DOWN THE ROAD --- SUBCHAPTER 1 PART A --- A random Fix at a Motel Six

DOWN THE ROAD

 --- SUBCHAPTER 1 PART A --- 

A random Fix at a Motel Six

We were huffing gasoline in some slowly dying town, possibly outside of reality, trying to discover ourselves, parked on the edge of the road outside of that town.

I wasn't sure where we were, our road map showed nothing but a gas station, which was all we needed.

Mike was sitting on a patch of brown grass, looking at some ants moving over the tiny rocks and sand.

"I bet it's a boring life to be an ant!" he said to us, who were leaning up against the car, not a care in the world, except studying that ant, who was now eyeing us.

"I don't know, you're always doing something I guess, too much stuff to be bored!" Wayne said, almost laughingly, taking another hit from the gasoline.

We all laughed, not heartily, but laughing just the same. 

At some point, I felt sick, my stomach turning over and my lunch from earlier spilling onto the ground, covering the ants in a sick mix of stomach juices, half digested egg salad and whatever else was down there.

"Good job asshole!" Mike said, almost crying, as bits of eggs and such hit his shoes. "No more gasoline for you fucker!!"

It was hours before Mike said another word to me.

We had found a place to spend the night; a camp site nestled in some trees high up on a pass through the mountains.

"You know, you're a fucker!" he said, hitting me in the arm.

We both laughed.

Sometime during the night; Mike found himself kneeling over, throwing up his guts to the ground below.

"Some bad shit going around!" I laughed, rolling back over and into dreamland.