Saturday morning rolled around way too early. My neighbor woke me up at about 7 am with his leaf blowing right outside my window. When my son rolled out of bed, I asked if he was spending the night at his friends house. He said he was.
Just before we hit the dentist, I sent a text to David asking if he wanted to cash in that beer I promised him back in March- ish. I told him I was free after 2 that day. He shot back a while later with "possibly".
I called him after I dropped my son off at his friends house. Sometimes a quick call is easier than a text message. We chatted for a bit and he told me he'd text me later. His text came a little while later something along the lines of having a few bucks, a pack of beer and the night starting like the begining of a Springsteen tune. The plan was to meet at my place around 8 ish and we'd figure out from there what to do.
I stopped at the adult store before heading home to relax a little bit. I watched an old man get out of his car. He could barely pull himself out of the driver seat. I saw his cane come out first. He slowly walked to the entrance where the girls were. He seemed to be a regular there... I don't know which was more sad, the fact that this man is alone in the world, or that he still thinks that these woman really want him. Now while his skin is sagging and hanging off his body, it's sad. Until that point, I'm sure he was just creepy.
After I got home, the afternoon passed quickly as I played the Wii. Shortly after 8:20, I got a call from David. He said he didn't see the street he was looking for. Luckily, he had only gone about 2 blocks past where he was supposed to go. I directed him to turn around and head back a couple of streets. I told him I'd head outside and wait for him.
Moments later, my phone rang, the intro for Amon Amarth's Twilight of the ThunderGods echoed on my phone. Although I love Amon Amarth, sadly it doesn't translate as well onto a cell phone, even as an MP3.
Instead of picking up my phone, I called out in the dark, "David?"
"Yeah, I saw two porches with people on them...."
Although I knew he was getting his hip replaced, the limp in his walk surprised me a bit. I held the door open for him as he carried in a 6 pack of beer. I tried to make idle chat with him, how was the drive? Did you find it ok, etc, etc etc.
I warned him of my narrow stairs and invited him into my place until we could formulate a plan. He asked to put his beer in the fridge while I popped two Corona's left over from Bullets hair dying escapades over two months ago. I remember why I prefer dark beers. Light beers taste like ass. We chatted over booze, I introduced him to the different styles of Metal. Rockabilly metal, folk metal, power death metal. As we talked he had no idea that there were so many kinds of metal and in turn he schooled me in punk music.
After a few beers, I asked, "So what's the plan?" He shrugged. I guess the plan was to hang out listen to tunes and drink some beer. Not really a night of excitement I had planned, but I didn't have any good alternatives. Besides, it made more sense to drink the beer we had and listen to music that we (I) liked at a volume low enough so that I didn't have to use a megaphone to be heard. As our discussion continued, the old abandoned warehouse came up. He had mentioned that he had always wanted to check it out as did I.
I found my flashlight and lantern and asked who was going to drive. David said he'd drive and we headed up to the warehouse in less than 7 minutes. As we were searching for a way to get in, cars drove past and honked. "Move along, nothing to see here..." David mumbled under his breath. After a bit of searching, we found an open door and easily made our way into the dark building.
Both of our thoughts turned to how cool a place that would be for a video shoot. It was sad to see that there was such a large building torn by time and apathy. Part of me was hoping that it would be the start of a bad horror movie.
Just before we hit the dentist, I sent a text to David asking if he wanted to cash in that beer I promised him back in March- ish. I told him I was free after 2 that day. He shot back a while later with "possibly".
I called him after I dropped my son off at his friends house. Sometimes a quick call is easier than a text message. We chatted for a bit and he told me he'd text me later. His text came a little while later something along the lines of having a few bucks, a pack of beer and the night starting like the begining of a Springsteen tune. The plan was to meet at my place around 8 ish and we'd figure out from there what to do.
I stopped at the adult store before heading home to relax a little bit. I watched an old man get out of his car. He could barely pull himself out of the driver seat. I saw his cane come out first. He slowly walked to the entrance where the girls were. He seemed to be a regular there... I don't know which was more sad, the fact that this man is alone in the world, or that he still thinks that these woman really want him. Now while his skin is sagging and hanging off his body, it's sad. Until that point, I'm sure he was just creepy.
After I got home, the afternoon passed quickly as I played the Wii. Shortly after 8:20, I got a call from David. He said he didn't see the street he was looking for. Luckily, he had only gone about 2 blocks past where he was supposed to go. I directed him to turn around and head back a couple of streets. I told him I'd head outside and wait for him.
