It's the 32nd Episode

Yes, people... It's the 32nd Episode of some of the most crazy, messed up conversations on the Planet!...

GIVE IT A MINUTE... The Show will start... there's about 1 minute of "dead air" at the beginning...

...No one knows what's gonna happen next, ...whatever slur, gesture, mannerism, will come out of the mouths of these guys. ...and, of course... there's Soundbytes!  Pastor Pat makes an appearance... And it's the first YouTube live streaming broadcast....

So... whoop! (there it is!).

 

...And now back to the story.....

 

(read slowly, as if in suspense...)(enter low haunting music)

Gerald felt like he was going crazy, as he started walking down to the basement.  

The soft, incandescent light, strung from an old black wire, let off a glow that could only be found in some teenage slasher, horror flick.  Knowing this little fact, created a small but Chilling tinge, that drifted down his back.  But he continued down...

Knowing what he might find, or "think's he might find"... as he remembered telling Sylvia.  Back in the days of their denial of such events possibly even happening at all!!...  But it had.  And now he is left, holding the bag... literally, as he slowly makes his way down the creeky, musty smelling, stone chiseled hallway toward the unknown.

Just then! He thinks he sees it!  Gerald's hair raised, as if stung by electricity.  As he gathers himself, that this moment couldn't have possibly been true.  That the prophecies were correct. Down to the mentioning of Wyatt Earp and the O.K. Corral.  "This really couldn't be", Gerald thought aloud, as he made his way down to the last step.  The single lamp bulb, hanging from a beam in the middle of the staircase. Now seemed like a far away distant sunset, about to embark on it's long night's sleep.   

Just then, the sounds of live chickens exploding from a spring loaded pen, puffed in a wave of feathers.  Two goats, hopping as if they were late to a bathroom, come running from the darkness and run directly into his chest!  Knocking Gerald back into the stairs.   As his eyes followed the goats up the stairs, Gerald tries to push himself back up, only to look into the space between the basement stairs.  A  Blinding light raced past his eyes.  With a quick rustle of paper, the sound on an old desk moving, he thought this could be it... The end.  Well, the 'end'... As he knew it to be... or now "Thinks he might find..out", and soon. 

As the temporary blindness that set in, from the impact of the bright light, began to fade.   Gerald truly believes that he's, most definitely, about to meet his maker... as he feels the bombardment of not one, not two... but three bodies flinging past him, knocking him back down and into the stone wall of the basement. Jostled, and still in shock that he actually found it, the hidden treasure.  But was he too late.

Were the three bodies, that hurriedly jumped him and flung by, knocking him back down on the steps, there for what he sought out..., for over for 31 episodes?  No, it couldn't be.  No one knows about this place, and the magic it holds.  No one else knows about what happens in these dark and dingy places... other than maybe.. skeezy, old musicians, who believe they still have what it takes to make another hit record.  ....So, ok.. maybe one person.  But that's it.  That's the only person... that "might" know, ...but that's definitely it.  Only HE, Gerald, knew the true meaning of what it was all about.  Only HE, Gerald, knew where the magic came from.  And it was here.  And he knew it.  And IT knew that he knew it.  And now, that they both know, that they know, each one of them knows, that they know... ya know?

Gerald then looked beyond the darkness, and saw a small beam of light.  The light seemed to come from the other side of the room.  Should he chance it?  Will another goat come running? Will something else come at him as he tries to make his way toward the beam of light?  Knowing what he knows, he goes for it.  Pouncing quickly! Dashing by a wooden support beam, he hears the shuffle of his own feet, on the dusty, dirt floor. Faster he ran, as fast as he could. He has to make it to that beam! 

Nothing seemed to be around.  Nothing jumping out at him. No goats. Although, he may have faintly heard the sound of what seemed to be a few injured chickens... but he was alone.  

Making his way to the beam of light...