Resumed from this video's description: • Aaron from mewithoutyo...
...so I found some logs and a long strip of vinyl trash and strapped them together, and they floated on the water level, so I put some old 2x4s on top and then took off my clothes and put them and my books in these plastic bags, wrapped them in an old raincoat I found and set them on the 2x4s. then I found some rope that someone had used to tie up mystery animal bones to a tree maybe in some sort of ritual, and I untied it and took the skull for good measure, tied the skull to the raft and the raft to the rope and the rope to my neck and started the swim. not even one tenth of the way there I start cramping up from all the walking I'd done, and I got scared and grabbed onto some fixed driftwood and waved down this fishing boat. half out of the water and only in my underwear, a yellow bundle floating ten feet away on a makeshift raft fastened to my neck, I started, "I know how this must look, he said I was unsafe, but he wouldn't give me a lift maybe cause it was all too weird, so he insisted I turn back, and I said I'm going on with or without him, so he sped off and I got back to swimming and praying out loud. I did the backstroke, so the prayer sounded funny in my head cause my ears were underwater and I trusted God and thought what a funny story this would all make (tho I'm sorry it's so long; hypocrisy again noted). then I would turn over and swim the breaststroke with the rope between my teeth, and switching back and forth like that for over an hour I made it maybe 2/3 the way across and finally waved down some real nice water-ski family who picked me up and fed me a bologna and cheese sandwich and dropped me on the north shore.I took off what little I had on and on a lonely old rock lay down in the sun next to a rotten fish skeleton. the distant roar of factory machines, the steady rush of cars and trucks going where they're going much faster than me, a big spider web blowing around above me and the warm wash of sun all put me to sleep, but I jumped up after maybe a minute disoriented and paranoid and naked, sensing the fallen tree trunks and dead leaves and close flying dragonfly were conspiring against me, and it made sense at the time, that's how tired I was back on 95 only a few minutes before another trooper, the same routine, hands where I can see 'em, and he found the skull in my bag and it put him on edge. when he ran my ID and came back he said weren't you warned about walking along this road? yes sir, I said. then what the fck are you doing here (it was a reasonable question). I told him the truth, I was just trying to get home, and when I told him my raft story he lightened up a lot. ah, it was about 21 hours in all and I made it home, but the rest of the story's downhill, except I got picked up by this fellow who says he's a Pulitzer prize winner, PhD, published poet, songwriter for Alicia keys and all this other stuff. I tried to be very impressed because those are the most impressive things a person can do in a sense. I'm not trying to come down on the guy, that's how we allk. cos look, can I ask your forgiveness for something? in saying all this, all I'm really trying to do is make myself out to be. 8-14-2003
15 июл 2007