Moments later, my phone rang, the intro for Amon Amarth's Twilight of the ThunderGods echoed on my phone. Although I love Amon Amarth, sadly it doesn't translate as well onto a cell phone, even as an MP3.
Instead of picking up my phone, I called out in the dark, "David?"
"Yeah, I saw two porches with people on them...."
Although I knew he was getting his hip replaced, the limp in his walk surprised me a bit. I held the door open for him as he carried in a 6 pack of beer. I tried to make idle chat with him, how was the drive? Did you find it ok, etc, etc etc.
I warned him of my narrow stairs and invited him into my place until we could formulate a plan. He asked to put his beer in the fridge while I popped two Corona's left over from Bullets hair dying escapades over two months ago. I remember why I prefer dark beers. Light beers taste like ass. We chatted over booze, I introduced him to the different styles of Metal. Rockabilly metal, folk metal, power death metal. As we talked he had no idea that there were so many kinds of metal and in turn he schooled me in punk music.
After a few beers, I asked, "So what's the plan?" He shrugged. I guess the plan was to hang out listen to tunes and drink some beer. Not really a night of excitement I had planned, but I didn't have any good alternatives. Besides, it made more sense to drink the beer we had and listen to music that we (I) liked at a volume low enough so that I didn't have to use a megaphone to be heard. As our discussion continued, the old abandoned warehouse came up. He had mentioned that he had always wanted to check it out as did I.
I found my flashlight and lantern and asked who was going to drive. David said he'd drive and we headed up to the warehouse in less than 7 minutes. As we were searching for a way to get in, cars drove past and honked. "Move along, nothing to see here..." David mumbled under his breath. After a bit of searching, we found an open door and easily made our way into the dark building.
Both of our thoughts turned to how cool a place that would be for a video shoot. It was sad to see that there was such a large building torn by time and apathy. Part of me was hoping that it would be the start of a bad horror movie.
SCENE ONE:
A couple of adventure seekers enter an abandoned warehouse building with a dimming flash light. One person has a noticable limp and the other has a rough exterior, unbreakable.
SOUNDS OF:
SOUNDS OF:
cars rushing by, an old river running and dried leaves on the groud.
The two people enter the warehouse through a hole in the fence and slip into the building mostly unnoticed.
The two people enter the warehouse through a hole in the fence and slip into the building mostly unnoticed.
JUMP TO:
View of outside of the building shows the flashlight's reflection on the broken windows and hushed voices inside the building. Diolauge not important, just mutters
PAN OUT TO:
View of outside of the building shows the flashlight's reflection on the broken windows and hushed voices inside the building. Diolauge not important, just mutters
PAN OUT TO:
Man covered in blood standing outside the building watching the explorers. Camera pans down to a bloodied metal nail file and then follows a drip of blood onto the ground. Pan back to POV of bloodied man watching people in the building
As much as I had been anticipating the start of a cool horror movie, sadly nothing of the sort happened.
As we hit the 3rd floor stairs, there was a board covering the entire stairway. We decided to stop there. It was a cold night, the flashlight was dimming and I think the need for beer and peeing was greater than what we were about to find... Which would have been not too much. I had hoped to find something eerie like an old abandoned hospital.
With our anticipation shattered we called it a night, but decided to perhaps try and search the building again during the day sometime, when the temprature would be warmer as well as the lighting much better.
Back at my place, David asked if I minded if he had another beer. It was barely midnight and was enjoying the conversation and misadventures of our adventures, so I grabbed a couple more beers and sat on the couch opposite of him. As he scrolled through my movies we decided to end the night with a bit of Monty Python and The Meaning of Life. His request. For someone who claims to be so miserable, he certianly laughed quite a bit.
As he got up to leave, I mentioned I was a little disappointed at the warehouse. I tried to argue that falling into a hole and being impaled while searching the building would have been a good way to die, he argued that regardless, I would die by falling in a hole. The arguement was useless. "Here, I grabbed this as a weapon. You know in case we encountered anyone." David said casually as he reached in his back pocket and gently tossed a metal nail file on my coffee table.
His justifying his weapon was as useless as me trying to convince him that my hole death was really hard core.
Sunday morning I went to get a bottle of water. I opened the fridge and noticed that David had left a couple of beers on the top rack. I sent him a text message: "I'm holding your remaining beers hostage. We'll have a nail file fight to the death."
-MetalRose
