Morrison's
Take this for what it's worth. It came to me in a dream. I haven't been sleeping well, lately.
Please, enjoy.
Jim was slouched at the bar, drowning his life in alcohol. Unshaven, unwashed in the last two to three weeks, hadn't changed clothes in about a month. A real Esquire cover photo.
The divorce was five years ago. Contentious, acrimonious to say the least. He was about a year from having his liver and his kidneys check out and kill him. No job, no income.
Linda was no better. Promiscuous, overweight, two venereal diseases, one miscarriage, and one abortion. She also lost her teaching position and worked as a checkout girl in the supermarket. Their kids were constantly in trouble with the juvenile authorities. A real stellar family unit.
As Jim nursed the glass of amber liquid, a tall Oriental-looking woman claimed the stool next to him. She bent over to speak when a slightly seedy-looking character, only a little better looking than Jim, walked up and started,' Hey good loo-kin, why don't you come with me instead of....'
The look Karma gave him caused his bowels to evacuate and he stumbled backward in terror.
Karma resumed her interaction with Jim.
"You're killing yourself. Another 18 months, and you'll be gone. Linda probably wishes she would go the same way, but she'll last a little longer. Unless someone kills her. Your kids are a mess. What do you want?"
Jim looked at this woman, an unknown entity.
"I want it back. My life, the way it was. I want it to never have happened. But you can't give me that, can you? No one can."
"Yes, I can. I can send you back 5 years to that night. You can re-write history. I don't know if it will help, but it will be different. I guarantee it. What do you say?"
