Take a walk with me, through the damp basement and out the storm door. IT smells if cat and moldy dust. You push through the cobwebs and taste the night air. The only light is coming from a street lamp a football field away. You grab my hand, we go across the yard, over the road, and down by the church. No light reaches us now. You are completely at my mercy. Are you scared? Deeper into the field we go, reaching the edge of the forest. Are you ready? You can feel the morning dew on your jeans as you settle down. There she is in front of your eyes about five inches tall an opaque navy blue with glitter on her body. Zelda an ice blue bong. You take a hit, that is it...