Repeat Till Death

Chapter One - Lucifer Delivers

CHAPTER ONE - LUCIFER DELIVERS

In these situations of existence, it is mere foreplay to wonder of the reality; other dimension, lucid dreams, right now? Really, it’s all the same a zillion million moments and lives from now.

So there we were. For the past thirty plus years he has sought me out now and then, quite the effort when one accepts his so very sudden death those decades back. My Gramps, very aware man, could pass for Cuban or Argentine or Mexican, but Mexican from Mexico. Toiled till his end with the gente on the hard ass docks of the Stockton Cali inland port. Built a house, which flooded, bought a house, and did the deeds; raised family paid taxes rooted for the Sandinistas (Hell yeah they won mother fuckers!), and much much much much more to be recalled at later times. And he and I, I in Baghdad by the Bay and he in Fat City, we find my Uncle, his son, my peer, he born and raised in that Central Stockton, doing those deeds; jails and institutions, walking the downtown and the Barrio Central Stockton and the South Side, looking searching seeking finding that fix. Day after night after night and on and on forever. I know the drill.

See, Grandpa finds me in San Francisco and we see ninety miles east in that Central Valley mist my Uncle, his son, and we are all there wherever there is and I'm in contemplation about all the things with my Uncle and my Grandfather from his Magi spot those normal human beings can’t reach, well, he guides to my psyche seventh chakra, if you like, or, Third eye, sure, and Grandpa just slaps me aware and implants, "Now certainly you can hear your Uncle screaming. The screeeaaaaaaammmm!!!"