I've already got plans tonight.
Rumples: Getting spun out of your mind, isn't much of a plan...
Rumpke: It's the only thing worth doing to me at this moment... Drinking isn't even slightly appealing right now.
Rumples: Alright Rumpke, I'm going to get back inside. Be careful, I hope you get away from that shit soon.
Rumpke: Have a good one man.
*Rumpke hangs up the phone before he begins to text someone a message that says, "I'm here". Rumpke then sets the phone before he reaches over to the glove compartment, he opens it and pulls out an envelope before shutting the compartment door. Rumpke then pauses while his eyes scan the pitch black woods right in front of the truck.*
Rumpke: Mike, will you watch out for me for a minute?
Mike: Uh, sure , what am I looking for?
Rumpke: You'll know when it happens.
*Rumpke reaches underneath his seat and pulls out a small box, he then opens it up. A dried washcloth is revealed inside this box. Rumpke carefully peels back the wash cloth to reveal a small baggie with something white in it. This fragile little container is resting on an old driver's license which lays on a small mirror. Rumpke undoes the twisty tie holding the small baggie shut before he dumps some of the contents onto the mirror and then twists the tie back around the small baggy. Rumpke then grabs the old license and lays out the powder into a large line. Seconds later, he uses his finger to close one nostril. Rumpke begins to snort and from there, it doesn't take long for this powder to disappear. The addict then lets out a long sigh in relief as his right eye is seen watering from the burning in his nose.
*Suddenly, we see what appears to be a flashlight flash a few times in the woods in front of the truck, Rumpke see's this and quickly puts everything back into the small box before placing it under his seat. He then grabs the envelope as he opens the door. Not even a second later, Rumpke steps outside of the truck and quietly shuts the door before he disappears into the darkness. Moments later, Rumpke comes walking back to the truck, he opens the door and steps back in before shutting the door. He then turns on his dome light to briefly look at another small baggie, yet this one is much fuller than the baggie we seen earlier.*
*With the dome light on, we can clearly see that Rumpke has indeed lost a lot of weight. Rumpke turns to look at the camera while his mouth constantly moves in a chewing motion. The remnants of Rumpke's bright blue eyes are extremely diluted too the point where we mostly see darkness in what is a cold gaze.*
Rumpke: What did you want Mike?
Mike: Huh?
Rumpke: Did you say something?
Mike: No, I didn't.
*Rumpke then looks up as he reaches up to turn the dome light. Seconds later, Rumpke reaches under his seat and once again pulls out the small box. He opens this box and then places the recently acquired baggie on top of the dry wash cloth before shutting the box once again only too place it underneath his seat one more time, for now.. Rumpke then starts the truck as the scene fades out.*
Old Habits Die Hard..
*The scene fades in to see a blood shot eye as well as an diluted pupil cover the screen. Then we hear a heavy inhale. Moments later, a long sigh finds it's way into our ears. After that, there's only silence.. *
It's midnight, a new day in my life. Yet not much has changed for me the past month, two months? It's been something like that.. Heck, I can't remember how long it's been since I met up with "Annie" once again. For the most part, besides a power nap here and there. The days have all blended together for quite awhile now..
*There's a pause in the voice as the camera slightly zooms out a bit to reveal two eyes. They appear similar except for the fact that this newly revealed eye is obviously lazier than the other.*
Desperate times called for desperate measures. With the main draw of my business failing earlier this spring. I had to take on a lot more of lower paying vegetables than I usually would, just to make up for the loss of almost all of the fruits due to a few late freezes. The workload volume had greatly increased and due to this. Halfway through the season. I was crashing. I'm not able to tell you, exactly when I pushed, my, "red" button because the last part of this summer has been quite hazy. There's a part of me that wishes the haze would completely leave my mind's eye, so I could remember yet there's also that other side of me that'd rather not know what I have done.
