The journey is complete, Commons. The story of The Highest One Writing has been told in full. Here is a note for the hypothetical reader I left in the back of the book, hope you don’t mind me sharing it here. It feels like the right thing to do, I dunno.
“All right, that’s it. I don’t know if it makes any sense, but it’s done. It’s all– wait, what is this…? About the author of Doubleyou’Dash Sixty-Three? Really? Who gives a fuck about the author?The books are about the story for Christ’s sake, not the arbitrary shitstain who translated it from the big ehn-Eee.”
The brained man asks if the suited man has any more Cannabis to smoke. The suited man marches across The Shifted Path to Bessy and climbs into the passenger seat.
The brained man catches the suited man at the end of Summer Stroll South. It’s a short, mossy walk, a branch path between The Horseshoe Trail and the greater Summer Stroll route.
The trail runs like a swimming lane, an obstacle course through the wood. Tree roots more than rocks steal stability from the soil and the bends are embanked, packed down from being pounded by running shoes stepped.
“Take a right up Purple Bend,” the brained says to the suited.
The suited man leans passively against the boulder. The brained man sits down on a log across the fire pit, the joint dangling from his lips. The suited man lights the brained man’s joint, then burns a bush of his own.
The brained man is unsure why, but he knows it true as his joint is clenched a third unburned: the suited man waits at The Hillside Commons.
The joint the brained man lost at The True Commons is lodged between the branches of a tree. He plucks it by the roach and tokes slowly. The ember is cherry, her burn harsh and crisp.
The final outcropping, Board’s greatest hideaway stashed far enough off the trail to be unknown. A deaded log stands stuffed with a softball of quartz. A benchrock laid on the mossy boulder, as if placed here to be sat upon. The bird’s eye view of the Wanaque Res’, sanctioned by the government to conceal the secret extraterrestrial base hidden beneath its waters. The spark of a lighter, igniting the tip of the final joint.