H E Double Hockey Sticks
I cut back the throttle approaching the hairpin. It’s not enough.
In the split second it takes to come around the bend the running commentary in my head is a jumble of profanity and panic.
“Fuck kid, here of all places you decide to play in the road you little shit? Left, no there’s a semi left, go right. Too fast, too close to the guardrail, gotta lay it down. Damn it, I still have $10K left to pay on this fucking bike. Oh shit my leg. Arrrrghhh my leg. Oh fuck, still too fast I’m going over. Oh man, I’m dead.”
Then nothing. For so long nothing.
Now it’s red. And it’s pretty damn warm. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”
But strangely, I’m not hungry or in pain. There’s no one in sight. Just red everywhere and in the distance some strange looking Eye of Sauron thing, blurry from the heat.
Well isn’t this the classic horror movie dilemma? Sit on my ass perfectly safe doing nothing or go explore the scary eye where there could be demons and worse waiting to torture the humbled atheist.
Well isn’t this boring?
Yup, now I try to rationalize avoiding the boredom. Maybe I’m in a coma. Perhaps the scary evil symbol on the horizon is something I should explore.
Is hell a choice between eternal nothingness and foolish decisions?
Am I really this bored?
I strike out towards the eye.