Looking At The Sun

07:43 AM - PST

I've always wanted to own a house on the beach and now I finally have it. A patio that stretches for about 70 meters overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It doesn't really matter what country I am in because its all going to end eventually. Scientists have concluded that the sun is going to explode and there is nothing we can do to escape it. It has now been five weeks since this news was revealed to the public and I still haven't had time to sit down and enjoy a drink. With my girlfriend sleeping in bed, I figure its just a good time as any.

I wake up from bed and walk into my kitchen; I'm going to miss waking up and drinking coffee with my kitchen counter overlooking the ocean. I look at the Nescafe bottle sitting right next to the sugar jar and contemplate substituting my alcoholic desire for a cup of coffee. That thought is very short lived. I open a cabinet over the kitchen counter and pull out a bottle of Jack Daniels that I bought at a liquor store two days before we all got the 'great' news. The kitchen drawer opens with effortless ease as I pull a glass out and start to pour my drink into my glass. I walk over to my fridge for some ice; the salesperson said that it was supposed to make ice on the fly but this fridge has never been tested on this feature. I push the lever with my glass and out pops two ice cubes. Mildly satisfied with the number of ice cubes in my hand I go out on the patio and look at the ocean.

My sophomore year in college was great. Surf in the morning, beach volleyball in the afternoon and nights spent in bars socializing with a wide spectrum of people who won't mean anything to me in approximately ten minutes. I wonder what those people are doing right now? Some of them might be sitting in their houses praying to whatever God they were conditioned to believe since the age of two. Others are out on the ocean surfing the last few waves they are ever going to experience. Some might be busy making love to their spouses with the intention of taking that memory to the after-life. I purposely drugged my girlfriend's drink last night to have her sleep through this ordeal. I wonder if any of the people I went to college with are looking out at this ocean wondering what its like to have nothing better to do but drink some bourbon and stare idly at the approaching disaster.

As I turn around I look at the patio table I was conned into getting a week back. Some Chinese-looking woman told me it would bring balance in my chaotic life. With no hesitation in my mind, I picked it up. Its a simple wooden table with a glass top and two chairs that are rather relaxing. I wonder if that woman is still at the same store trying to sell more furniture to people passing by ... fucking sales people.

I look back into the house, the TV is on and some television presenter is on the screen. It's a re-run and that I can be assured of because its the same guy I have seen for three weeks now covering the fact that the world is going to end and there is nothing we can do about it. I see the same silly sketch of how the sun is going to engulf all the planets around it and from what I can tell, the initial effects will be painful but the end comes pretty soon.

I look back at the ocean, its started to happen. The water looks a bit misty, effects of heat. I can smell something burning, must be the table I am sitting at. I look at my glass of whiskey that I haven't touched since I got out on this patio. The two ice cubes are shrinking in size. I take a quick sip and notice something that hasn't bothered me since it started about three years ago. My skin has boils on it and I get the feeling that they are itching but I don't feel the need to scratch. Amazing how our sicknesses will teach us to face adversity. As I feel the first boil burst I let out a whimper and feel my eyes fill up with puss. I close whats left of my eyes and think my last thought ... Should have put more ice in the whiskey glass, I don't remember it ever tasting bad with three ice cubes.

Music Listened to While writing this blog - John Mayer - Gravity
Mood - Confused but happy that I am not angry