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Oct. 22, 2006 The rainwater came into the ravine from the residential roads, as that was the way things were set up. This is what, in a storm, would cause the ravine to turn into a raging river. To see it before, or a while after, one would not imagine that the water level could get so high. Normally, the ravine was a small affair, when it came to water at least. There was a path on both sides, and where it began, a large hill on one side, and a smaller one on the other, each beyond a path. With the big rains, the water poured all over the sides, covering the paths with water, which was brown from the mud. About ten minutes down from where the flooding started, there was a different sight. His name was Alex. He had somehow managed to tie a rope around a tree that had grown in the middle where the water was raging past. He was holding on to the rope, and balancing on a surfboard as the water rushed past. He was wearing a wetsuit. It was such an oddity, that it was like a vision. It was no vision though, unless everything, all physical reality could be considered vision, and some, though very few did hold this view. This Alex was a funny duck, and crazy. He had hard eyes, and was almost completely externally oriented. One day, he sat, after a fight, calmly waiting for the blood to gather in his mouth from the cuts, and then slowly, almost gracefully, spitting it out beside him on the ground. Wait. Gather. Spit. Wait Gather. Spit. There were other times, other things. There always are with those types. Once, the last time he was seen, was when he parked a large pick-up truck outside of a convenience store, walked in, and opened one of the freezers where they keep ice cream bars and popsicles. He reached down and grabbed a couple of jumbo freezies, one blue and one white. Then he just left, without bothering to stop at the cashier first like other people did. That day, it was not raining. That day had been a sunny Sunday. Alex was the way he was, whatever that way could be called, irregardless of the weather. Surfing. Fighting. Stealing. Under the rain. Or under the sun. The world allowed all kinds of days, and many different ways. Whatever the case, when that ravine flooded, it was really something. Down there, frogs and snakes would be around, as Alex was. ------------ 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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