One night of early spring of 2003 I and my friend Alec waited outside, of his apartment building in Central West End of St. Louis city. Waiting for our Papa John’s Pizza while smoking and still buzzed from our wine; as well we just finish watching H.P. Lovecraft movies. Long came a Mysteries fellow came from nowhere, well at least we thought. We watch this strange man with his blood shot eyes and his puffy lips and rough shallow beard with small stench of strong gin. He dead stop in front of us, our guts filled with better flies became flutter up to our throats shearing space with our heavy beating hearts. We thought to our self almost like telepathically talking to one another, (I and Alec I do mean), “Shit”. The Strange man just stare at us with his bloody eye, I will never forget that bloody eye looking deep into my very self of dark soul frozen in cold air, as if his ghost touching my very essence. Frozen in place I may remind you my dear fellow mortals, from that strange man in just matter of milliseconds felt like a life time to our immortal souls. Friend or foe we did not know man or demon another dilemma of thoughts to fill our human mind. May this be our last day on Earth only god may know? We stood and watch while I let out my last breath filled with buff of smoke. “Waz up waz up waz up” Said the strange man Speed Speech while walking between us to open the door leading into the apartment building. We just let out a bellied of laughs while lilting another cigarette from relief. And from that very day I and my friend Alec always greet each other with waz up waz up waz up every time.

A true story by Robert Eugene Cartnal II