About the Author (Part One)
As I have acquired some new followers on WordPress.com, facebook, figment, Booksie, twitter and Wattpad recently, I decided to write a rough draft for a new video blog I hope to release soon.
My internet video blog show is called What’s Up? which is a really casual video blog on a large variety of topics, themes and recent developments.
I have been a substitute teacher for River East Transcona School Division for about three years now. I absolutely love the job for a variety of reasons. When I’m not out subbing I can usually be found on my computer listening to music and audio books, reading ebooks, writing my own written, audio and video blogs and watching some movies and tv shows.
My second job at this time is that of an aspiring writer. I started writing my own original work when I was working in a mental health rehabilitation facility. While I worked there I taught a drama class to the residents. When I found that I was having a difficult time finding both age appropriate and entertaining educational plays for my students I started writing my own plays. I started off by writing a drama version of The Escaped Convict. This was followed by my personal favorite, Roswell 1947. Over the years I have revised this play at least three times and still have to work on a ready to be published edition.
I had so much fun writing my plays that I decided to continue writing after I left my job at The Mental Health Center. I thought I might try my hand at writing short stories, novellas and novels and possibly a few poems this time around. I will likely even write a devotional book. I have found that writing can be quite addictive. The aspect of the writing life that I find most challenging is formatting but I’m trying to teach myself how to do this properly.
Probably my personal favorite of my original works that I have written is The Roswell 1947 Play. I found that this play almost wrote itself and that I would often burst out laughing at the inherent comedy in the play as I was writing it. There is a lot of slap stick and bathroom humour in this piece of writing. Actually it’s a very bizarre play that I would highly recommend to my readers, fans and followers.
A few years ago I wrote a short novella called Lake Mariposa. I also got a lot of enjoyment writing this one. Its theme is a coming of age story that takes place in the nineteen sixties and that focuses on the exhilarating pleasure and devastating pain of unrequited young love.
I presently have three works in progress. They are all novels. One is titled The Cover Up. Thematically it deals with the abysmal failure of our present mental health system. The second work in progress is about life on the independent wrestling circuit.
I am presently working most actively on my third work in progress, a novel called The Lake Demon. This is a sort of stream of conscious novel that on one level deals with an expedition to search for the elusive, Canadian lake monster, Ogopogo. On another level the story is about man’s attempts to wrestle with his own personal demons. I am basically writing this novel using a flying by the seat of my pants approach.
Recently I have signed on as a member of a few internet writers’ sites including Wattpad, WordPress.com, Booksie, Figment and Mibba. While perusing these sights I have had the privilege of reading other aspiring writers’ works. I was amazed to see how good their writing is and that the majority of new writers are young people. This is good to see. I hope they don’t get discouraged and keep on rocking out with their personal writing.
The stories that I most enjoy have very strong and unusual characters. The writer who I believe does the best job of characterization is Stephen King. I’m running out of gas so I’ll just wrap this session up as Part One and continue on with Part Two later. Have a great day,
Ken David Stewart
PS I’m also a fanatic professional wrestling fan.
After about a thirty minute drive Winston Stanfield pulled up his white Ford Tempo in front of his lake side cottage. “Here we are boys, I have a feeling that we’re going to have a lot of fun this weekend. I’ve got plenty of wrestling videos, video games and a great collection of dvds that aren’t about wrestling. We’ll also have some great conversations and I’ll even take you guys out for a ride on my speed boat tomorrow. Does that sound like a plan?”
“It sure does,” answered Wally.
“From what Wally’s told me about you, you sound like a pretty cool guy,” added Garry.
“That’s true I am, come to think of it,” said Winston with a chuckle. “I’m what people call, young at heart and a free spirit. The way I look at it, life should be fun, at least most of the time,” s
Winston Standfield was a tall thin man in his early sixties. His hair was snow white, long and tied back in a ponytail. Winston wore a unique pair of glasses with white/silver frames. He was wearing a gray tee shirt that appeared to have some kind of food stain on it. Winston liked to wear old, well- worn Wrangler jeans. He was fortunate to have lost all the extra weight that he carried when he had been a pro wrestler. It was also to his credit that he had stopped using anabolic steroids. By the time Winston had left professional wrestling two wrestlers he had once battled died early deaths related to their use of performing enhancing drugs.
Wally and Garry both carried in their suitcases that were packed with some clothes and toiletries for their weekend stay.
“Can I get you guys any coffee or pop?” asked Winston.
Misty looked up at the sky and saw a quick flash of lightning. She looked up again and could see the Viking god, Thor grasping a large bolt of lightning in his hand and pointing it at her. Misty next heard an enormous clap of thunder. This time when she looked up at the sky she saw Thor racing across the sky holding on to a leash that controlled six rabid silver wolves. The distance between the sky and the ground appeared to be rapidly closing in on her.
