The bright yellow light illuminates my hands as the keyboard rattles away from the incessant clicking of my quick typing. The white walls are covered with a layer of dust that seems to complement the spider webs all too well, shaking back and forth in the wind from my window. I step away from the glowing temple of data and slowly head to my faucet to fill my once again empty bottle which was quickly emptied. I never drink tap water since it leaves a bad taste in my mouth so I head for the Britta that sits in my fridge. The rather nasty smell of old food and rotten meat slowly drift to my nose, “I have to clean this goddamn thing sooner or later...” ...trailing off as I find my water god and slowly fill up my jug. Lights shine in the window of my kitchen and a car pulls into the drive way of my early 1960's style home. The lights resemble that of a corolla so I safely assume that my mother is finally home. I quickly walk back to my room in hopes that I won't have to talk to anyone and can just remain and chat or perhaps watch a movie in solitude. This of course fails miserable as she follows me into my room and questions me with the "daily's" as I like to call them. “How was school.... did anything happen?”
“No... same old. Nothing new ever happens in this town.”
“You may want to be thankful for that... gods know things change all to fast.”
“...” silence seems to crush the room... and I am baffled at this seemingly amazing sentence.
“What about constants....” She has walked away before I could finish what I was going to say. I had no idea what I was going to say to her.

5:32 am “The utter Destruction of man is at hand”
Shaken awake by the loud clap of thunder

Sleep is boring. so I tend to never sleep very much. I would rather remain awake and thinking than having my sub conscious run a muck in my dreams. I stand up from my chair and feel strangely dizzy... I grasp for the nearest stable object but fail and only hit the ground. My cat sleeping right in front of me is startled awake and stares at me in curiousness. “Hey... stupid, help me.” The cat appears to scowl at me and crawls onto my back and falls asleep on top of me. “Goddam idiot cat...” I grumble to myself as I lay on the ground more helpless than a tray of potato pancakes at a barmitzfa. I couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with me, but my head was spinning and I felt as if throwing up was in my near future. Sooner or later I believe I passed out between the hours of about six or seven. I woke up in a shock and sat up quick not noticing that my damn cat was still on my back. He kindly thanked me by clinging onto my back with what felt like every sharp extremity that this damn feline had. I ripped the cat out of my back and tossed him down to the ground where he promptly ran away. A splitting headache would be a lite way of saying what I was experiencing. I ran to the medicine cabinet looking for some strong painkiller that would dull the sensation that I was experiencing... perkiden... excellent. Pain just has a way of melting away when your under the influence of heavy painkillers. What I felt for the next few hours was nothing short of euphoria. Walking into my kitchen gave me the sudden urge to eat anything in site. I guess my little incident had given me a very big case of the munchies that and the fact that taking perkiden on an empty stomach was not exactly advises by any doctor or pharmacist. I gobbled down some fruit that I had lying around my fridge seeing that is was the only thing that hadn't managed to rot away. In disgust I slammed the fridge shut and got out of my house as soon as I could. Slightly jogging to my car I noticed that the window was smashed in. A feeling of dread crawled over my body, and hoped that whoever did this realized that the only item of worth in my car was a quarter in the ash tray. Making quite a bad mistake I got into my car after clearing off the glass from my seat. The perkiden was still having a large effect on me and my body felt numb. The doctor seemed to be a great idea at the time, but I didn't really want to waste any time unless I knew this was serious. Although it seemed serious... perkiden seemed to make all that just melt away.


9:32 pm “The Second Coming of Christ”
If only we could see where we are heading
My bed was rather discomforting because of the slump in the middle that seem to make my lower back just miserable. My back pain had become chronic recently and for someone of my age, it isn't exactly a good sign of aging. I got up from starting at the stucco that was pealing off my walls to hear a tap tap on the window. I walked towards the window and saw a man standing under my window sill dressed in a panda suit. I had to let him in, considering the fact that anyone standing at my window in a panda suit had to be important. The man crawled in (I don't quite know how... but he did) and introduced himself, “I'm Jesus.” There is nothing mere words can say to explain what exactly I was feeling at that time. It was either I had a lunatic in my room, or I was just going insane. “Errrr... yeah nice to meet you... I'm...”
“...Yes I know.” He answered quickly before I could finish.
“I am slightly curious... why the fuck are you wearing a panda suit?”
“Well... the man upstairs thought that to an atheist, a panda suit would seem more appealing than say me with wings or even me in the form of a bright light. Considering the circumstances I think you should be honored that I am in your room right now... not many mortals get a visit from me.” I was absolutely awe struck, I am insane.
“How do I know your actually who you say you are...?”
“Are you really going to doubt a man standing in your room dressed like a panda?”
“No... I guess not.”
“If you want proof, I do have a lot of fish and stale bread around here somewhere.”
“No... thats quite fine. I can only guess that you are going to need a place to sleep. Mind the floor?”
“Ummm... well I don't really need anything, I would prefer to just stand in your closet and sleep there.” He moved towards the closet and shut the door on himself. I heard a muffled voice as I crawled into my bed, “Good Night.”

