The Last Trip
by Elliot Andreopoulos
The healer gave Methuselah a cocktail that would “make his problems disappear” and he guzzled the lumpy bitterness down like water. An hour passed of wandering the suburban streets like he always did. He was going to urinate on a church, but withheld because everyone at the wedding procession was staring at him. One of the horses broke off the carriage and charged towards him when an earthquake jolted the ground causing his surroundings to shoot up as if they were under great pressure. Petrified, Methuselah fell to the ground and held a cross that fell off the cathedral into the sky hoping the Lord’s symbol would divert the evil crashing down around him. But it did nothing. An elephant began charging at him like the messenger of death, its eyes venomously red. He knew it was the end. If he had a second chance he swore he would change and sober up.
“Honey, that man is destroying our wedding!” the bride screamed.
“Just ignore him, he’s just some druggie. He’ll just go away,” the groom said.
Methuselah continued to twirl in circles looking up at the clear blue sky. It would be his last trip. His problems were going to start disappearing.
by Elliot Andreopoulos
The healer gave Methuselah a cocktail that would “make his problems disappear” and he guzzled the lumpy bitterness down like water. An hour passed of wandering the suburban streets like he always did. He was going to urinate on a church, but withheld because everyone at the wedding procession was staring at him. One of the horses broke off the carriage and charged towards him when an earthquake jolted the ground causing his surroundings to shoot up as if they were under great pressure. Petrified, Methuselah fell to the ground and held a cross that fell off the cathedral into the sky hoping the Lord’s symbol would divert the evil crashing down around him. But it did nothing. An elephant began charging at him like the messenger of death, its eyes venomously red. He knew it was the end. If he had a second chance he swore he would change and sober up.
“Honey, that man is destroying our wedding!” the bride screamed.
“Just ignore him, he’s just some druggie. He’ll just go away,” the groom said.
Methuselah continued to twirl in circles looking up at the clear blue sky. It would be his last trip. His problems were going to start disappearing.