Misty’s instinct directed her to run to the next thicket of bush and trees. When she had run about ten yards she was tripped up by some vines hanging on the ground. This caused her to bump her already lacerated head on a large stone further opening the wound. Misty tried to lift her head up to look at the sky but instead she lost consciousness.
As soon as Rick, Gypsy and Sasha started down the trail they thought that Misty had taken, they started calling her name but got no response. Due to the pouring rain they too slipped and slid down the paths into the woods. Rick ran ahead of the others but quickly turned around to see that Gypsy was right behind him. Perhaps the adrenaline rush was providing Gypsy with more athleticism than he normally possessed. After a few minutes they came to the large oak tree where Misty had struck her head. They could see a large blood stain on the tree and could see a puddle of blood diluted by the rain water.
“Misty’s hurt!” Rick yelled to his companions.
“She probably slipped and hit her head against the tree,” said Gypsy.
“Or has been attacked by a wild animal!” said Sasha who was starting to panic.
The group decided to continue searching for Misty by following another path. The path they chose appeared to have some droplets of blood diluted with
rain water giving it a pink washed-out look. The acid that Gypsy had taken was already starting to peak. The trees, bushes and brambles all appeared to have arms that were reaching out to grab him. Gypsy looked up and saw three different Mistys, looking very ghost like in appearance sitting high up in the tall trees. Fortunately for Gypsy he was very experienced with psychedelics having taken around a hundred acid trips. Three of these had been bad trips. He now knew how to use the part of his brain that could distinguish reality from fantasy. The rational part of his mind told him that that there was only one Misty, not three and that she was not a ghost.
Rick pushed through some thick brambles and could see a body lying prone to the ground about ten yards further ahead. “Guys, there’s a body lying face down just up ahead!” yelled Rick as he jogged towards the injured party.
As they all got closer to the body they could tell by the clothing that it was Misty. Rick was the first one to reach her. He began to survey the area as he was taught to do in a first aid course that he had taken at St. John’s Ambulance three months ago. A few seconds later Gypsy and Sasha joined him one on each side of Misty’s prone figure.
Fortunately, by this time, the heavy rain torrent had passed over them and there was now only a slight drizzle. The sun was starting to poke its head through a few clouds. Gypsy went down on one knee to make sure that Misty was breathing. When he heard her breathe, he next felt for her pulse in her carotid artery. Gypsy was greatly relieved to know that Misty was both breathing and that her heart was beating.
At this point Gypsy remembered that he should send someone to get help.
“Sasha, I need you to go find the festival doctor. Tell him that Misty is breathing and has a pulse but she still appears to be unconscious and is bleeding from a head wound,” he told her.
Rick and Gypsy both started asking Misty if she could hear them. They could hear a few moans of pain from Misty. She began to slowly roll over crying out in pain. She looked at her tee shirt and could see that it was covered in blood. The gash in her head was still open, but most of the blood had coagulated by this time. Rick took off his tee shirt and tore a piece off it. He
used the piece of his shirt to tie around Misty’s forehead. It was very likely that Misty had lost a lot of blood from her head injury.
After several minutes passed Sasha arrived with the young doctor. Lloyd was several steps behind, trying to catch up with them. The doctor knelt down beside Misty. He opened his black medical bag and pulled out a slim, black flashlight.
“Hello Misty. I’m Dr. Fields. Would it be okay if I examined you?”
Misty just let out a feeble cry.
“I’ll take that as a “yes,” said Dr. Fields with a smile. At this point it appeared that all Misty could vocalize was moans and grunts. The festival doctor tapped the bottom of Misty’s feet with his flashlight to see if she would respond. She let out another moan that seemed to indicate that she had sensation in her feet.
“I’m going to shine a light in your eyes now Misty. When I move it I want you to try to follow the light with your eyes,” the doctor instructed.
Misty was able to follow the light emanating from the flashlight. Misty then rolled over on her side and began to vomit. Mixed in with the yellowish discharge was bright, red blood encasing a part of a tooth, about a tablespoon’s worth.
“It looks like your sister is going to need to see a dentist after I find out how much damage there is to her head and body. The vomiting could be an indication of a possible concussion. On the other hand it may mean that she is going into shock. Could I borrow your blankets?” asked the doctor.
Fortunately, Sasha had carried their festival blankets with her. By this time Lloyd had pushed past Gypsy and was looking down on his injured daughter. “My God,” he screamed. “Is she going to be all right, doctor?”
Lloyd said this as if he was suffering from a terrible cold. His nose was all bandaged and he was starting to develop black marks under his eyes.
“Yes, I believe there is nothing life threatening in her condition but we are going to need to get your daughter to a hospital as soon as I am finished my preliminary examination. She will need to have some tests done,” answered the doctor. Dr. Fields then carefully untied the makeshift wrapping on Misty’s forehead. He then got some medical supplies from his black bag to help clean out the wound on Misty’s forehead.
