savage_henry

{I begin again. I need to get out of my own way and just do this. The best material is that which is unscripted, unplanned. Fresh, unrefined, rough. All words to describe an idea that juts into my head, ready to be spoken aloud. The problem comes from trying to process the idea. trying to package it, distribute it, sell it. Something is lost then. This begs the question though, what do you prefer more? A beatiful sparkling gem, handled and pawed until it is what you want it to look like? Or a rough lumpy crystal that you'd probably kick down the street as soon as admire? Imagine an old stone archway, straight out of the Indiana Jones movies, deep in the jungle. It conceals a labryinth jewels, but this doorway is clogged and congested with overgrowth. I get past this, and I'm ready to go. This time though, I get to keep the idol and the whip.}

I turned a newly peeled, bleary eye towards my surroundings. I think two questions simultaneously. Where am I and what time is it? Hmm, the sky is blue and I can't see the sun, so I guess it's the middle of the day. I'm on the... brown carpeted floor with a very flattened pillow under my head. My head is sorta swimming so that means I probably drank. Clothes still on? Check. Damn, this means I didn't get any. Well, another day perhaps (I hate telling myself this.) I look around and see nothing that looks familiar. I don't hear any sounds of anyone. Where the hell am I? I leaned up immediately was aware that my left arm hurt. I probably slept on it badly. I slowly stood up and got a better look at this place. A hotel room! That's great! This means....well it means I wasn't rotting at home! Yes! The bed is made, perfect except for a missing pillow. What the fuck? Nothing on the dresser or the nightstand. Well, I guess I should go? I really wish I could remember more, but then if I did, this might be distressing. Well, I open the door, passing by the bathroom, which also looks immaculate, and step into the hall.