Uncle Drew's Lysergic Backbrain Apocalypse (Slight Return)
Out by the dishwasher, Protein Bob flagged me down. “Hey! James! You wanna go back over Jeff’s tonight? He’s got some kinda deal going.”
“Flying cats?”
“Naw, I doubt it---but there’ll be some beer, some Tequila and shit…”
“That works, I guess.” I figured that Candi was enough of a frequent flyer at Jeff’s to where she knew her way around his vitamin drawer…maybe I’d see her again.
I was dropping trash barrels off when Clem caught up with me. “Dude, what the fuck?!”
“What?”
“That shit with Eddie. You looked guilty as all hell.”
“What do you mean?”
“Eddie thinks you did it!”
“No…but I know who did…”
“So?”
I had to stew on that one. Of course, I wasn’t guilty----so why should I act like I was?
C.F. Roberts is a writer, visual artist, videographer and antimusician living in Northwest Arkansas with his wife, writer Heather Drain and a small menagerie of animals. He published and edited SHOCKBOX: The Literary/Art Magazine with Teeth from 1991 to 1996. He sings lead for the rock band, the S.E. Apocalypse Krew while also commandeering his own industrial project, 90 Lb. Tumor. He most recent publication credits are in Fearless, Paraphilia, Pressure Press Presents, Crab Fat Literary Magazine, The Birds We Piled Loosely, Blue Collar Review, Corvus Review, Antique Children, and Guerilla Genesis Press. His book, The Meat Factory and Other Stories, is available from Alien Buddha Press.
