the riverwalk challenge was as follows: not to startle when tennis shoegaze began to jog or sprint. not to cough up psychedelic blue-green algae blooms skimming his throat.
(cont’d)
to let it be his first and last time saying psychedelic or shoegaze.
He leans back against a styrofoam cooler and remembers the first and last time he entered an eating contest (then, the challenge was not that it be his first and last eating contest—then, the eating contest was the challenge)
-he continued leaning: his cattle dipped under blue-green blooms. He slipped into slumber, his straw hat placed over years of sunburn, his stunner at his side. His cattle dozed off too, after sipping at the blooms, but for a much longer duration.
The effects pedal was left unattended, as he retraced his steps, attempting to locate the stunner he’d absent-mindedly left by the pond (might have been the Rio Grande). This absent-mindedness was a part of a grand stupor, a result of his slumber—the alpha state, but “Coming out of it the wrong way,” in a haze, wondering where his stunner was; where were his tennis shoes for that matter?
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