FROGSRAIN - A TRUE STORY
Chesterfield Space Academy, a meeting place of twisted and distorted minds, a whorehouse for acidheads, a place where mysticism collides headlong with philosophy and the chemical exploration of the human nervous system. Time is not what we think it is, the date is January 23, 1984. Sex Pistols scream about anarchy as the warm gulf stream saturates the air with endless days of piss warm rain. Michael steps out onto the front porch to smoke a cigarette after a long nights jam session.
Psycho sits on the floor worshipping the bong and shuffling through a deck of Crowley tarot cards. Strange yellow light filters in from the open door, lighting squarely on the death card. Robert and George are standing in the kitchen drinking strong coffee and arguing an obscure point of mystical philosophy as quantum mechanics. Robert Anton Wilson's name continually arises to settle disputes of 'fact'. Psycho has just started reading Shroedinger's Cat, and listens with half and ear, wondering when he can find time in his busy schedule to finish the trilogy when Michael begins calling from the porch.
"Come check out the frogs, there's millions of them everywhere."
Everyone troops out of the house to inspect Michael's new find. Sure enough frogs, tiny toads really, about the size of a quarter, litter the landscape as far as the eye can see. Psycho does quick calculations, frogs per area, area visible, the street and yards of neighbors.
"We can see about 60,000 frogs from here.."
"Where are they all coming from?"
George and Robert mumble polite amazement at the sight of the frogs and continue their metaphysical dialogue. Michael pulls a toad out of his hair and tosses it to the ground. Seconds later Psycho watches a tiny frog splash in a small puddle. The splash seems out of proportion to the leaping ability of the tiny frog, none of the other frogs are causing any splash of magnitude as they jump, crowding the yard with their tiny bodies.
"The creek must be flooding and their running for high ground." Michael hazarded.
Psycho looked up into the queer yellow sky and watched the toads fall...
©Gregory Lee Jones 12jan95