Emergence
I
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floated in
the Amniotic Sea at the darkest of midnights enjoying the banquet graciously passed
down by my host. Andouille sausage, shrimp Creole, red beans and rice, chicken
jambalaya, deep-fried catfish, washed down with sweet iced tea providing my
nourishment. Dixie beer and brandy had
become my favorite calmatives. It always happened the same way. The music of a
juke box would filter in, I would start dancing my tiny feet, and soon the
alcohol would start flowing inducing immediate relaxation, peace, and dreams. I
was certain that life couldn’t get any better.
I remembered the time
before my spirit embraced the body I found myself in. For eons, I had bounced
around the galaxy from crib to lecture hall to ballroom to bar room. I always
felt most comfortable in the bar room.
In the bar room, I met folks that I was most
comfortable with, the cats I could stand to be around for more than a sentence.
Poets, writers, musicians, novelists, circus performers, gymnasts, volleyball
and soccer players, mathematicians, physicists, scientists, engineers, and even
psychiatrists were in my closest orbit, comprising an eclectic collection of
drunkards.
One night, I was drinking
wine with this Dionysus chick at a bar in the Orion belt. We were contemplating
the effect of a single fart in the ocean to all fish in the sea. We drank a
shot of Absinthe and moved on to the farts effect on oceanic mammals. After a
few more shots the conversation shifted to embryonic physiology. I have always
loved hot chicks with a brain who liked to drink. I started to trip balls from
the Absinthe, drank too much of her beauty, and lapsed into a warm coma. I awoke
in a bag of fluid sucking a tiny thumb. Have you ever had a night like that?
~~~
People were jabbering
around me. “Hey, I’d appreciate a little consideration here, ok. Do y’all know
what I’ve just been through?” They didn’t hear, didn’t care. I heard my
grandmother say repeatedly, “Armond Joy! Armond Joy! Armond Joy!”
Years later I learned
what really happened. It is Sioux tradition to celebrate birth with a feast. Granny
Blackwater was starving and thought the nurses were asking her what she wanted
to eat. She had seen a bowl of candy bars on our way to the room and asked for
her favourite snack: Almond Joy.
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