C4 antho - Chamber Four

On Castles ~177~
“No, I’m concerned about the Middle Eastern coke supply.”
“Funny. I should sleep now. Fuzzy sheep. Look out beloowwwww.”
“Wes?”
“Yesss.”
“Take care of yourself.”
* * * *
Wesley and I once had simultaneous panic attacks. We
were on an airport shuttle outside Vail, Colorado. The night
before we’d had too much cocaine and Wild Turkey at a
friend’s wedding. Everyone else on the shuttle looked normal.
I remember Wes sweating and pleading with the normal
looking passengers to let him out because he was having
acute kidney failure.
“Don’t you know I am the duke of Archibald?” he
screamed at the driver.
* * * *
I worry about Wesley. People blowing up every day. I
watch terrorists on TV because it is the new national pastime.
I am watching them now. They are mourning the loss of another
terrorist. They are in some drab little neighborhood I
will never see in my lifetime. How long would they mourn for,
I wonder? I watch by myself on the couch. I have a Tom
Collins. I know the President isn’t watching. He is golfing in
Palm Springs, which has the least amount of terrorists per
capita in the universe. I watch intently. One terrorist has on