“The wound on her forehead is going to require suturing when we get her to the hospital. I am more concerned, however, about the possibility of a concussion or a serious head injury,” said Dr. Fields. “We need to get this girl to a hospital immediately. I am going to call for an ambulance.”
In about twenty minutes an ambulance carrying four paramedics arrived in the woods where Misty lay. During the wait Lloyd, Gypsy, Sasha and Rick all tried to communicate with Misty by asking her questions. All Misty could offer in response was some garbled speech. At one point Lloyd violently confronted Gypsy. Lloyd grabbed Gypsy’s vest and briefly lifted him off the ground.
“This is all your fault you idiot!” yelled Lloyd with his face pressed close to Gypsy’s. “ You gave her that bad acid, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did, but she asked for it, man. I didn’t stuff the acid down her throat. Misty told me that she was eighteen and that makes her an adult, old enough to make her own decisions. And by the way, the acid wasn’t bad. I took some myself,” Gypsy shot back giving Lloyd a shove.
At this point Rick got between the two angry men. “Take it easy guys. This isn’t going to help Misty,” Rick said firmly.
Lloyd backed off and Gypsy moved away from him.
“Yeah, cool out guys. I have my hands full with one medical emergency already. I don’t need you guys shedding more blood,” added Dr. Fields.
When the paramedics started unpacking their medical bags Dr. Fields briefed
them on what had happened and his assessment of Misty’s present medical condition.
“The patient needs to be taken to the hospital immediately. She will need some scans of her brain. I believe that this girl suffered a concussion. I just pray there isn’t a more serious brain injury,” reported Dr. Fields.
The paramedics carefully loaded Misty into the ambulance by placing her on a stretcher. One of the paramedics asked Lloyd, “Are you the girl’s daughter?
“Yes,” Lloyd replied.
“We’re going to be taking your daughter to Winnipeg General Hospital. You can meet us there,” said the lead paramedic.
“We’ll go get my van and we’ll meet you guys at the hospital,” said Lloyd. After jogging to the van Lloyd opened the doors for Rick and Sasha.
“Can I come along with you guys?” asked Gypsy.
“No. If you really want to be helpful, man, just stay out of my daughter’s life,” Lloyd snapped.
Gypsy got the message loud and clear and walked away from the van.
“Lloyd, it might be better if I drive. You must still be feeling quite a bit of pain,” Rick offered.
“Thanks Rick. I probably shouldn’t be driving right now. I’m too upset about what happened to Misty,” said Lloyd gratefully. “If you and Sasha weren’t technically still on your first date I would say that you’d make a great son-in-law.”
After Lloyd said this they all broke out in laughter. It was a great release for their collective built up stress, anxiety and fear. However, for Lloyd the
laughter also increased the pain coming from his broken nose.
“I’m really scared, guys. The only speech from Misty was gibberish,” said Lloyd.
“We all are. All we can do now is wait,” said Rick, choking back tears.
“We could pray for her,” said Sasha. “I believe in God and you told me that you do too Rick.”
“I’m kind of an agnostic myself,” Lloyd offered, but I’d be more than willing to pray for Misty to get better.
“I’d like to, too,” said Rick.
“We’re all in agreement then,” said Sasha hopefully. “ Dad, pull over to the side of the road and we’ll all say a quick prayer for Misty. I know how to pray for healing. I’ve heard my mom pray for people to get healed many times.”
Lloyd pulled the van over to the side of the highway.
“First let’s all hold hands,” said Sasha taking the lead. “We need to all be in agreement when we pray. Okay, I’ll start praying,”Heavenly father, we hold up our sister, Misty to you. We ask you to pour your great love and compassion upon her. It says in your Word that ‘By His stripes we are healed.’ We ask you now to say the Word so that Misty will be healed. I know that physical healing is part of the atonement so we ask that you supernaturally restore Misty to full health. We ask this in total faith and agreement. In Jesus name, Amen.”
Lloyd and Rick both said, ‘Amen’ in unison.
“Wow, where did you learn to pray like that, Sasha?” asked her dad.
“ From watching Mom. She’s also taken me to some charismatic healing
“What’s a charismatic healing service?” asked Rick.
“Let’ all get back in the van and I’ll explain it,” said Sasha.
They all got back I the van with Rick once again moving into the driver’s seat. For a few minutes there was silence and a strange feeling of peace in the van.
The passengers in the van were silent for a good ten minutes. Finally, Rick spoke up,” Sasha, you were saying some thing about some kind of healing prayer meetings. And what was the word you used, charismatic?”
“Yeah, my mom took me to a few meetings like that in California,” answered Sasha.
“So what happens in these meetings, exactly?” asked Rick.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain if you haven’t been to one or are not familiar with The Bible, but I”ll do my best to explain it,” replied Misty. She was actually grateful to talk about anything and stop worrying about Misty for a few minutes.
