7 Quotes by Tod A

Whatever my future held, I was certain it wouldn’t be borne on the bitter wind that blew along Broadway. It was waiting in a place where lime-green leaves burst forth from soil the color of night, where flowers bloomed under skies on fire, where pariah dogs fucked in the streets and wild monkeys called in the twilight—a place where women smiled and the moon smiled with them.

It was the Crap that had driven me out—the Crap on TV, the Crap that crept though the mail slot and spewed from the radio, the infotainment Crap that passed for news. Americans were simply mad about the stuff. Billboards bombarded you. The president was full of it. The sky over every freeway exit glowed with corporate logos promising the dizzying array of Crap on offer there. It was relentless.

Beer. There’s nothing I don’t like about it. I love the smell, the taste—even the sound of it. The cool thunk of the cap coming off the bottle, the silvery crack of the pop-top can. You need to sip a whiskey. And I was never a sipper. I was a guzzler. I loved the feeling of it: to open wide the mouth of the soul and pour a cold one down my throat, with my mind racing ever-forward toward the next. Beer was kind and faithful, like an old friend. Every drinker has their poison. I am a beer man.

When science falters, religion thrives. Clerics were quick to capitalize on the fears of the faithful. Believers, their faces taut with worry, flocked to their places of worship. The chanting of priests and the throb of drums rang long into the night.

My unkempt style was starting to resemble more that of an eccentric shut-in than a carefree hell raiser. There is an art to aging gracefully which I had yet to master. I had never expected to live past thirty.

Everything started off smoothly enough, as everything usually does before going horribly wrong. Disasters typically come without warning. Earthquakes toss children from their beds in the dark of night. Airplanes plummet from clear blue skies. Tsunamis level entire coastlines. Buildings collapse, banks fold, economies fail, empires crumble.

The monsoon had finally come, blowing all rational thought asunder. It was a living thing—a monster from a child’s nightmare, a seething black mountain range of cumulonimbus crawling with giant electric spiders, a dark and angry spirit snorting fire. I stood naked in the deluge, drinking in the cool darkness until the darkness overtook me.