10:32 am “Breakfast with Christ”
A suttle approach to cheerios
A loud snoring awakes me early in the morning. “So Jesus. has a snoring problem.” The kitchen was nothing short bone dry of food. I did manage to find a box of cheerios and some milk that hadn't rotted yet in the fridge. “I really need to go shopping.” After pouring a hefty bowl of cheerios, I heard a door swing open and my good buddy Jesus sauntered on into the kitchen. He looked in need of a shave and his panda suit was rather dirty. Before I could blink, a piece of fish entered his hands and he began to gnaw on the damn thing like he was a pack animal. “I guess traveling the Middle East does that to ya?” He skowled at me and continued to feast on his fish breakfast. My appetite suddenly went away as the disgusting crunching sounds of fish drove me away from my milk. I really wished he had a napkin because he was making quite the mess on my kitchen table. As I walked into my living room, the dizzyness returned and I hit my head pretty hard on the floor when I landed. Must have been passed out for about 4 hours or so, because when I awoke... Jesus was watching tv about three feet away from where I had fallen. “We like to call that mortal exposure.”
“What?”
“Mortal exposure. Its when you are exposed to a being of a higher light and you experience dizzyness and sometimes accompanied by fainting spells. Don't worry... its hardly fatal.”
“Wow... great, so along with your fish feast every morning, I also get to pass out at randoms moments.”
“Driving is not reccomended, or operating heavy machinary.” I knew I had heard that before, and then I remembered the bottle of perkiden that was in my medicine cabinet. It happened to say the same thing. I somehow managed to pull myself off the ground and took a peak at the clock. “Shit.. I am late for work... I got to go. Don't die for someones sins or anything till I get back, and no getting crux
ified, thats just a big mess I don't want to have to clean up.” Jesus waved me away out the front door and I was off to work.

11:32 am “One Scoop away from madness”
A bright flashing banner with all the prices on it
The cinemas uniform was stifiling hot and the black pants certainly didn't help at all. Customers with the intelligence the size of a rock in a creek bed were constantly haunting my presence with there mindless dribble. The questions are nothing but repeatative, “How much is popcorn,” “Where are the prices of sodas.” All of this when a bright flashing banner is right behind me with all the prices on one large illuminated board.



I am sure that I could think of far worse things that customers do... but that happens to be the worst at the moment. Cleaning the theatres had to be the worst part of the job. Currently I had to clean up the latest blockbuster for the idiots in this town. “For all the slides in this theatre that state, 'do no leave your garbage in the theatre,' we sure do have a lot of garbage.”
“Agreed... people sure are piggy... it certainly shows in the upkeep of the planet dosn't it?” There sat jesus in all his panda glory chomping down on a large fish like it was an apple. The cruching made me shudder to think of what he was eathing through to get to the flesh. “Ya know,” He says among mouthfulls of fish, he spits out a bone and continues, “I don't understand the cinema in your world. Its as if real life just isn't good enough so you seem to want to live in an hour and a half dream world. Whats the deal... it tooks seven days to create paradise, and humans still arn't satisfied.”
“I just work here... what do you expect from me?”
“My moneys worth.”
“You didn't pay to get in here and we both know that.”
“He wasn't happy about the fish I left him either... the guy working the counter said I could go in just as long as I took it with me.”
“Ever thought of just eating popcorn like the other customers?”
“Nah...” as he takes a huge bite out of the fish carcas, “Butter taste great on fish.”
“Ugh... stop tha...” I started to feel dizzy and light headed, “Dammit... not again.” I fell to the ground with a rather loud thud. Luckly enough I didn't fall unconscious, so I was able to resume work with a horrible headache. “That certainly will be something to get used too. Don't worry... it should diminish to about just a slight light headedness after I am around for a while. Atleast this time you didn't pass out... thats a sign of gaining an immunity.”
“The headaches still hurt like hell...” I groaned and stood up grasping my broom is an effort to finish the cleaning job that I had started. Jesus stood up with his mangled fish in his hands and slowly started to walk out the door. He began to speak between the mashing and chewing of his fishy banquet, “You may want to be thankful for that... gods know things change all to fast.”
“My mom told me that.... I didn't have any way to answer her... at the time.”
“I don't think you can answer that with a rebuttle of any kind, the truth is hard to battle.”
“Things do change so fast... atleast I do know there are constants...”
“No you don't, nothing is certain.”
“...”
“You know that... even my existence isn't certain... for all you know, and you said this before... I may just be a crazy old bum that is looking for a place to stay... although,” He waves his carp violently at me, “this fish don't lie!”
“Ugh... get that thing out of here.”
“This is delicious... its amazing that you humans hate fat so much that you would use soy bean oil instead of real butter... amazing.” He takes another large bite and walks out of my site with his fish remains in hand covered in an oily substance.
“Ugh... that smell of fish and fake butter is enough to make you sick, god... damn....”...I fell over and passed out after that moment.

