The Land and Life of Endless Light

11/12 (1pm-3ishpm)/My Bed (In FH)/ Nothing

“Dude what’s happening?” I ask in my normal JBish tone.
“Not much!” The guy standing across the street screeches in a high-pitched almost singsong voice.
“Cool bro.” I roll my eyes. Why is it always the crazy ones that seem to want to be my friend? I think to myself. “Well, you wanna hang out?” I ask in politeness hoping that he’ll say no.
But of course not. “Let’s do it.” The same screechy song voice. “Ow!” He shouts as his white-gloved hand grabs his crotch.
Yes, moon walking over to me in the middle of the city, is Michael Jackson. The 80’s awesome Michael Jackson. The one from the “Thriller” music video, wearing the red leather outfit, only he’s not a zombie…yet.
Standing next me he gives me a high five while he does his breathy/panting thing that he’s so good at.
“Cool…well I was headed to the 7-Eleven to get an Icee,” I say as I continue walking on the broken and trash-strewn sidewalk.
MJ spins, moonwalk, grabs himself and sings Billie Jean as he follows next to me.
“Dude, can you shut up? You’re starting to piss me off. Your singing sucks right now.” He’s seriously is starting to give me a headache.
Out of nowhere he grabs my hand. And starts swinging our interlocked fingers and skipping.
Oh hell no. Not today.
Yanking my hand free, I get my balance and kick him right in the back. Falling down to the ground, he immediately gets up and spinning in his infamous way slaps me full across the face.
“What the hell dude?” I stare at him. “Why’d you grab my hand?”
“Oh we’re friends JB. Friends hold hands and skip when they go places.” Michael says in a high-pitched voice as he kind of thrusts himself side to side.
“No man, that is messed up. Don’t hold my hand!” I shout at him. Then try to throw a punch at his face. But he’s too quick. All those years of dancing has made him very agile, He immediately knees me in the gut, and I fall to my knees.
As I try and catch my breath, a boot stomps me in the back of my head and I fall all the way down on some broken beer bottle glass on the sidewalk.
“JB, let’s head back to my house.” Michael says really cheerfully as if nothing’s wrong.
This fool is going to die, I think as I struggle back to my feet. Immediately he kicks me full on in the face. I think my nose is broken as I slow-mo fall to the ground and blood streams from my nose. Stars circle before my eyes. Feeling around on the ground, I feel a hard cylindrical object. Grasping it, I’m pretty sure it’s a beer bottle, throwing it as hard as I can, I hear it make contact with MJ’s face. He screams like something happened.
Slowly gaining my sight back, I see that the bottle somehow broke in half and the sharp end embedded itself into his face. I get to my feet and throw both fists at his gut and he doubles over, then with my hands locked together I slam down on the back of his head as he’s bent over until he falls to the ground.
“Creepy dude.” Slamming a kick into his gut I then pick him up over my head and throw him through a brick wall all the way across the street.
I think I’m good and that he’ll leave me alone.
Limping and shoving my shirt into my nose to stop the bleeding, I continue heading over to the 7-Eleven.
Slowly lowering himself out of the sky, he lands in front of me and shoots a laser beam out of his eyes straight at me.
Jumping to the side, a burning painful feeling on my arm says I didn’t completely miss the laser beam. Rolling to the side I see a plastic rake and swing it at the hovering MJ. It smacks him down to the ground.
That has to be it, he must be done, I think. I once again slowly continue my journey to the convenient store.
I hear a moan from behind me, then a howl. Turning around in slow motion, I see that MJ’s appearance has changed, no longer his semi-black skin color, he’s now rotting flesh green. Performing the beginning of the Thriller music video, MJ slowly zombie-walks towards me as more zombies appear out of thin air next to him.
“Beat it MJ! Just beat it!” I yell and start to run.
Haunting me, the song Beat It echoes around me until I slowly wake up.