Post by Jason Cashe on May 24, 2012 7:47:12 GMT -4
Sweating trickles down his forehead as the scene opens on a squatting Jason Kash. The APW World Champion is hiding behind two Steel Garbage Cans sitting at the end of a driveway. He looks down at his cellphone, the light coming on shows that it's 5AM. "Shit." He takes a deep breath and looks up into the skies above the nearby house. Kash scrambles off to the left of the Cans, ducking behind a line of bushes he drops down and military crawls along the sidewalk.
Coming to the four way break in the Street, he pushes to his feet in a hurry and hurries across the street. He looks both ways and finds himself thinking about children and when he learned to look both ways. He can't believe he can have another thought in his head when he's running for what could be his life. Stopping at a Cover Topped Bus Stop, he plops down on to the bench and dials a number into his phone. He hits the loudspeaker button so he can stay alert and aware as the other end of the ring stops and a voice comes through the phone speakers.
Female Voice: ugh....Hello?
Jason Kash: Hey, it's me. Listen I know it's late but I need your help.
Female: Jason? What time is it, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into where I can be of some help?
Jason Kash: I don't have time for this! Listen, something is after me!
Female: Heh, Wwh-what? Haha. Are the ninjas after you again? I'm going back to sleep Jason.
Jason Kash: Vera, please listen to me! I'm not fibbing! I seen lights in the sky and they came down real low and I was surrounded by a glowing light. Could it be Russians?
Vera Kash: What the fuck would Russians want with you? You didn't borrow money from the Mob did you?
He goes quiet as a humming noise is heard at a fade. It grows louder and Kash's neck sticks out like an Peacock and tilts to the left and then to the right. He looks up into the sky above but sees no lights.
Vera Kash: Are you there?
Jason Kash: Yeah, I hear a noise shhh....I'll call you back.
He didn't want to hang up on his wife. Well the wife he is separated from. Has been for a few years now in fact. She hates that he is always on the road and doesn't want to bother trying to think things will be without lust and seduction. Not when he clearly puts that on front street when he's getting some. She was the Mother of his son, took care of him while Kash was on the road. Being apart of a company that mattered, apart of something he could make a legacy for his son to remember and be proud of.
All of that sounds nice but it was far from his thoughts at the given moment. He leaped from the bench as the humming sound grows very close. His head, his eyes roaming every which direction. Up, Right, Left. He couldn't even tell what direction the noise was coming from but it felt, sounded right on top of him. All around him. He stepped into the road, walks backwards a few steps and then a flash of lights come over him and the road. He jumps, spins around and finds an old pickup truck that stopped right in front of where Kash is standing. Kash's hands touch the hood of the truck as the sound of a hum comes from under the hood. He laughs.
Moving out of the way, an old man driving the truck mumbles out something in an angry groan as he drives by. Kash watches the red tail lights fade down the road, the humming along with it. He felt stupid, could he seriously think Encounters of the Third Kind really happen or would happen to him? He pulls a cigarette pack from his pocket. He doesn't smoke cigarettes but the boxes hide Joints VERY well so he started carrying around a empty pack.
Flipping the lid to his zippo, Kash can hear the crisp burning at the tip of the perfectly rolled joint. A camel wide sized joint, smooth with no ripples and misplaced or wet glued paper. He inhales deeply, feeling the slight burn to his lungs and craving it more as it coats his throat. "I shouldn't be smoking so much. Got me out here at 5AM, you know I don't sleep as it is but running the streets? Come on Mary! Now I'm talking to a joint..Great, next I'll lose to Knuckles.. Talking to himself shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. Since becoming World Champion his list of "friends" have been slim. A few females but nothing too serious, nobody he can conversate with really. (YES CONVERSATE SALLY..Hello btw!)
A small group of birds fly by above him, it dons on him that they are flying together but without any real formation. Playful birds who almost look like their in a hurry. He suddenly wishes he too could fly but the feathers wouldn't work with the ladies. He laughs at the thought and turns around to head home. He hears the sole of his shoe skip on the pavement and then the humming begins, loudly, blasting like a House Party would play their Metal Music. The joint fell from his mouth, his hands cupped the sides of his head. He kept his eyes up in the air and then came the blinding light.
