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Dunkin Donuts XVII

You know the drill.  Dunkin Donuts, sit down with my decomposition notebook, wait for an angel to come, and share their take on the universe and everything celestial and demonic.  I was used to it by that day, but something in me wanted something more- some tidbits that would surpass all of the fables and antidotes that had found their way in an orbit around me.  So, I’ve got to tell about the new thing that has started to happen to me since the many times I have talked with the angels and demons.

It started when I saw Mike at the gas station.  I was with my mom; she was pumping gas and I was in the passenger seat, looking at the rainbow that had found itself stretched out across the bakery, on the other side of the street.  What struck me was the fact that the top color was purple and the bottom red, like the ROYGBIV was reversed.  It just struck me as something out of order, something not a big deal.  Then I saw Miguel walk out of the convenience store.  He was unwrapping a Twizzlers with his right hand.  He then proceeded to pull it apart with his left hand.  Then he shoved a piece of it into his mouth- the way in which he did so caught me off guard, a little bit like the rainbow.  I could only see his profile, so when he placed the Twizzler into his mouth, it looked like his mouth was a bottomless pit, so that he could place the Twizzler  all the way into his throat without stopping, without the need to chew, like it went into some black hole that was beyond reason, out of this world.  He then chewed, swallowed, and looked directly at me.  He caught my attention, stopped walking towards the bus stop, and stood there, staring at me, for a few seconds.  Then his eyes kind of rolled to the back of his head, like the way they used to in grammar school, before he got kicked out and had to go to the public school a couple blocks away from my house.  His eyes used to roll to the back of his head when he had the chance to laugh at me, in some antagonizing way, while the rest of my classmates would just look away as an awkward social moment would pass, only to roll back into the classroom when the demon in him became bored again.

I hadn’t seen him since my eighth-grade year, when I was babysitting for a family across the street from that school.  We were outside, in front of the family’s house, when Mike walked up to me, just to ask me something stupid, probably just in an attempt to find the authority he used to have when we were young and (kind of) free.  Back then he had a buzz cut, wasn’t much taller than me, and he still had his freckles, just like me.  When I saw him at the gas station, his hair was scruffy, he was tall, and he had a gate that included the air of “not caring,” in some twenty-something year old manner. 

After that I saw him occasionally, riding around the neighborhood where I went to high school with him, junior and senior year.  He had a tan car, and sometimes I would see him driving with his friend Brian.  I had seen them both with my friend Amanda, at an intersection where they called us out in an antagonizing manner, just to zoom off, without a care in the world.  When I was at the Dunkin Donuts, alone, another day, I had seen him multiple times, his smile hinting at a cross between jealousy (of obtaining what I thought I had), the need for a meaning in life.  Maybe he wanted to get married.  Maybe he wanted a baby.  Maybe he wanted to be an angel, like my future plans bestowed.  One week before I was at the Dunkin Donuts that time- that morning, I had a dream where, multiple times,  I saw Mike “pretending” to be males who I had a crush on, who I wanted to be with, who I found attractive.  In my dream, Mike was in a car, thinking of Dan Foggin.  I knew he was thinking of Dan because I had sensed the feeling that Mike conferred before those driving by.  Maybe he obtained his powers by being jealous of Dan’s soul.  Maybe all he needed to do was to think of his problems, or of those people who he didn’t get along with, to pretend

So, that Sunday morning, I sat in the back of the Dunkin Donuts, waiting for an angel, or a demon, or a someone, to come in and tell me what’s going on with heaven and hell and the world and the unknown and the past and present and future.  It was my surprise to watch Gabriel walk in, with his messenger bag slung around his shoulder.  We made eye contact and he waved to me.  He took the chair in front of me out and sat in it and pulled out Ordinary People, and gave it to me.

“What’s this?”  I asked, flipping through the book.

“It’s something I wanted to give you.  We were talking about you in the AA meeting yesterday, and we saw that in your junior year you will be reading it.  I just wanted to give you a heads up.  It’s one of my favorite books.  I especially love the Jesus allusion- I love you.  Is that ok?  -Jesus Christ.” 

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It is just a way that Judith Guest inquires if the main character lets Jesus in his life, if Conrad trusts in God enough to help with his problems.”

“Can I tell you my problem?”  I asked.

“Sure,” Gabriel said.

“The thing is- I keep on having these dreams where Mike from grammar school haunts me, in the way that he pretends to be someone else, and the way in which he obtains this power is beyond me and it makes me feel, unhappy.”

“Do you see him on the left, or the right- when you see him.”

“It’s funny that you ask that- I noticed he is always driving by, towards the right.  Why?”

“When Jesus was crucified on the cross, he was crucified with two other men, one on the right, one the left.  This is a little-known fact, but the point of the crucifixion was beyond the death of Jesus.  It was so that everything holy and even beyond that would tell him how the end of the world would be presented.  This was why Jesus was sent, to save us from the ultimate trouble in the future.”

The door swung open and an old couple walked up to the cashier to buy something.  The lady had a cane and the elder man limped.

“The reason that didn’t happen was because the men on the left and right- switched places.  Not only physically, but mentally, in the fifth dimension.  This distracted the process that was supposed to proceed, so that Jesus would be told how the world would be saved.  And that is how he, and us, were screwed.  It is up to this day, that we are trying to figure out the fallen message.”

I took a moment to soak up all the information.  It was a cross between surreal and almost crazy, but he was one of the boss angels, so I didn’t question it.

“So, does that mean,” I asked, “that I am haunted by this, pretending, because I am a future angel?” I asked. 

“Could be,” he said.  He pulled out his cell phone and brought up something online.  He showed me the screen, and it showed a picture of The Last Supper.

“One of the other things that we talked to about at the AA meeting was the kid behind Bartholomew the apostle.  If you look closely- “

He pointed around the ear of Bartholomew.

“You can see that there is a head in the back of his, in his ear.  It may be a Sarah person, but we think this is in reference to something beyond our knowledge.  I know it sounds crazy to say that aliens existed around the time of Jesus, but who’s to say, you know?”

I looked and could see what he meant.  The area around the ear kind of looked like an alien head- a unisex alien head.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded from his phone.  He clicked it off and slid back, in his chair.  He gathered his bag and pushed the chair back in.

“Well it was nice talking to you,” he said.  “We’ll see you soon.”

And as he walked out the door a huge gush of wind wafted throughout the store, blowing my hair back.  I flipped through the book, and a piece of paper with a quote fell out of it.  It read, “I love them that love me, and those that seek me early shall find me. -Proverbs 8:17”

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