“I had that shitty lighter and it didn’t wanna kick off. By the time I got that bowl fired up you were pretty much comatose, so I just sucked that whole pile down in one go, tryin’ to catch up. It tasted funny, but not what I thought frog or toad or whatever was gonna taste like. Didn’t taste like chicken, that’s for damn sure. More like a burnin’ diaper.
“Last little bit came right through that stem and kinda burned my tongue, so I just held my breath and waited. Then I seen the sun comin’ up, but it weren’t the sun. It was this big fuckin’ flower made outta tiny stained glass window paines about the size of your pinky nail, and they was all movin’ around like gears and kinda collapsin’ in on themselves at the same time. And then the air started to vibrate real fast and it all just tore apart with a velcro kinda sound and everything vaporized.
“And then I don’t know. There were some kinda critters dancin’ around and holdin’ up these little billboards with shapes on ‘em that would do all kinds of crazy shit. They was showin’ me how to build stuff outta talkin’, and one of ‘em just created a whole gawdamn universe right in front of me by sayin’ BAH bah BAH bah boe.
“Next thing I know there’s an explosion, and I can feel some heat but I didn’t know it was the cannon blowin’ up. Then I’m in the truck with a tourniquet on my leg and I can feel the blood pourin’ out. And now I’m here. But I can’t remember if them boys showed up or not. Did they get them tapes we made for ‘em or did them fuckin’ coyotes make off with everything?”
I didn’t know. So I hauled ass back out to the cemetery to take stock of the havoc we’d wreaked, and see if it was them coyotes or our boys what got that prize bag.