“Well, these healing meetings can either take place in a church or someone’s home or really anywhere for that matter. Usually the evening will start with a praise and worship band performing choruses or spiritual songs. The congregation will either dance, clap, sing a long or just sit and pray while this is going on. Then the pastor or spiritual leader will give the message for the evening. The message can go on from ten minutes to two hours depending upon the preacher and the move of The Spirit,” Sasha explained.
“The Spirit, what kind of Spirit?” asked Rick.
“The Holy Spirit. Like I said I’d have to go into a whole bunch of background
teaching before any of this made sense to you. It would be a lot easier to explain if we were actually in a charismatic healing prayer service right now,” answered Sasha.
“Well, okay. Let’s forget about The Holy Spirit for now. What happens after the preacher finishes the message?” asked Rick.
“Then the preacher or spiritual leader will usually ask the congregation if anyone needs prayer. He will ask people to come to the front of the sanctuary to get prayer.
“Wow, the more you talk about this Sasha the weirder it sounds,” said Rick.
Sasha laughed after Rick said this. “Well, you’re right. It does sound pretty weird until you’ve been to a few healing services, Rick.”
“How does the preacher know that a specific person in the congregation has a specific illness and what is a ‘word of knowledge’?” asked Rick. At this point he was trying very hard to understand what Sasha was telling him, even though he was completely baffled. Sasha answered a few more of Rick’s questions and then asked him to just have faith.
After about a forty minute ride Lloyd’s van arrived at the Winnipeg General Hospital’s parking lot. Lloyd, Rick and Sasha all rushed to the area marked Emergency. They could see an ambulance pull in as they got to the hospital’s entrance doors. They notified the receptionist that they were there for Misty. The hospital receptionist told them that Misty had been admitted about ten minutes ago and she would get a doctor to talk to them once he knew what Misty’s condition was. She asked them to have a seat in the waiting room.
Rick nervously started looking for something to read on the magazine table. He selected a recent issue of Sports Illustrated. Lloyd and Sasha opted to skip trying to read. They both just sat and waited nervously. There were about ten people in the waiting room. Some of them looked like they had been waiting a long time. Rick offered to get the others a coffee from the vending machines in the hall.
After approximately one hour’s wait a doctor walked into the waiting room and asked if he could speak to Misty’s father.
“Good evening sir. I’m Doctor Pauls. I have examined your daughter and have sent her for a brain scan. We were able to suture the wound to her head, but I am concerned about Misty’s garbled speech. We are checking for a possible brain injury. Could I ask you a question, sir?”
“Of course. Is Misty going to be all right, doctor?” asked Lloyd with a worried look on his face.
“We’ll know more after the brain scan. Try not to worry. Did your daughter take any drugs when you were at the rock festival?” asked Dr. Pauls.
“She took some bad acid,” Lloyd replied.
“LSD?” asked the doctor.
“Do you recall the time that she ingested the LSD?” asked Dr. Pauls.
“It was probably early this afternoon. Some creep she met at the festival gave it to her,” Lloyd answered.
“The reason I am asking is that the LSD may account for some of the symptoms your daughter is presenting. It appears that she may still be experiencing hallucinations,” explained the doctor.
“Well, an acid trip can last up to twelve hours,” said Lloyd speaking as one who should know. Lloyd had tried acid a few times in his life but didn’t really like the drug’s strong effects. It had made him paranoid. Lloyd much preferred the milder, mellowing effects of smoking marijuana.
“In approximately one more hour we should have the results from her brain scan. Don’t worry. I have assigned a nurse to sit in a chair beside Misty’s bed
to monitor her condition. I instructed her that if there is any change in Misty’s condition to alert me immediately. Why don’t you go to the cafeteria to get a coffee and I will give you an update you in about an hour,” said Dr. Pauls with a calm, reassuring tone to his voice.
“Thank you doctor. We’ll be back in the waiting room in about forty-five minutes,” Lloyd said.
While the doctor was talking to her father Sasha had gone to the nearest pay phone in the lobby of the hospital. She called her mother, Sheila’s, number.
Her mother picked up the phone on the second ring.
“Hi, honey. How are you enjoying your vacation so far?” asked Sheila.
“Well, it hasn’t been boring. I can say that much. Look, Mom the reason I’m calling is that Misty is in the hospital right now,” said Sasha with a quiver in her voice.
“Oh, my God, what happened to her?” asked Sheila sounding like she was choking on her words. Sheila was just about to go out to a Bible study.
“Misty had an accident. She slipped and fell and hit her head on a rock. The doctor was able to sew up the wound to her head but he is still keeping her under observation as he fears there may be some complications,” Sasha said checking to see if her father was still talking to the doctor.
“What kind of complications?”
“Well, Misty has been speaking in gibberish and appears to be hallucinating,” answered Sasha.
“Where were you guys when this happened?” asked Sheila beginning to sound very agitated.
“We have been at The Lake Mariposa outdoor rock festival for the past two
days. Dad took us,” said Sasha.