It was like looking into a white sun, it burned as his eyes squinted. He wanted to run but felt crippled. His legs wouldn't move, fear had completely taken over. Urine creeps down his leg, darkening the crotch and legs of his light baggy blue jeans. At the center of the light comes a transparent figure. Kash almost in a trance removes his hands from his ears, his eyes open calmly but to a normal open. His jaw drops as the figure slowly lifts an arm and points at him."MOMMA!!!"
His eyes open. Blurred in vision, he wipes out the crust out from the corners of his eyes. He vaguely remembers but does remember and his head snaps from side to side. He's in his own bed, at his own home in Houston, TX. Swinging his legs off the bed, he rubs the back of his neck and becomes confused. It felt so real. He looks down at himself to see he is still dressed in the same clothes as the dream. The same clothes he wore yesterday, did he sleep in them? Was that real? A dream? His eyes opened widely and he rushes to the bathroom. The door cracked open, you can see the side of his ass up infront of the mirror. His hand pulling at the cheek of his ass.[/color]
Jason Kash: Nope, I wasn't anal probed. Woosh...
His phone rings. He reaches in his pocket and pulls it out. Along with the phone comes the remainder of a joint and a crumbled empty pack of cigarettes. Three joints inside the pack bent up, probably busted open. He answers his phone, hitting the speaker button and placing the phone on his dresser while he changes clothes.
Jason Kash: Hello? Who it be that wanna talk to me?
A short second of silence comes over the room and then her voice sends a chill up his spine. Had he really called her? So then was the dream not a dream.
Vera Kash: Jason? You okay now?
Jason Kash: Vera? Heey...Whats up?
He steps closer to the phone as he pulls a shirt over his head. He seems to be very interested in what she says next.
Vera Kash: I should ask you the same thing. You called me last night going on and on about shaving your butt! Asking me if you could borrow my razor. You need to lower your dose on the Green..
Jason Kash: That's awesome!
Couldn't have happened! No Aliens! He just mixed up calling her in his dream. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It NEVER happened..
Vera Kash: What's Awesome? The fact you called me for a Razor or that you called again at 5 O'Clock and talked to me about Russians and being followed. Jus..
Jason Kash: Wait, what? Bloody fucking hell! Do you think the Men In Black Agency is in the Phone Book? Can I get them on directory? I've gotta go..
Coming to the four way break in the Street, he pushes to his feet in a hurry and hurries across the street. He looks both ways and finds himself thinking about children and when he learned to look both ways. He can't believe he can have another thought in his head when he's running for what could be his life. Stopping at a Cover Topped Bus Stop, he plops down on to the bench and dials a number into his phone. He hits the loudspeaker button so he can stay alert and aware as the other end of the ring stops and a voice comes through the phone speakers.
Female Voice: ugh....Hello?
Jason Kash: Hey, it's me. Listen I know it's late but I need your help.
Female: Jason? What time is it, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into where I can be of some help?
Jason Kash: I don't have time for this! Listen, something is after me!
Female: Heh, Wwh-what? Haha. Are the ninjas after you again? I'm going back to sleep Jason.
Jason Kash: Vera, please listen to me! I'm not fibbing! I seen lights in the sky and they came down real low and I was surrounded by a glowing light. Could it be Russians?
Vera Kash: What the fuck would Russians want with you? You didn't borrow money from the Mob did you?
He goes quiet as a humming noise is heard at a fade. It grows louder and Kash's neck sticks out like an Peacock and tilts to the left and then to the right. He looks up into the sky above but sees no lights.
Vera Kash: Are you there?
Jason Kash: Yeah, I hear a noise shhh....I'll call you back.
He didn't want to hang up on his wife. Well the wife he is separated from. Has been for a few years now in fact. She hates that he is always on the road and doesn't want to bother trying to think things will be without lust and seduction. Not when he clearly puts that on front street when he's getting some. She was the Mother of his son, took care of him while Kash was on the road. Being apart of a company that mattered, apart of something he could make a legacy for his son to remember and be proud of.
