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Dec. 26, 2006 The air was still, and it was uncanny that there was not even a hint of a breeze. There were floodlights and spotlights and motion detectors and different colored lights too, but the colored lights were across the way, far across the way, on the other side of the night, where dark brown roofing sat atop beige condominiums four stories tall. The houses opposite were four and five bedroom houses, built around nineteen seventy, and they were built well. They were spacious, and they all had walkouts. The land had once been farmers land, but that was so long ago that nobody ever thought about that. These houses were equipped with pools, and large and long fences, some wooden and some iron. One in particular was a bit better than the rest. It had black and gray brick, and didn’t so much stand out at first, but soon it could be seen that it had been built up where the back was concerned, and where only a hill stood at one time, there were two levels. The one on top was all handsome interlocking stone that had been taken care of through the years. This meant lifting up every stone, and re-leveling the surface limestone and sand, and then tamping it all down again with a large hand-tamper. Then sand was poured on top again, and swept, swept and swept some more, in order to fill every small crack. This was true of the sides of the house also, and as much work was put into it as the Buddhist monks who sometimes spend months creating intricate and colorful mandalas out of sand, only to destroy them after to indicate and remind themselves of the impermanence of existence. Around the outsides of the second level and first level were railway ties, and in the back, where the bottom level backed onto the beginning of a ravine, about twenty ties stood, strong and secure, and there were steel beams supporting them that created curt and orderly lines every ten feet or so. There was once a kidney shaped pool there, but it had been taken out, and now a lawn was there, with a few flowerbeds to help frame it, but nothing more. Out beyond the yard, a paved path started down the way a bit, but it had not always been paved. It was once dirt, and didn’t seem wide enough for a car to drive on, but on Friday and Saturday nights, a yellow police car or two would make the drive down there, and do fine, and then it could be seen that its width was misjudged by any onlooker that didn’t think the cars would fit. Not much ever happened there, but the police would find at least one group of people who had taken a case of beer down there, and you’d see them all standing around, the ravine goers and the cops, and the cops would make them spill out all the beer right there on the dirt path, and then everyone’s night had been sufficiently interrupted. That was a long time ago, and now the path was long since paved, and the police were not seen there as much. The neighborhood had turned mostly Chinese, and maybe this had something to do with it, because the Chinese, the ones there anyway, were quiet and not troublesome ever. If one looked at it in those terms, the Chinese were almost perfect, if not perfect. Down the way, where the lights didn’t quite reach any longer, and the way was not manicured, and a bit of the wildness of the ravine started, a sudden sound broke out. It was the sound of two animals fighting, and then it stopped. A moment later, the screeches could be heard again, and then nothing. Looking, a small part of the path could be seen beyond the trees. Rain pattered on it, and it looked lonesome and happy. Across the way from there, there was a tree, and it was a solid tree and some of it had come straight across at almost an exact horizonatal line instead of up. One time, a high school student tied a rope to that part of the tree, and then tied the other part of the rope around his neck. Then, from on top of that part of the tree, he let himself fall, and hanged himself. The tree could hardly been seen though because it was now dark, and there’d not necessarily be people to see it, because it was getting later, as the air stood still, and it was uncanny that there was not even a hint of breeze. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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