“Did Misty take any drugs when she was at the festival?” asked her mom.
“She smoked some weed but I think that a guy she met at the festival gave her some acid. The acid may have been contaminated,” said Sasha.
“So what’s happening right now?” asked her mom standing up now and beginning to pace while talking on the phone to her daughter.
“Well, Dad is talking to Misty’s doctor right now. I’m sure he’s getting an update on her condition.
“Look Sasha. I’m going to quickly drive to my Bible study where I have some great prayer warriors that can start praying for Misty. And Sasha. I want you to call me as soon as you get further updates on Misty’s condition.”
“I will Mom. I’m going to give you the phone number for Winnipeg General Hospital Emergency. I’m sure that Dad and I are going to be here for most of the night. I love you, Mom.” Sasha began to sob.
When Sasha had finished her phone call she saw her father walking away from the doctor. They met Rick in the waiting room.
“What did the doctor say about Misty?” asked Rick.
“Well, he doesn’t know very much yet. He said that he should get the result of the brain scan in about an hour and then he would be able to tell us more,” Lloyd answered.
“Did the doctor say that Misty would be all right?” asked Sasha.
“ He couldn’t answer that yet but he did ask if Misty took any drugs at the festival. He also said that when Misty tried to talk her speech was garbled and that concerned him,” Lloyd replied.
“I phoned Mom,” said Sasha.
“That’s who I thought you would be talking to,” said Lloyd. “So what did your mother have to say?”
“She said that she was going to her Bible study and was going to get some people there to pray for Misty. She asked me to call her immediately when we heard anything new about Misty’s condition,” said Sasha.
“Well, your mother has a lot of faith in God and in miracles. And that’s what we need right about now. But I know she’s going to blame me for what happened,” said Lloyd with a sigh.
“She didn’t say anything like that Dad,” said Sasha trying to comfort her father.
“Well, the doctor said that we should all go down to the cafeteria and get a coffee. This was probably be a long night. It’s been so long that we last ate that I’m actually starting to get a bit hungry,” said Lloyd.
“That sounds like a good idea, Lloyd. Sasha, are you getting hungry too?” asked Rick.
“Yes, I am. Plus I want to get out of that hospital waiting room for awhile. I can just feel the pain and anxiety coming from the people there.” Sasha replied.
Lloyd, Sasha and Rick all got themselves a coffee and a sandwich when they got to the hospital cafeteria.
“Well, Rick you’ve sure had some excitement with us this weekend,” said Lloyd.
“That’s for sure. I could do with a little less of an adrenaline buzz the next time I go camping with you guys,” Rick joked.
“ I’m amazed that you would even consider going anywhere with us again,” said Sasha.
“Ah, come on, you guys are already like a second family to me,” Rick said with a smile.
Lloyd was watching the clock in the cafeteria closely. When the forty-five minutes was up Lloyd told the others that it was time to get back to the waiting area of the emergency ward.
The group waited nervously for word from Dr. Pauls. After about ten minutes he arrived.
“Fortunately, I’ve got good news for you. I think Misty is going to be all right. The results of the brain scan came back and nothing abnormal was found. This is a good indication that there won’t be any permanent damage from Misty’s head injury. She did, however, suffer a mild concussion so I would ask that you keep a close eye on her for the next few weeks,” the doctor reported.
“Oh, praise God!” Lloyd said. Lloyd isn’t a Christian but these were the first words to come out of his mouth.
“Praise Jesus!” said Sasha in a loud voice.
“When can she go home?” asked Rick.
“We’ll keep Misty under observation for the rest of the night and the morning but if she remains stable you should be able to pick her up at about two in the afternoon,” Dr. Pauls answered.
“I better call Mom,” said Sasha. Sasha walked the short distance to the pay phone to call her mother.
“Hi, Mom. I’ve got great news. Dr. Pauls said that Misty is probably going to
be all right. He told us that the brain scan did not show any evidence of a permanent brain injury,” said Sasha excitedly.
“Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!” said Sheila almost screaming into the phone. I’ll have to phone all the prayer warriors and thank them for their prayers for Misty’s healing.”
The weekend at Lake Mariposa had been the biggest adventure that Rick had in his eighteen years on this earth. The rest of the summer was anticlimatic in a way. The simmering passion that Rick and Sasha had that weekend began to slowly but steadily decrease as the last weeks of summer came and went. They still had fun and enjoyed each other’s company as the days and weeks of summer passed. They often walked to the downtown library together, listened to Bob Dylan albums and passed quiet summer evenings with Lloyd and Misty in their backyard. On Saturday nights they would often go to River Heights community club to dance and to listen to a local band. They would even go to Memorial Park one or two weekday evenings and hang out with some cool people. But things were changing and Rick knew it. They were no longer lovers. They had become friends. Rick noticed that Sasha was starting to really enjoy talking to other guys at the park. She was starting to talk about returning to California in the fall and how much she missed her mom. Rick could see the writing on the wall. His relationship with Sasha would be over at the end this summer. It was time that he started to make plans for himself for the fall.