All of that sounds nice but it was far from his thoughts at the given moment. He leaped from the bench as the humming sound grows very close. His head, his eyes roaming every which direction. Up, Right, Left. He couldn't even tell what direction the noise was coming from but it felt, sounded right on top of him. All around him. He stepped into the road, walks backwards a few steps and then a flash of lights come over him and the road. He jumps, spins around and finds an old pickup truck that stopped right in front of where Kash is standing. Kash's hands touch the hood of the truck as the sound of a hum comes from under the hood. He laughs.
Moving out of the way, an old man driving the truck mumbles out something in an angry groan as he drives by. Kash watches the red tail lights fade down the road, the humming along with it. He felt stupid, could he seriously think Encounters of the Third Kind really happen or would happen to him? He pulls a cigarette pack from his pocket. He doesn't smoke cigarettes but the boxes hide Joints VERY well so he started carrying around a empty pack.
Flipping the lid to his zippo, Kash can hear the crisp burning at the tip of the perfectly rolled joint. A camel wide sized joint, smooth with no ripples and misplaced or wet glued paper. He inhales deeply, feeling the slight burn to his lungs and craving it more as it coats his throat. "I shouldn't be smoking so much. Got me out here at 5AM, you know I don't sleep as it is but running the streets? Come on Mary! Now I'm talking to a joint..Great, next I'll lose to Knuckles.. Talking to himself shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. Since becoming World Champion his list of "friends" have been slim. A few females but nothing too serious, nobody he can conversate with really. (YES CONVERSATE SALLY..Hello btw!)
A small group of birds fly by above him, it dons on him that they are flying together but without any real formation. Playful birds who almost look like their in a hurry. He suddenly wishes he too could fly but the feathers wouldn't work with the ladies. He laughs at the thought and turns around to head home. He hears the sole of his shoe skip on the pavement and then the humming begins, loudly, blasting like a House Party would play their Metal Music. The joint fell from his mouth, his hands cupped the sides of his head. He kept his eyes up in the air and then came the blinding light.
It was like looking into a white sun, it burned as his eyes squinted. He wanted to run but felt crippled. His legs wouldn't move, fear had completely taken over. Urine creeps down his leg, darkening the crotch and legs of his light baggy blue jeans. At the center of the light comes a transparent figure. Kash almost in a trance removes his hands from his ears, his eyes open calmly but to a normal open. His jaw drops as the figure slowly lifts an arm and points at him."MOMMA!!!"
His eyes open. Blurred in vision, he wipes out the crust out from the corners of his eyes. He vaguely remembers but does remember and his head snaps from side to side. He's in his own bed, at his own home in Houston, TX. Swinging his legs off the bed, he rubs the back of his neck and becomes confused. It felt so real. He looks down at himself to see he is still dressed in the same clothes as the dream. The same clothes he wore yesterday, did he sleep in them? Was that real? A dream? His eyes opened widely and he rushes to the bathroom. The door cracked open, you can see the side of his ass up infront of the mirror. His hand pulling at the cheek of his ass.[/color]
Jason Kash: Nope, I wasn't anal probed. Woosh...
His phone rings. He reaches in his pocket and pulls it out. Along with the phone comes the remainder of a joint and a crumbled empty pack of cigarettes. Three joints inside the pack bent up, probably busted open. He answers his phone, hitting the speaker button and placing the phone on his dresser while he changes clothes.
Jason Kash: Hello? Who it be that wanna talk to me?
A short second of silence comes over the room and then her voice sends a chill up his spine. Had he really called her? So then was the dream not a dream.
Vera Kash: Jason? You okay now?
Jason Kash: Vera? Heey...Whats up?
He steps closer to the phone as he pulls a shirt over his head. He seems to be very interested in what she says next.
Vera Kash: I should ask you the same thing. You called me last night going on and on about shaving your butt! Asking me if you could borrow my razor. You need to lower your dose on the Green..
Jason Kash: That's awesome!
Couldn't have happened! No Aliens! He just mixed up calling her in his dream. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It NEVER happened..
Vera Kash: What's Awesome? The fact you called me for a Razor or that you called again at 5 O'Clock and talked to me about Russians and being followed. Jus..
Jason Kash: Wait, what? Bloody fucking hell! Do you think the Men In Black Agency is in the Phone Book? Can I get them on directory? I've gotta go..
OR DID IT....Do You Believe?
