Moon Walk

"Let's trip fantastic and not end up like the others and do our very
own thing and say fuck you to everything that's happened in the past.
We're the ones that are alive now not any of those old fashioned
politicians and rich philosophers sitting by their warm fires reading
musty old books and if we could just gather and revolt against anything
we could disprove everything they spent their sorry lives trying to
prove."
Jimmy Fairbanks took a deep breath after this long winded rant and
followed it up with a deep slug of beer because he knew he was running
a few sips behing his buddy Chris Brady.
"If we could just break out and say fuck it and realize that in the
end life is just a short interval of existence between two infinite
periods of non-existence so why worry about anything?"
Chris couldn't contain himself any longer, replying, "God Jimmy that's
about the best god damn thing you've ever said in your life," and they
were both filled with an overpowering sense of enlightenment and hope
that surged through their young drunken bodies. They stumbled along the
quiet country road curving through gently sloping hills covered in high
grass tinged with dew. The moon shined bright that night, opening them
up to a new world, a world they would usually fly past with the help of
shining carlights or the soft buzz of the television. Jimmy looked off
to his left at a long, sloping hill covered in moonlight and said,
"come on Chris lets go to the top!"
Chris hopped over the barbed wire fence, tearing his parka in the
proccess, and said, "ah who gives a fuck," as he broke into a free
spirited sprint up to the top of the hill. He could see Jimmy in front
of him raging up the hill, tripping and falling and yelling and getting
right back up and running again. The cool spring air brushed against
Chris' face and the wet dew ran through his shoes and he felt alive. He
ran on and could see Jimmy as clear as day up ahead at the top of the
hill.
Soon they both stood at the top of the hill looking all around them,
sillouhettes of lonely oak trees dotting the countryside. Chris felt an
inspiration not easily equaled as he told not only Jimmy or himself or
the grass or the oak trees, "god dammit, here we are, just look at it!
Jesus, how could any of those brainwashed idiots be sleeping or
watching TV or having some meaningless conversation while the moon is
full and shining and lighting up just about everything? Maybe I'm some
hopeless, naive, romantic dreamer but isn't this view worth anything?
Isn't this night worth anything? People need to wake up and realize
that they're alive! Me and you are alive but who else it?"
"I don't know dude," Jimmy replied. "All I know is that me and you are
here on this beautiful hillside with a perfect view of the full moon
and God I hope that counts for something because if it doesn't I think
I'd be better off dead."
This was a night of rants, so on they ranted on the top of that little
hill, knowing it was the top of the world, at least the top of their
world. It was essential that they do so and essential to the rest of
the world, or so they thought, until they were ready for their next
beer only to realize they had none left. They carried on valiantly with
rants full of passion and loud shouts and laughs, but hope was slipping
fast and they both knew they would be lucky to make it home. They
finally made it back to Jimmy's house and the clock flashed 2:17 in
green flourescent numbers on the kitchen microwave. They silently
shuffled into his room, now feeling a million miles apart, at a loss of
words, so Jimmy lay on his bed and Chris grabbed his sleeping bag and
crawled in and dropped his head heavily on to the carpet. He spent a
few seconds trying to ponder the night but made no progress, so he
focused on falling asleep as the room spun around him. He had no idea
what to expect the next morning, he just hoped he'd still be alive.