At last, Sasha called out to Rick, “Be careful Rick.”
By this time the local security guards had contacted the RCMP on their walkie -talkies. Within a few minutes the police jumped into the fray and started to break things up. While this was taking place the rain started to come down in buckets. Most of the crowd were starting to leave as they knew they weren’t going to hear any more music today. Many of the bikers also quickly got on their bikes and left the area. Several of them were on parole or had outstanding warrants and didn’t want to get arrested by the RCMP.
As the crowd started to thin out Rick was able to get to Lloyd who was still lying on the ground. Lloyd was still conscious but it appeared that his nose had been broken by a biker’s punch. Rick could see that there were several places on Lloyd’s arms that were turning black and blue.
“We’ve got to get your dad over to the first aid tent,” said Rick to Sasha as the rain continued to pour down. Gypsy came over to introduce himself to Rick and Sasha.
“Hi, I’m Gypsy. I just met Misty this afternoon. How’s Misty’s dad doing?” asked Gypsy. He didn’t wait for an answer. Gypsy bent down to have a closer look at Lloyd.
“ Your dad has a broken nose and several contusions on his arms,” said
Gypsy, taking charge of the situation. Gypsy had also been a paramedic in the States for a short time. “We need to get him over to the first aid station eventually, but I’ll need a doctor to examine him here. I don’t want to move him as he may have a head or neck injury. Can one of you run to the first aid tent and tell them that we need a doctor here right away?”
“You won’t need to do that, man. I’m a doctor. As soon as I saw the fight break out I knew I’d be needed here,” said a young festival medic.
“The patient is breathing and has a pulse,” the doctor said as he bent down with one knee on the ground.
By this time Lloyd was starting to come around. He opened his eyes, looked around and tried to lift himself up. As he moved only slightly a strong wave of pain came over him and Lloyd gave out a loud groan.
“Just rest easy for a bit, man and let the doctor have a look at you,” Gypsy instructed.
The doctor began his examination of Lloyd. Once he was satisfied that Lloyd had sensation in all his limbs the doctor asked Gypsy and Rick if they could help Lloyd get to his feet.
The effects of the acid that Misty had ingested earlier were starting to manifest. She began to feel very paranoid and disoriented. Misty could not make any sense of what was going on. When she looked at her dad being helped to his feet by Rick and Gypsy she thought that her dad looked like the monster in the book, Frankenstein. Misty had recently been reading this novel and she saw a resemblance to her father probably due to his misshapen nose and the blood all over his tee shirt. Gypsy and Rick appeared to Misty as two ugly gargoyles who were Dr. Frankenstein’s assistants. Misty let out a scream and ran into the bushes behind the main stage.
Slowly getting up onto his feet Lloyd yelled,” What’s wrong with Misty? “
“Where’s she going?”
“She looked very freaked out,”said the young doctor. “Your daughter may have taken some of the bad acid that was floating around this afternoon. We saw a lot of bad trips in the first aid tent.”
“Rick and Sasha go find Misty!” Lloyd directed. He then watched Gypsy follow Rick and Sasha into the woods.
” You need to stay here, sir. I’ve got to fix up your nose. It’s dislocated,” said the doctor.
Lloyd groaned and said, “I’ve got to find my daughter and help her.”
“Don’t worry about that sir. It looks you have three responsible people looking out for her,” said the doctor trying to reassure Lloyd.
“Yeah, well I don’t know who that other guy is. If he’s the one that gave her the bad acid I’ll kill him,” Lloyd replied.
“We don’t know that sir. I’m sure your daughter will be all right. Once the others find your daughter they can bring her to the first aid tent where I can treat her,” said the young doctor attempting to calm Lloyd down.
Misty had a head start into the woods of several minutes. She further increased her distance from her would-be rescuers by the speed of her running. The acid that she took was very likely laced with some amphetamine and this was adding to the speed of Misty’s escape from her perceived monsters.
The rain continued to pour down causing Misty to slip and slide as the grass became slippery and the grass muddy. Misty lost her footing and slid right into a large oak tree. Her head took a nasty bump as it collided with the trunk of the tree. The collision had caused a small gash to open on Misty’s forehead. Her blood started to mix with the pouring rain and Misty’s own perspiration. When Misty looked down on the blood dripping on the ground her panic increased. Instead of staying put and calling out for help Misty
“Exactly,” replied Lloyd. “Misty would still be up after midnight playing her stereo very loud. I’d ask her to turn the volume down as the rest of us were trying to sleep.”
“This didn’t go over to well with Misty,” added Sasha. “She would turn her music down for about twenty minutes and then up would go the volume again.”
“This turned out to be the least of our concerns with Misty. I often didn’t know where she was going when she went out or who she was with. It wasn’t with her usual friends as some of them would still phone to ask for her,” said Lloyd.
