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The mud was soft now under our feet. It hadn't been
soft all winter until now and it was soft and we didn't
mind. It'd been a very warm day and long, and I had wanted
to take pictures but had no film. We were certainly out now
though. I had biked around the lake and it had gotten very
dark about half way around. I stopped a few times to look
at the moon on the lake and then I rode home. Ryan called.
"I have a photo shoot I have to do and I was wondering
if you'd come with me? I want to take pictures of trains
when they come by and I don't want to have to wait for them
alone. We can bring my guitar."
I agreed to go and he picked me up from my house and we
drove to the train tracks. We parked the car and got his
guitar out and his tripod, camera, and flash. The woods
were dark and bare but the path was made visible by the moon
and the sky was clear.
"What'd you do this weekend?" I asked as we walked down
the path to the tracks. The trees were crowding overhead
and it was getting more difficult to see and I was happy to
know that we were almost there.
"I hung around with Tom on Friday night and we went to
a show with Kevin and Paul."
"Was it a good show?"
"Yes."
We went down a hill to the tracks and he set up the
tripod and waited for the trains. The rocks that we were
sitting on were cold but I didn't mind very much. It'd been
a good day and I was tired and it felt good to sit down.
I'd brought a flashlight and some paper and a book to read.
I'd hoped on not talking very much because I was so tired
and I didn't really feel much like talking. I read out loud
from the book, to Ryan, a part that I thought was funny and
we both laughed and then it was quiet again. Ryan lit a
cigarette and I shut the book and figured I ought to talk.
"What'd you do this weekend?" he asked.
"Not much. I went and saw a movie by myself Friday
night and stayed home Saturday night and wrote on the
computer."
"Exciting."
"James popped on over late Saturday night."
"Is it his Spring Break?"
"Yep. And we talked for a while and it felt all
foreign and fake but it was pretty good to see him. I'm
sure he thinks I'm boring."
"You are boring. You want a cigarette?"
I took it and lit it.
"I told my brother I gave up smoking for God that
night I got drunk."
Ryan laughed and picked up his guitar and played a few
chords.
"I think I'm going to drink for a living," I said.
"It's a good profession until you get addicted to it."
"So then I won't get addicted," I smiled. "Do you know
any songs that I can sing?"
"Like what?"
"Like the ABC's or Jesus Loves Me?"
He laughed.
"How about the Sundays? Play that one song, Medicine."
"Which one is that? The one you like so much?"
"It'd do you good to learn it," I said. "It'd do you
plenty good to learn it. You'd learn my life story if you
learned that song."
"It sounds boring," he said and played Medicine.
"'And it was such a really cold hand/ I held as the
wind sighed/ "I'm not going and how can I lie"/ just be
glad/ because there's no way back there now'" I sang.
And he stopped when he was through and we talked some
more. We talked about writing and writer's block and Naomi
and then we were quiet again. Ryan played a few more chords
that echoed through the woods and we were getting cold.
"How long has it been?"
I checked my watch.
"An hour and a half."
"Forget it, there aren't any trains coming tonight."
"Thats right. They've decided not to run tonight, I
forgot to tell you."
"Well, that's sure a lot of help you've turned out to
be," he said as he got his things together.
We started walking down the tracks trying to find the
path that led through the woods and back to the car. We
took one path that curved around and put us back out on the
tracks. We kept walking.
"'Dig down to the earth here outside/ lose my mind
here any day now/ don't be sad/ we're only half way there/ o
no/ that's what I call home/ you remember the hills we
slithered down/ "I'm not going anywhere"/ you lied'" I
sang some more.
We tried the next path and it came to a dead end in the
woods.
"Are we going to get out of here tonight?" Ryan asked.
"'I need another look at before/ though heaven knows
how I'd ever make/ my way back there now/ and I need another
look at before/ although heaven knows how I'd ever make/ my
way back there now/ now I know it's hopeless/ and I realise
it's nowhere/ hell here on my own'" I answered.
"The next one will be it."
We took the next path and it was the right path and we
went home without the trains.
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Copyright (c) 1993 Kevin Bishop