Sila worked as a stripper in San Francisco before moving north and renting a room in Doctor Ong's house. I think her girlfriend was stealing loose change from my room when I was out of the house. She believed that all airplanes traveled along lines of interpretation and thus subject to control from one's thoughts and desires from the ground. Stupid weird shit. Oddly enough, she chose to drive everywhere she went instead of arranging for other less lethal means of transportation. The first time I accepted a ride from her, she demolished an abandoned ten speed bicycle parked too close to the curb leaning against a "no parking" sign. I had never seen, nor since seen, a bicycle fly through the air and crash into and through the window of new age hippie fashion clothing store. Sila, without so much as a glance back to the carnage that ensued. You couldn't have duplicated that chain of events if you tried a thousand times. Deadpan humor was a new experience for me with her and she said, "A bicycle is nothing more than an airplane without wings."
Sila and Doctor Ong would sit on the porch drinking tequila, whispering softly for hours some nights while I wasted my time upstairs. They were planning crime. I knew it. And I was wrong, as my dreams would tell me every night when I fell asleep. And one night a chess piece fell from the sky while I was sitting on the porch, along with Sila, Doctor Ong, Freddie (I call him Freddie because I can't remember his name only that he reminds me of a Freddie somehow) who rented another of the rooms on the upstairs level, and Mr. Peeters, who lived in a tent across the street in an empty lot he owned but evidently could not afford to build a house on as he was habitually unemployed. Everyone said it was a sign from beyond. I knew I was set up. I didn't know which one of them tossed it into the air, or if it was an unseen counterpart from afar, but it landed softly in my lap as I leaned back looking up into the cloudless sky. It was a plastic piece about three inches in length from a common discount store chess set. The Black Queen hit me square in the crotch and bounced onto the floor rolling in a circle. It was an event minimized by the explosion that followed from the back of the house where a studio apartment rented from the Doctor, by one or two odd fellows whom I was never introduced to proper, but came to know from the investigations that followed, were both named Kelly. I always thought they were just potheads?
There was no fireball or flying debris like in the movies, there was only an incredibly large "Boom!" followed by an incredible amount of dust rising into the air surrounding the house and nearby bushes. The power was off and everything had an odd blurry green illumination from lights off in the distance, offset by the flashing red and blue lights from the sirens approaching along the riverside drive. I never heard it, but through the dust I saw the motorcycle travel across the front yard, over the curb, and beyond the freeway overpass. It was certainly not the first thing on my mind. The fact that I was deaf seemed somehow more important in the immediate. I would eventually recover most of my hearing but to this day I have to ask most people to repeat themselves.
This is me about a year later. To be continued.