A Trip to Bogulaw's

I'd never been to Boguslaw's before, but it came highly recommended.  Just a little hole-in-the-wall place in the wrong part of town (well, I guess that depends on your point of view).  Most of the street lights were out and the stench of long-past-pick-up trash hit me as I walked down the path of jutting concrete that once was sidewalk.

Most of the buildings around look like they haven't been used in some time.  Funny that we'll yell at a dog for digging hole after hole in a yard that he'l never fil back in, but we'll keep building and leave what came before to crumble into ruins.  Just keep on building.  It's pretty amazing we haven't run out of space yet.

I bet that over there was some shopkeeper's pride and joy.  I can just see him sweeping every now ill-defined corner, polishing every now rusting fixture, and wiping every now broken w--

What's that?

Aw, I'm just hearing things, I think... can't be too careful though.  This is the type of neighborhood that the National Guard wouldn't dare walk through at high noon.  Then again, that's probably an exaggeration.  Still, the empty hulks of buildings aren't much of a confidence booster.  I wonder how long it would take for someone who would care to find a body out here.  Probably shouldn't be thinking that way, especially walking here with nothing but my thoughtsto keep me company.  Still, never can be too careful.  The shadows do seem to be moving around an awful lot.  I'm just--

"Hey you!"

I'm caught.  No telling what the mind behind that voice has planned for me.  Anything is possible, especially here, now...

"Naw, put your hands down, man.  Just wanted to know if you've got a light."

"Sure, sure, uh, no problem.  I'm just a little jumpy I guess."

"Eh, makes sense.  They've really let this place go downhill.  I remember when it was the newest and brightest... but I'm not gonna tell stories.  Have a good night, bud."

"You too."

Jumpy, ha, what an understatement.  So maybe he's not going to kill me right now, but who knows what else he could have planned.  You know, if certain people knew where I am right now...

Well, no time for caution any more, I'd better hurry up before they lock the doors.  One thing about Boguslaw's, you need to be on time... and... remember the password.  Dang, I knew I forgot something.  I wish someone had come with me, but too big of a group might draw too much attention.  Well, I guess it's now or never.

Looks just like everyone said it would.  If it weren't for the little neon sign hanging out front, I wouldn't have thought anyone was inside.  The weathered plywood exterior bears faded party-goers that probably had their last drink a century back.  I wonder if their kids ever visit...  I knock on the only door and an eye slit slowly slides open.

"Whaddaya want?"

"Well, I heard there's, well, uh..."

"Don't know what you're taking about, we're about to close up shop.  Bartenders gotta sleep, too, ya know."

"Please, brother, I..."

"Whadid you call me?"

"Oh, uh, sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, I just, well..."

"Look, scram, will ya?"

"T-t-two..."  I know it, I HAVE to...

"To where?  Home if you've got one.  To what?  That's your business, pal."

ONE, that's it!  "Uh, Two in One, uh, Three in One."

"Cute, now you're doing math problems..."

"No, not math, the, uh, what's that word again?  Oh, the two natures and one Person of..."

"WHOA, PAL!  Stop right there!  Come on in..."

After about three bolts and a latch come undone, the door opens a crack, letting a sliver of light out.  Guess I remembered it right.  Not sure what awaits on the other side so I take a last breath of safe air.  Only, the air wafting out from inside tastes so much better than what's out here.  Well, here I go.

A new direction...

So, I've decided to take this thing in some sort of direction for a while.  I'm going to devote this to posts from a writing project (not really a book, maybe more of a serial?) I'm working on right now.  If it's like everything else I start, I'll probably give up in short order.  Still, maybe someone can take the premise and run with it.  So I'll start with the next post.