The next band was ready to perform and the group stopped talking about Misty. They were local favorites, Diane Heatherington and the Merry-Go- Round. As their equipment personnel were setting up their amplifiers, microphones and drums, some ominous black storm clouds were rapidly moving in. Some light drizzle could already be felt when a sudden flash of lightning and a loud boom of thunder was heard. One of the band’s roadies told the group that it might be wise to postpone playing their set until the weather cleared a bit.
One of the rock festivals MCs announced, “ Look, people, it appears we are in for a bit of a storm. Hopefully, it won’t last long. Dianne Heatherington and the Merry-Go-Round have decided to postpone their set until the storm passes. It’s just too dangerous with the lightning and all.”
“Bullshit!” yelled a member of one of the biker clubs near the stage.
“Damn rights,” bellowed another biker from the same club. “ They’re chicken shit. If we can stand a bit of rain so can they. We came here to hear some music.”
“ Ah, cool out man,” yelled a member from a rival motorcycle gang. “Give the band a break. You can drink some beer and smoke some dope until the weather clears.”
After hearing this, the two bikers who had spoken first walked towards the spot where their rivals had set up their bikes. Within a minute some more words were exchanged followed by some pushing and shoving.
The lead guitarist of the band spoke from the stage,” Hey, you guys up front, cool it, or we won’t play at all.”
With this, one of the bikers climbed up onto the stage and stared the musician down and said, “You”ll play if we tell you to.”
One of the band’s big roadies responded by giving the biker on the stage a shove that almost knocked the biker down. Lloyd had been intently following the drama that was unfolding and decided that it was time for him to intervene. Lloyd climbed up onto the stage, grabbed a mike and said, “ Come on people. Let’s all cool out or you’ll ruin the whole festival.”
By this time both Gypsy and Misty had already downed their tabs of acid. They didn’t feel its effects yet but their acid was not of the best quality. Misty and Gypsy also watched the activity unfolding on the stage. By this time all hell had broken loose. One of the bikers had knocked Lloyd out with a roundhouse right. Lloyd fell off the stage and landed back in the crowd in front of the stage.
Meanwhile, a general scuffle broke out in front of the stage. When Lloyd toppled from the stage he ended up at the bottom of a pile and people were
Inadvertently stepping all over him. Rick jumped into the fray to try to rescue Lloyd. As Rick attempted to pull Lloyd out of the pile he got jostled around by other people who were either bystanders or active participants in the fight. At one point Rick took a knee to the groin and doubled over in pain for about a minute.
“We got to help my family and Rick. There all up there by the front of the stage,” said Misty to Gypsy. Gypsy called out to his friends to get ready to do battle. While all this chaos was going on Misty felt like she was frozen in time. This was all too surreal for her. The acid she took was starting to kick in.
“You’re beautiful,” said Joker with his eyes fixed on Misty.
“That she is, but just remember, she’s with me my brothers. I saw her first,” said Gypsy.
“It’s not right,” said Louie. Gypsy always gets the cool, good looking women.”
“It’s gotta be my charm,” laughed Gypsy.
Meanwhile Lloyd, Rick and Misty headed out to hear the afternoon’s music.
‘Do you think Misty will be okay with that guy?” asked Rick with a concerned look at Lloyd.
“Well Rick, if there’s one thing I know for sure about Misty is that she can
take care of herself,” Lloyd answered.
“Yeah, she’s a survivor that’s for sure,” added Sasha.
“I don’t know how much Misty has told you about her past but she has been through some turbulent waters,” said Lloyd.
“Yeah, she got so strung out when she was living in California that she had to spend some time in a psychiatric ward at the hospital,” Sasha added.
“What all led up to this?” asked Rick. He had heard the rumors before but now they were being verified.
“I think the fights between my ex and I really started to upset Misty. When her mother, Sheila and I first met we were young and very much in love. We actually had a very good first year of marriage. I think that our mutual passion carried us that year.
After the first year, however, reality began to set in. What attracted us to each other in the beginning now became sources of aggravation,” Lloyd explained.
“ What kind of things?” asked Rick?
“Well, when we first met Sheila thought that I was a lot of fun to be around because I’m a free spirit. After we had Misty, Sheila wanted me to provide a more stable life for the family. I tried Rick, but it’s very hard for me to change my ways. To make a long story short Sheila and I parted ways,” said Lloyd sadly.
“But there had to be more to it than a marital breakup for Misty to end up in a psych ward,” Rick insisted.
“There was. Misty became seriously depressed and started spending longer and longer periods of time isolated in her room,” said Lloyd.
“She just wasn’t herself,” added Sasha. “she used to like going out with her friends and date guys and suddenly that all came to a stop.”
“We gave her some time to get herself back to normal but things only got worse in the coming months. She started to neglect her personal hygiene, slept all day and began to gain a lot of weight. Misty refused to tell either Sasha or myself what was going on with her,” Lloyd explained.
