Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part One
I didn't remember exactly what happened. I remember being tied up, the rope cutting into my wrists through the leather gloves I had on. I remember a checkered coat, the gleam of a pistol in the moonlight, and the words "Truth is
the game was rigged from the start." I didn't see the flash, or hear the bang of the gun.
Being dead wasn't what I thought it would be. There were great swaths of darkness, with a few images coming up in between. There was dirt, some kind of cowboy flickering on a screen, and then an elderly man with medical supplies doing something to my head, my vision jerked back and forth several times, and again it slipped to darkness. I felt no pain. At least not any pain that I remember. Just
Eventually, the images came up more and more often. They were clearer, and I could actually tell there was noise around me.
If this is death
I am sorely disappointed.
My eyes open, and a wooden ceiling comes into focus. A rotary fan turns lazily out of th