Regardless, those days, they are something that I'll never be able to get back and that's on me. While I was crashing during the summer, I've also, always yearned for Annie's touch. It was only a matter of time before my path crossed with it again. I guess, I'll be able to say that I took a vacation this summer. One that briefly took me away from the bullshit in my life. Sadly, this "road trip", not all of it has been smelling like roses because now, every night; I chase a high that I know will never measure up to what the first rail brought me this summer. The beginning, it's always the greatest, when that rush almost instantly hits you.. There's nothing like it that I've experienced in my life.. Yet, while I chase that high, each time I come down; I've been extremely sick, mentally and physically, far more than I have in a very long time, when I was regularly visiting Annie back then.. Yet, at the end of this night, when the twilight begins glowing over the eastern horizon. That'll be the beginning of another sleepless day where I toss and turn while wishing for an alcoholic hangover.
As I stand here, thinking about all this, seeing what I'm becoming once again.. The realization that good ole Annie, she's once again played me and shown me that I'm still a fool when it comes to her. After all, to crave her is natural for me but I've not just been craving her kiss. My dumbass has been going through this whole fucking rat race all over again, scurrying around in the dark while hiding from the light.. After everything I've been through in my life with addictions, I should've already knew that "Old Habits Die Hard"..
Addicted..
This body and mind of mine, they are currently spun or amped up; However you'd like to say it.. Yet both of these things, they're also extremely tired. There's one hell of a whirlwind that's been going on for far too long.. Alcohol, it doesn't have the same taste or effect anymore. I've tried to drink Annie away like I have done with most of the shit that I'd love to forget for awhile yet, even when I get drunk; The allure of her kiss is obviously too much for my old friend also. She shows this when her embrace easily pulls me out of my old friend's grasp. Going from drunk to spun in a matter of seconds after I latch onto her rail.
I've thrown more than one baggie of Annie away during this low time in my life, swearing that I'd be sailing away from the Siren's island of pleasure only to turn around and head back for that spec to discover what I already knew, that this island of joy is nothing more than an illusion that's waiting to take me under.. Right now, I want to tell all of you that I'm feeling hopeless but that'd be a lie and soon, we'll get into that. Yet, for now, I'll acknowledge the obvious, I'm "Addicted"..
Sleep..
Hope is right around the corner.. The last test for that nasty bitch.. In four days, my other love, will return into my life. This lovely woman, she's saved me from this witch many times in the past. It was a shame that I abused her way too much recently. If it hadn't been for that, she'd of been able to stay with me and Annie would've never got this foothold that she's currently got. Alas, it is what it is.
I love to dream, if it were possible. I'd do nothing but, yet sadly; None of us can. What's even sadder to me is that I'm not able to recall dreaming at all during the past couple months or so.. I can only ever remember having power naps where my mind is still constantly running. One small sound that sounded off would instantly snap me out of that nap.. Damn, it was and still is a shame that I'm running low on what my love, Ambien will bring me something I've wanted for awhile now.. Did you know when your mind stays up for way too long, it starts seeing and hearing things. Tracers and shadows will constantly have a presence in your life. Then, while everything is quiet and you're trying to shut your mind off so you can have a nap. That's usually when the voices and noises that aren't actually there will not leave you be..
The combination of lack of rest and being spun is no good for my adhd or whatever it is. I've been trying to write this for two nights, not only that but I also spent a lot of time on another one of these promos that'll never be seen. It had a lot of shoot for my opponent in this match, if we could call it that, a match.. I doubt Apokalypse could ever hope to give me a match unless I simply wasn't here, that's what it'd take to make this fair for Apokalypse but it still wouldn't be a match for the fact that I wasn't there. Now, this would usually be where I'd begin with a long shoot session where this guy would eventually get pounded into the ground just to prove my point that Apokalypse doesn't stand a chance if I actually show up but I've not written all of this to defeat him. Hell, none of this was for him besides the little poke I just done because most of this writing has been so I could vent some, the other reason was to finally put out a little effort for SFT.
Heck, I bet you all didn't know that each and everyone of you are actually hallucinating right now? That's because I'm not actually here.
Anyway, it's time that I go lay in my bed while I think about whatever comes to mind.. One thing that will surely cross this turbulent space of mine sometime, perhaps many times today is how I can't wait for Ambiens to help me "Sleep"..
*The scene fades out.*
