The road Was Snowcovered, At Least 2 feet. With no light in either Direction we walked on,It was pretty Nice, Thanks to the herb we had to Burn,We had 2 strains,Unknowns. You could smell its fresh homegrown smel,l hovering around Us like Mosquitos in the summer. Where at the point where Even though its Midnight you can see clear. The sky is a light purple the sheet s of snow reflects back up to the sky lighting our way,the dark pines loom around us, Like a painting. We Stood of the side of the road in the midnight Abyss. We stood in silence at the edge of the field Looking across to the other side. My Mind drifted As we continued on our way down the road cars rarely traveled. Tonight Like most nights it was just another lost Soul In A small, cold, Corner of the world. Remembering Back years Ago when Me an 2 old friends,Sheldon and bruce, decided to go back and camp out in a bus in the woods, Hell yeah. Just what im into. Lets go. Sheldons Moms Boyfriend Ron Had a bit of land Behind there Rather Big house, well rons House. Unprepared We set out Into the cold, Febuary Night. In st lawrence county NY. We grabbed a junk of Meat 2 2 liters of water, A 2 liter half full of some nasty smelling peach tequila, That still had The stale smell of pepsi to it. Godamnit. We actually had a snowmobile, Something ide never had And Never driven one before now. TO BE CONTINUED.....
Bruce Drove Me To the bus First, I sat on the back off the snowmobile. Then he went to go pick up sheldon.The bus was pretty cool. A sink and MAkeshift counters, ANd a weird little toilet. The bus had to be from like the sixtys. Trees were Literally On everyside of the bus. The bus was like crammed in, Strange. I lit a fire Inside the Homemade woodstove. Somebody had takin a Barrell And Made it into a nice woodstove with a chimney. I sparked A cig, Back then when i use to smoke. I listened To the winter wind Rush against the Bus. I felt a draft go through the bus and carry the smoke away. The queit Crackiling off the small fire brewing in the woodstove. I ignored the chill down my neck and stubbed out My cig on the Floor along with all the other ancient cigarette Butts. I wondered Who else Must come out here or use to. Judging by the Old Budwieserr and pepsi CAns. Shit those Labels Are old Changed alot since then. No sound of the approaching snowmobille. I got out of the bus And walked around to the back. I felt invisible, i Imagined Looking at a map faraway somewhere and pin pointing where i now Stood. And saying im standing down there. 1 Among The billions, hidden deep in the Woods. Like looking into a lake And wondering Where and How many fish Im looking at But not seeing. I slowly Scanned my surroundings. Then off in the distant Land The Hum of an engine Started my way. It seemed like it took for ever For me to finally see the head lights Through the dense forest. And i remebered How well sound travels on cold winter nights like these. When i first Heard the engine it must have just been starting up a mile back at the house. To be continued.............