schizophrenia
Well-Known Member
Your remarks are stimulating enough to extend the visual narrative further - On a lazy summer afternoon somewhere under the blue sky and on the brown earth in a beach shack where the water is blue like that eyes of a Nordic lass, a small group of people have gathered. Old buzzards with sunburnt crow wrinkles in their eyes that has seen many many battles and realised over many seasons that winning or losing a woman has the same meaning, and few young guns those who are raring to go, citius, Altius and fortius. A young girl in her twenties in jeans shorts, red top, sneakers and bunny up hair is tending the bar. She has a tanned skin, toned up long legs whose lean muscles indicate that she is active in sports, athletics may be and her blue eyes like the ocean around her is sometimes lost to the distance. An old cassette player ( National Panasonic ) is playing near the counter, assortment of country, rock, pop and blues ( 50's - 90's),nothing contemporary. Sometimes sprinkled with Kishore or Rafi. At that point Dylan is breaking all hell by knocking at Heaven's Door. They wet their parched up throats guzzling beer and booze, laughing at their innane grumpy awkward manly jokes. Few were betting whether the counter girl will be a game for one night lay and which of the studs she will prefer - old villains having the charm and trick to turn a girl on fire or young Turks bubbling with the vitality of a horse. They laugh and utter profanities lovingly as they would have called their sweethearts. Life had been cruel and kind and while they have hit the dust many a times, the eternal mongering soul had kept them going with a lust for Life. Two guys get up and step out of the crowd. Silence falls as it happens before a duel. Both Captain and Uncle take a step forward and hug each other like long lost friends, did any one saw tears in the corner of their eyes ? Aw bullshit that's booze getting hold to your imagination old man.What a combo....War Pigs and Dogs of Wars...
Here I Go, TURN THE PAGE...
On a long and lonesome highway,.......
Cheers..
(already feels like we all forum members r together sitting in some stingy bar on a hot summer afternoon...sipping beer...and an old cassette player playing these songs...laughing out on our own FRs and the escapades we have had)
" You did not desert me, my Brothers in Arms", Dire Straits voiced from the rickety cassette player in the background.