Death as a yacht club
He shrugged at the panic grass at the edge of the parking lot. “It’s to be planted along roadsides to keep the dust from kicking up as cars pass. We’ve engineered it to look a bit nicer, have broader, greener blades.” He looked behind me as he said this, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together at his hips. An engineer and his plans.
![[An image of grey grasses]](/blog/postimages/2006-03-03-death-as-a-yacht-club.jpg)
Winter returned to Kingston. The blades where white, rising weakly out of the ground. Nighttime in the yacht club across from Ballard park, we looked at his dying grasses. I felt like 1815. That’s why I left him there.
Max wrote:
Lucas was just standing there. “What the hell is this green stuff?” He asked. “Umm…Luke…That’s grass” He was starting to creep me out. He didn’t say anything. I shrugged. The silence was starting to make me feel awkward. I made something up. “It’s to be planted along roadsides to keep the dust from kicking up as cars pass. We’ve engineered it to look a bit nicer, have broader, greener blades.” He just stared at me. I thought maybe he was drunk. His lips opened as if he was going to say something but he just belched. At least that was something. I started to fidget. He looked back the grass. It was fucking freezing and my hands were numb. I said “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m bored of looking at this grass”. In a flash he sprinted back to the car, slammed the door shut and started the engine. He was really starting to scare me. I thumped my hands on his window. “LUKE, Fuck man, seriously, its cold. Let me in man” He kept his eyes forward, and his hands locked to the wheel. “LUKE!” He hit at the gas and drove and drove and drove through the corn fields untill he finally hit the horizon and was gone.
I walked home. The next morning I got a call from a Dr. Bernstein. Lucas was in the hospital. Room 1815. He was OK but he kept mumbling something about a yacht club. “You’re the friend right, the engineer?” He asked. “Umm…Yeah, well, no, not at all actually. But that sounds like him” I replied. “Thanks” I said and hung up. I didn’t care anymore. I was sick of this happening every weekend. Asshole.
Posted on 06-Mar-06 at 6:11 pm | Permalink
Katie wrote:
Damn Max is funny, and Lucas you’re just confusing.
Posted on 02-Jun-06 at 11:03 am | Permalink