Today was not like every other day, today was different. “I’ve spent 25 years doing this, I’ve seen some things” Gord exclaimed “but I have never seen anything like this before” Gord worked at an unusual type of prison. Staring into the 14 inch Toshiba monitor of which he had three nestled cozily amongst a series of wires, buttons and a phone sitting to the right of it all. He stared with a flabbergasted look on his face. “Hey tony, you gotta see this” Gord motioned toward tony Tony, a man of few words rushed over after hearing the urgency in Gord’s voice. “Holy shit” tony said “Yeah right like what are we supposed to do about that” Gord replied “How are they even using magic in here this place was just sprayed last week it’s supposed to last a month!” Gord still flabbergasted. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s getting hurt but it’s definitely not allowed. We should call it in” said tony. “Ok, I’m on it” as Gord picked up the handset he thought “how the hell am I even going to word this?” “Hey control, Gord here in the surveillance room” “Go ahead surveillance” a metallic voice replied “We seem to have some unauthorized magic in the medieval wing, it looks like, well it looks umm.” Gord stumbled on his words “Well it looks like a dragon trying to mate with a uhh… donkey” Gord couldn’t believe the words he just said There was a pause. “Anything else?” The metallic voice asked “There is a mage of some sort that I have never seen before assisting in the process. He is large and there are some sort of antenna or…elongated ear coming out of his head. And I think he’s green” “Are you sure” said the voice “Yes I’m sure” Gord replied He heard a click and hung up. Shortly after he saw 10 guards dressed in their full knights regalia. Head to toe black steel so black that the rest of the room seemed to darken. Gord watched them run from monitor to monitor. He noticed they look quite humorous running through the toon section of the prison. They arrived in the medieval section as the knight guards approached the act of abomination they drew their swords and the small Toshiba monitor that allowed Gord to watch everything went black. “Out of our hands now” shrugged tony “Yeah I suppose so” Gord said with concern then he shrugged “nobody’s gonna believe this one!” He laughed “Who would you tell anyway” tony mocked “It’s just you and me bud for ever in here, well you me and the robot voice” tony almost sounding proud “I’m well aware of what I signed up for tony”

Gasping for air between waves I tried to swim my way back to shore. Each wave came on like a large area rug being shot out of a high powered cannon disintegrating after impact. Wave after wave I endured only breathing the bare minimum to survive. I could see the shore but I could not see anyone coming to my rescue, come to think of it I couldn’t see anyone at all. The waves towered over me. for the life of me which I might not have much left I can’t remember why I’m even out here, was I surfing? I haven’t surfed in years, have I? Surely I’m not at the beach alone. The beach becoming more distant I struggled to swim as hard as I could but I seemed to only be drifting further. The sea birds flew over me almost tauntingly, “Sucks to suck” I imagined the birds squeaking “Fuck you birds” i shouted between gulps of sea water What happened? Why am I here? And why can’t I get any closer to the shore? OK time to figure this out swimming isn’t helping I’m past the surf now maybe I can see what’s going on. It was at this moment I realized I was wearing a tuxedo, shoes the whole deal “The fuck!” I said as I bobbed in the water The strangest thing happened next like a bullet shooting through the backside of a target a large tentacle erupted from sea before I could do anything it had me wrapped. Terrified I tried my best to struggle but it was as if I was paralyzed I couldn’t even seem to open my eyes this was gonna be the last moment of my life. I felt the weight of the world on me as I continued to struggle but couldn’t even move a muscle. as all this was beginning to feel familiar the mysterious tentacle pulled me underwater. I gasped for my last breath as the light faded. I woke up in a pool of sweat in my bed, in my house , surrounded by my things. Laying next to me the tentacle herself my fiancée. What happened? Why am I here? I gotta get back to the shore I thought.

