Recess is Receding in Droves
The moon shines bright in the black, open sky. Three childhood friends share a joint in the playground of their youth. Three distinct stages of hair lose are illuminated by the moon.
"Remember that time you tried to unicycle to school, but you kept falling flat on your face ? You were horrible." They all laugh.
"Remember when Mr Skanders was nailed in the face with that snowball ? Christ was he ever pissed." Their collective laughter grows louder.
"Remember when we wore Richard Nixon Halloween masks and played penis tag on the monkey bars during recess ? And you had to bark when somebody touched your groin ?"
A silence falls over two of them as paranoia slowly glazes over their eyes which glow red in the dark. They have no idea what he's talking about.