Light pollution

You know, I remembered something else while I was in the hospital. Specifically something that happened on this day six years ago. It was a day just like this one too. We live pretty close to Seattle so we don’t get to see the stars. Light pollution sucks. In its place is a washed out dark brown sky that barely even feels like night. It looks like the inside of your eyelid. October 25th, 1999. I remember everyone being scared that something that I would later come to know as Y2K was coming. I was at a family gathering. Everybody was discussing how we would escape this planet, trying to achieve something or other before Armageddon. I don’t remember any details apart from that. To be completely honest, I might just be wrong. I was eight and I just wanted to go find a Sonic Halloween costume to go trick or treating in. I just remember people going completely guanoshit insane over something or other that had to do with aliens. I never got to ask Dad if the rest of our family were Scientologists or if we were the only ones.

But I remember my grandmother pulling me aside and telling me something I never forgot.

“Always keep your weapons on you. I grew up in these woods. People never say what they mean, kid. Unscramble the meanings behind what those devils mean or you’ll die in this world.”

I couldn’t really focus on trick or treating during that Halloween. Too busy thinking about people putting razor blades in my fucking Hershey’s I guess. But maybe I shouldn’t still give myself a migraine over the dumb shit she would always say. She killed herself over it kind of.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s really hard to dress up like Fred Durst for Halloween when you’re not almost bald. Should I give myself a buzzcut?