Gasping for air between waves I tried to swim my way back to shore. Each wave came on like a large area rug being shot out of a high powered cannon disintegrating after impact. Wave after wave I endured only breathing the bare minimum to survive. I could see the shore but I could not see anyone coming to my rescue, come to think of it I couldn’t see anyone at all. The waves towered over me. for the life of me which I might not have much left I can’t remember why I’m even out here, was I surfing? I haven’t surfed in years, have I? Surely I’m not at the beach alone. The beach becoming more distant I struggled to swim as hard as I could but I seemed to only be drifting further. The sea birds flew over me almost tauntingly, “Sucks to suck” I imagined the birds squeaking “Fuck you birds” i shouted between gulps of sea water Where am I? Why am I here? And why can’t I get any closer to the shore? OK time to figure this out swimming isn’t helping I’m past the surf now maybe I can see what’s going on. It was at this moment I realized I was wearing a tuxedo, shoes the whole deal “The fuck” I said as I bobbed in the water The strangest thing happened next like a bullet shooting through the backside of a target a large tentacle erupted from sea before I could do anything it had me wrapped. Terrified I tried my best to struggle but it was as if I was paralyzed I couldn’t even seem to open my eyes this was gonna be the last moment of my life. I felt the weight of the world on me as I continued to struggle but couldn’t even move a muscle. as all this was beginning to feel familiar the mysterious tentacle pulled me underwater. I gasped for my last breath as the light faded. I woke up in a pool of sweat in my bed, in my house , surrounded by my things. Laying next to me the tentacle herself my fiancée. I gotta get back to the shore I thought.

Singer Sam had one dream Unrealistic it did seem He dreamed to one day be a rocker His voice was raspy His rhythm ghastly His soul was there His heart he would bear

Singer Sam the grand rocker man He wanted them all to see how great he could be But nobody came He tried to dress up glam But nobody came He tried punk like bam But nobody came He couldn’t find one single fan

Singer Sam found himself down He was ready to give up With a frown he said he would lay this hobby down Singer same had an idea No more making music for every woman and man I’m gonna make music for myself and become my own fan.

It was my happiness when I was sad. The light at the end of the tunnel. Could always depend on it to pick me up. The way it calls to me on the streets, the way I see all those around me who haven’t let that beauty go. I’m lost I’m jealous I don’t know how to speak anymore my soul has lost its mate. My lungs have had their breath taken away no more. My appetite vanished today when I let it go. Where will my mind go now? I suppose to just the same old same, the status quo. Without it my sleep keeps me up at night the vivid scenes playing in my dreams as If were the director and star of a film I trouble to control. It always knew how to make me laugh and forget my problem. Taught me how to not take everything so seriously. It was my love and I threw it away and for what? I’m not even sure anymore. My world lost its bliss the day I quit cannabis.

A mysterious figure hitches a ride during an intense storm. His face in the glare of the headlight sent shivers down my spine. His body shielded by a mess of fabric consisting of a hood and sleeves draped down to the ground. The light was so low it was impossible to tell where he ended and the road began. Riders on the storm started playing in my head “there’s a killer on the road” he stood with such indifference for the traffic only glancing up to meet the drivers eyes with a look of death. “if you let this man inside sweet family will die”. Who could this man be, what would have to happen for someone to end up standing on the side of the road in such a storm? The rain bouncing off of his jacket in the glow of the headlights became a symphony of mystery and unknown beauty. Was he lost? Did he get kicked out of another car? Where was his luggage? Surely he would need some sort of baggage we aren’t near anywhere but sleazy motels and dive bars. . .What is in his trench coat?. . .All questions I plan to never see know the answer to. As we passed I caught a glimpse of him in the tail lights, painted red in the glow of the bulbs I saw the image of the devil, startled I jumped and rubbed my eyes. I didn’t want to look back I didn’t want it to be real I didn’t want that fear. I looked back and to my shock I saw nobody there just an empty road I must have imagined it I assured myself and I believed myself until I saw the same man a mile ahead getting picked up by a mini van. He flashed me a sinister smile as I drove by. “Don’t give this man a ride sweet family will die” the song continued.