Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
PROSE – REFLECTION
I wish I had a wonderful, delightful tale about this title, but I don’t. Unfortunately, I’m unable to offer the sorted adventure due to one fact. I don’t remember a thing from that night. I went so far as to ask friends for their account of the evening’s activity. Nothing!
The overall opinion of the everyone involved that night is the following:
“Man, I can’t tell you,” one said, as he shook head with I can only describe as look of shame on his face. I immediately thought the worst.
“Man, tell me.” I exhaled deeply squaring myself, “I can take it.” I assured him. He shook me off.
He sat there quietly for several minutes as if he were trying to decide if he was ready to be the herald of bad news. Then, slowly, he began his tale. Quickly, I realized what he was holding back had nothing to do with me.
As I talked to the rest of my buddies their tales were similar. One work up in a tree. Another in a ditch with a woman.
“Really, dude?” I asked. He just nodded
“Name?” I asked, he shrugged.
“Japan, huh?” he asked, I nodded
“Cool, you made out better than we did,” he said, looking up towards the sky as if it had some universal truth waiting to be discovered behind the clouds. I also found myself looking up, searching for what I imagined to be the same thing or some truth completely different. Neither, I can be certain about. Then I heard his voice bringing me back.
“You can’t remember anything, brother…blessing…no shame” he said.
I nodded thinking there’s that
Memoirs of Madness 