“Then one morning things radically changed with Misty,” said Sasha.
“In what way?” asked Rick.
“Well, one morning Misty got out of bed at a much earlier hour. Previous to this Misty might not wake up until four in the afternoon. She came downstairs for her usual cigarette and coffee but instead of going back to her room for a while, Misty went to the bathroom and had a shower and washed her hair. During the last couple of months Misty might do this only once a week. This was the second time in two days,” said Sasha.
” Then after her shower, she came to the breakfast table to visit with us for awhile. Previously, it appeared that carrying on a simple conversation drained too much of Misty’s energy. She just had just one pancake and two strips of bacon and then lit another cigarette and poured herself another coffee,” Lloyd added.
“Misty started to talk very quickly and would get very annoyed if one of us tried to make a comment or ask her a question. She would get impatient if one of us didn’t pass her the salt or pancake syrup quickly enough,” said Sasha.
“Misty then put her cigarettes in her pocket and told us that she would be back in the evening,” said Lloyd.
“Then when Dad asked her where she was going, Misty told him that it was none of his business and then stormed out of the house,” said Sasha.
“That was the first day that we noticed that Misty had seriously changed, “said Lloyd. At first we thought this change was for the better. After all, Misty wasn’t spending all of her days in bed and she appeared to have got her energy back.”
“That depends upon how far you want to take your dreams,” answered Gypsy.
“I want them to go real far,” the young man said.
“Well, I got some good blotter acid that should help you get there,” said Gypsy.
“For you, my brother, ten bucks.”
Gypsy went into his satchel and pulled out a large manilla envelope. He then took a sheet of white blotter paper that had been divided into little squares. In the center of each square was a transparent spot. As the white tank top dude passed over a crumpled ten dollar bill, Gypsy cut out a square and handed it to his first customer of the afternoon.
“Thanks, man,” said White Tank Top Dude as he put the little square in his mouth.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you. Enjoy the festival.”
After only a few minutes four new customers came up to Gypsy’s make shift kiosk. They bought some weed, hash and mescaline.
“How much longer are you going to be doing business here, Gypsy?” asked Misty.
“Oh, for about another twenty minutes. I’ll see how sales go,” replied Gypsy.
“I’m not going to stand here all afternoon. I intend to have some pleasure along with my business. I’m not one of these greedy pseudo freak capitalists. I just sell enough dope to get by. I might come back here after Chopping Block finishes their set. I’ll see how it goes,” Gypsy explained.
Gypsy and Misty then starting walking towards the main stage area. As they were about twenty minutes away Gypsy and Misty had a little time to get to know one another.
“How old are you, Gypsy?” Misty asked.
“I’m twenty three, my dear, a little older than you I imagine.” answered her companion.
“Are you from Winnipeg?”
“No, I’m originally from Berkeley, California but I’ve spent most of this year just traveling across the States and Canada.”
“So what brought you to Winnipeg this summer?” Misty asked.
“I came up to visit my sister. She has terminal cancer and the doctors aren’t sure how much time she has left. I wanted to see her in case she doesn’t last the summer,” Gypsy explained.
“Wow, man, I’m sorry,” said Misty quickly lowering her eyes. “Did you have a job while you were in Berkeley?”
“Well, for about a year I taught in a Berkeley alternative school,” answered Gypsy?
“You were a school teacher?” said Misty in surprise. Somehow I have a hard time picturing you as a school teacher.”
“So do I. That’s why I left the profession,” laughed Gypsy. “Actually I enjoyed the teaching part but I didn’t like having to enforce rules and discipline all the time.”
“What grades and subjects did you teach?” Misty asked.
“I taught grades seven to twelve English and social studies mostly. I also taught a lot of some guidance courses such as family life and drug and alcohol education, “replied Gypsy.
“Drug and alcohol education? You’ve got to be kidding,” laughed Misty.
“Well, I did start to feel like a bit of a hypocrite,” joked, Gypsy. “You see it’s kind of a long story. I was brought up by parents who were both in the military. Heavy on rules and regulations, the whole nine yards. You could say that in a way I got my adult and teenage rebellion years backwards.”
“You know, in a weird kind of way that does kind of make sense,” said Misty.
“Aha, someone who understands me, at last” laughed Gypsy.
Misty and Gypsy kept up this lively conversation all the way back to the concert area. Gypsy looked around a bit and finally spotted his buddies. When they joined up with them his friends they were all well into the party atmosphere. Joints were being passed around and a large bottle of cheap wine was making its way down the line.
“How was business, Gyp?” asked one of his buddies named Joker.
“It was all right. A few sales here and there. Enough to keep us partying for a while,” Gypsy answered.
“Hey, who’s your friend?” asked Louie another one of Gypsy’s friends. Louie had a tattoo of a cobra on his left arm.