I'm standing in front of the death honky tonk bar. I don't know if the place has a name. Right now I am enjoying the night air and thinking about meeting Duane Allman. Who would have ever thought I would have drank a beer with a famous dead muscian. I guess it could happen since I'm dead too!
I start walking thru the parking lot. Wandering with no real place to go. Don't know what my purpose is in this after life. In fairness, I did not know what my purpose was when I was alive. Maybe it all pans out. Maybe some of us have no real purpose. Could it be that some of us take up space?
I reach the end of the parking lot, turn left and start walking up the lonely dirt road and enjoying the freshness of the night air. I never did this too much when I was alive and kicking. Had too much crap going on in my life. Right now as I think about it I cannot remember any of it. Was I married? Have kids? Have a lover? My mind draws a total blank.
So I continue to walk. In the night air I hear a patter of little feet. It sounds like some sort of animal walking on hard dirt. It sounds like it is coming from in front of me. Then in the moonlight I see a dog trotting toward me. It looks like a german shepard and husky mix breed. The dog does not look threatening or dangerous. Just a dog coming toward me with sort of a studid grin on its face.
The dog makes it way to me and sits down in front of me. I kneel down and extend my hand. The pooch sniffs my hand and I gently scratch it's ears. It looks to be well taken care off and in good health. "So how ya doing buddy?... your a good boy" My finger scratching his head.
The dog tails wags " I'm doing okay. My names not buddy, it's Ceaser. Guess my previous owners named me after the Roman ruler or some shit."
I back off from the dog! Did this animal just speak to me?? Did someone put something in my beer back at the bar?? This is some strange stuff!! A talking dog??
Ceaser lifts his paw toward me. "Pleased to meet you."
I kneel back down a shake Ceasers paw. "Like wise .... " I then visually check to see if can see a hidden speaker or something.
Ceaser puts his paw back down. Moves his mouth ... "So you think this is some sort of trick huh? No trick, ... I really talk. Some humans think animals are stupid. Guess what? We understand everything you say. Just could not communicate with you when we were alive. It's a different ball game here."
I'm totally amazed and blown away. Back when I was alive I could have made millions with a dog like this. A damn talking dog!!
Ceaser scratches his ear with his hind foot. He cocks his head. " And another thing, .... Don't talk that baby talk to me. I hate that. I'm a full grown dog!"
So off we go! Me and a talking dog. Other than talking Ceaser acts like a regular dog. Every once in a while he will stop and lick his ass. Sometimes he will sniff thru the bushes beside the road. While we are walking he tells me that I am supposed to follow him. Me following a talking dog. Can it get any stranger?
I walk slightly behind Ceaser with my hands in my pockets. " I'm curious, ... so why do dogs lick their ass?"
Ceaser glances back. "Because we can't use toilet paper. I guess I could ask you why do you wipe your ass?"
I smile and almost laugh. "Okay, I get the message. Stupid question on my part".
We walk and walk and the hours pass by. We talk about a wide range of topics including dog food and the way dogs are treated in the life world. After a while I forget that I'm talking to a dog.
We walk around a curve and there is a big oak tree beside the road. Ceaser walks over to the base of the tree and lays down. I sit down beside him and lean my back against the tree. I look up at the stars in the night sky. Don't think I've ever seen a night this peaceful. I yawn and look at Ceaser who is stretched out and sleeping. In this place a dog could really be a man's best friend. Conversations and all! My mind drifts and I fall into a deep sleep. I guess dead people sleep too!
In my dreams I remember the Allman Brothers playing at the Macon, Georgia city auditorium. There is Duane playing the guitar with a cigarette in his mouth. The soulful sounds of the slide making its way up and down the fretboard. I hear the rumbling sounds of the bass guitar as the band plays Whipping Post.
In my deep sleep I remember being in the audience. I smell the fragence of grass drifting thru the air. The band starts to play "One way out" and I turn to the girl next to me. She puts her arm around my waste and I hold her hand. I love this woman. Then I remember her giving me the tickets to the concert to celebrate my birthday. At this point everything is right in the world. I run my fingers thru her long black hair. My eyes peer into her deep brown eyes ........ we kiss. I feel her tounge making small circles around the tip of my tounge. I love her so much. I love the feel of Nadene .....
NADENE??? I wake up. It is morning and the sun is shining in my face. I rub my eyes and squint. I slowly stand up and stretch my leggs. I look around for Ceaser and he is long gone. I whistle and call his name. No ceaser.
I stumble down the slope and stand in the middle of the dirt road. I look ahead and there is a man sitting on a motorcycle. He motions with his hand for me to walk toward him. I walk toward him holding my hand over my eyes to shield the bright sun light.
He sits there on the motorcycle relaxed with a grin on his face. It's an old black Harley Davidson that looks like it's seen better days. The rider has long brown hair and a black beard. His face is weathered. He is wearing a white t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans.
As I approach the motorcycle he speaks in a gruffy type of voice. "About time you woke up! I've been waiting for a while. Ceaser told me that you were pretty tuckered out from all the walking."
I wipe my eyes. "You mean the talking dog?"
He swings his leg over the motorcycle and leans against it. "Yep, .... that's him. I sent him to find you last night. Figured you'd be making your way here."
I clear my throat and spit. "Well here I am ..... so far I've discovered that I'm dead, had a beer with Duane Allman, and of course .......met Ceaser the talking dog. I really don't think there's much more that could surprise me."
He stands up from the motorcycle and crosses his arms. " Yea, ... being dead can be a bitch can't it? I suppose being a newbie this all seems kind of strange. Hell, .... I remember when I first arrived I had a conversation with a cow!"
He then sits back down on the motorcycle. " Fact is that you've got some choices to make. Up ahead there's a fork in the road. Take the right road and you'll have your questions answered. Take the wrong one and ...... well lets just hope your choose the right one. You'll figure it out.
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