Analog Coast

I wake up, smug rain drumming on the window slowly comes into focus. I can hear droplets suck themselves into glass and slither downward. Gray intrudes from the window, drowning everything in a haze. Yet another coastal weekend suffocates the city.

Defiantly, I slide the window open and extend my middle finger to the skies. Enough of this crap! This calls for the old fashioned methods. I look back to the madness that had devastated the land and brought many friends together. It is time for yet another sacrifice in our lives. Crimson will flow to avenge this gruesome parody of a summer.