11:32 pm “I seperate myself from existence”
Goddam Brainwrap
A brainwrap can be best described as wrapping of the brain. A brain is what you thread the film through to run your movie. You run film through the brain and then feed it over to the projector where it is placed on the housing and light is displayed on the film. Now if film wraps around the brain is creates tension on the film and the film stops moving over the housing. This is commonly seen on the screen as a burnt piece of film. If your lucky you can get to the film before it snaps and everything falls to hell. Then of course you have to go upstairs and splice all the flim back together and thread everything again. “Fuck.... this is bad...” I dodged in and out of consciousness hearing the tale ends of a conversation between my manager and another worker.
“Jesus christ what the hell happened?”
“I dunno... get the splicer and fix it now.”
“Ugh.... what happened?” I groaned as I sat up to see I was sitting on the projection booth floor.
“Oh, good your awake, we clocked you out after you fell, can't have you fighting for work man's comp you know.”
“errr... what happened to this film?” As I finish my sentence jesus came into focus in the room with a cinema workers uniform on and a pair of black pants with sandals on beneath.
“Oh no... please no, I hate headaches.” And Jesus spoke,
“Sorry kiddo, need money to buy fish.”
“You can create fish, why buy it?”
“No one can create fish... I buy it like anyone else.” He walked over to the projector and surveyed the situations. Suddenly I felt another splitting headache coming on and the convultions of an upset stomach set in. Mortal exposure was taking the best of me and it was becoming a real pain in the ass. “Oh shit....” I threw up in the nearest box available. “Jesus, take me home, I am not feeling well.”
“No shit genius, come on.” My eyes pulsed with pain of just being opened. The red bloodshot hot balls of vision ached long into the back of my head. Jesus picked me up and carried me to my car in the parking lot. I smelled the fish and soy bean oil and suddenly felt another volley of vomit was going to make an apperance very soon. “Put me down, now!” The curb got a new paint job reguardless of it needing one or not. The sweet sour smell of acids churned in my mouth as I let loose volley after volley of hard solid spew. “Wow... your taking mortal exposure pretty badly.”
“Its the.... 'urk' ... fish, and I am 'ugh' sure that mortal exposure isn't helping.”
“Comeon... lets get you home, I will make you something to sip on, tell me, where can I buy marijuana?”
“Why?”
“It works for cancer patients, maybe we can settle your stomach.”
“What about the bible being against substances such as this?”
“There is something I call, 'taking a message too far'. Its ment to be interpreted as guidelines, not living requirements.”
“Well, you certainly put it all in perspective didn't you.” I never thought that I would see the day that Jesus Christ bought a half sack and get all the slang perfect with the dealer. He did an amazing job of making a good friend at the same time, although I don't think someone of the drug dealers stature was exactly a valued alli. I think the term destructive of biblical proportions is rather appropriate at the time that Jesus Christ is buying drugs. The vomit had not stopped, but I did run out of fuel for the fire if you get my drift. It had come down to just me being nauseous and dry heaving while sitting. “Make it stop.” I squeked.
“Will do kiddo.” Jesus was driving my sorry little hatch back at this time and was going pretty fast to get to the comfort of my home where my mom would no doubt be waiting. She was staying at my house that month for some reason. College seemed to make her think that I was accomplishing something with my life besides what I was about to do with a half sack of a illegal substance. “Here... smoke this now.” Jesus handed me what I thought was not possible, a joint rolled by the hands of Christ. He handed me a lighter also and I proceeded to light up. I often do hates the after affects of marijuana. Loss of memory, being stupified, slurs of speech, and talking like a moron when burnt out. Seeing one to many burnouts would make anyone want to refrain from smoking the green herb. “Man... I am hungry... wanna get some food or something.” My eyes were twice as bloodshot as they were before. I was experienceing what many hippies and stoners coined as “The Munchies.” “Jesus... feed me now!” I reached for the most available scrap of food.... a piece of butter covered cod that jesus had left over. I wolfed it down like a starving Iraqi child after a bombing raid carried out by the United States. “Wow,” commented Jesus, “you just ate my carp and didn't even flinch. That must be some really good pot.” A phrase I would never expect to hear from Jesus.

12:56 am “Everything seems darker when its about to rain”
Downtown and walking on the Ritz
Still stoned was a light way to put the state I was currently in. To have eaten any of Jesus' fish, I must be pretty fucked up. I could still feel the flakes of skin crawling down my throat. The plaza was rather dark at this time of night and it was rather calm and cool. The air ran past my body and it sent shivers down the back of my spine and shook me violently with a fast twitching.