The Old Roller Coaster

Saturday, August 17th 2013, 4AM

As a matter of fact, I did eventually descend Chair Mountain.  Upon arrival at the anti-summit, full of anti-summites, I consulted my pocket and learned of a great opportunity to ask someone else for a cigarette.  I inquired and was granted one cigarette but it was in the past. Next to me was a vine content to support himself, asking for gesture line drawings of lies about life outside the mountain, just good enough to pass a survey drawing course at CMCC (Chair Mountain Community College). The conversation was very facial, I went through several belts of Mike & Ikes until my new favorite band, "The Old Roller Coaster" played an impromptu set!  Sunned nearly raceless, his romping louted him a home at all times.  He sang my favorite hit tune o' his, "Here's Some Sentimental Bullshit (Whatever You Need to Hear, [Whatever Gets You Through the Night])" and I just about spilled my gazes!  Everybody else was trying to figure out what they were there for, and when I told them it was The Old Roller Coaster, it all made perfect sense, and a violent letterbath ensued.  In the depraved squalor remaining after the show, people were hunting for names.  After a night of finding the next brightest object to follow, the sun ruined the job market.  For riches or worse we escaped, and shuttled on foot to our lair, where we didn't know we had to be insulated from the OWW! Box, which functioned as the SONAR answer to a question we would never ask without it.  I wandered to find the just right distance from the OWW! Box, walking in a nautilus pattern until I realized I am not all that different from The Old Roller Coaster, just trying to find the right distance from the sun.