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[skonen_blades]

Darth Vader likes to Rock and Roll. I’m leaving on a jet plane to Brooklyn to help out my two brothers take another family down. I’m Mr. Perfect and the ice in my glass doesn’t even touch the sides. It’s too hot in Miami and I’m headed north. I’m not even sure about Nebraska anymore. What am I going to do, tell the pilot to detour? I’m already weighing up the options when we touch down in the middle of the night on a winter runway. It’s a small airport and we’re one of the final flights. The place is deserted. I shrug deeper in my coat as I step off the plane. It’s lovely here. I mean it’s really, really cold.
Ice fishing. I’m not even sure where the hunger started anymore. The fingernail on my pinky is longer than the other ones. My eyes are slightly different shades of brown. I can count to a hundred in twenty seven languages. I’m a little obsessive. I wish I was a master of disguise but there are a few things about me that make that impossible. I’ve only got one arm, for instance. And I’m very tall. And I hate costume parties.
I type the destination into my watch and see the lines light up and spool down. It’s not going to be easy but I know that it’ll be worth it. I’m not even talking financially. For once. Left turns. Sinter Cell.
I wonder if William Shatner ever felt this proud to be alive. Probably every single day. I feel like I’m made of glass as I bend over to pick up my luggage. I feel like I’m a walking X Ray. I walk towards the exit.
I blink and I’m in a cab headed through the snow to the motel. It’s dark on the highway and the headlights are making the snowflakes in front of the car light up and stretch like Chewie just hit the hyperspace button.
I blink again and I’ve been in my cheap motel for an hour. Red seems to be something of a motif here in this room.
Cubes of ice swim and bob silently in my glass as I sit on the edge of the motel bed in my dress shirt, socks, underwear and dress shirt. The late night options on the television remind me too much of my ex wife. Well, channel six does. Channel eight reminds me of the wife before her.
I forgot to bring a book.
I lean back and read the ceiling for clues before I fall asleep and dream of driving.


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[(Anonymous)]

Hey man that's pretty cool. I now what you're talking about with the hyperspace effect with the snow. I grew up in a small town and every night in the winter it was like that driving back home. You had to be careful when you were drunk or you'd get hynotized and drive off the road. I remember the first hyperspace looking screen savers looked just like a winter time midnigh windshield to me.