Yesterday's Gone: Season One

Beatles, right?”  
     
    Luca nodded.  
     
    “Well, these dreams are all packed with color. More color than what seems possible to see normally, even when your eyes are wide open. Crazy colors too. But even though they’re all out of this world, the rest of the dream feels just as real as the school year. Well Luca, in one of those dreams, several actually, I’ve been spending some time with you. Though I must say you look a lot different in person.”  
     
    “What do I look like in the dream?”
     
    Will studied Luca for a moment, “Different, that’s all. But your colors, they’re exactly the same.”
     
    “What do you mean my colors?”
     
    “Everyone is made up of sound and color. Sometimes I can hear people’s sounds, but not all the time. But I can always see the colors.”  
     
    “What do my colors look like?”
     
    Will’s smile was all over his face. “They’re the most amazing colors I’ve ever seen! The sort of colors that might just make everything okay.”  
     
    Will started to laugh so hard he came a little close to crying. His laughter slowed, then eventually stopped. He stood and said, “Come on; there’s a ton to tell you. We’ll get caught up on the way.”  
     
    “I’m supposed to go there,” Luca pointed toward Mexico.  
     
    “Nope,” Will shook his head, “You were just supposed to meet me. And now you have. It’s time to head east, and we’re not gonna want to waste a lot of time. Are you ready?”
     
    Luca nodded. “Do you have a car Mr. Sparks?”
     
    “It’s Will, now and forever. And no, I don’t have a car. But I do have something better.” Will smiled and jerked his thumb toward a helicopter just sitting there in the middle of the sand.
     
    First, though, they’d dine on some food. Not lobster tacos, to Luca’s disappointment, but rather some peanut butter sandwiches and water from the nearby gas station.
     
    Dog Vader chowed down on people food because Luca wasn’t sure if Dog Vader was supposed to eat dog food or not. And he didn’t want to insult him.
     
    Luca thought about telling Will about Dog Vader’s Indian side and his mind talking, but decided to keep it secret for now. For one, it was his special secret. For two, he didn’t want Will to think he was crazy.
     

     
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    BORICIO WOLFE
     

     
    October 16, 2011
    New Orleans, Louisiana

     
    Boricio wasn’t looking for anything in particular when he happened upon a living room packed full of shit he didn’t understand. He had spent the day seeing how rich folks lived, specifically on the waterfront. He found himself in a fancy eight-bedroom, six-bathroom, two-story house with three boat slips, two of them occupied, in Gulfport, Mississippi.  
     
    He’d already been through four or five of the houses on the stretch, and sure as shit, rich fuckers knew how to live: Alcohol, clothes, guns, jewelry, lots of pills, pounds of weed, loads of money, and plenty of food. What surprised him were some of the fetishes these homeowners seemed to engage in. One house had a secret room devoted to sex toys. A wheel on a wall, bondage gear, and a wall full of sex devices that looked almost like weapons.
     
    They look at me like I’m some degenerate; these people are sicker than me! They just hide their dark side under shit tons of money and fuckin’ Armani.
     
    The stuff in the secret room was strange, but not as weird as the shit in the house he was in now. Like the other houses, the mansion was practically hermetically sealed. So he blew in the glass from the front door with a shotgun. He had a backpack filled with shells and sorta enjoyed the noise.  
     
    The foyer was the usual look-at-me, fancy-pants bullshit with too much white space. Past the foyer into the living room, though, that’s where the walls were practically painted in the strangest shit Boricio had ever seen, rich people or no.
     
    The living room was massive, with all the posh furniture pushed to one side. Eight bedrolls sat in a large circle in the middle of the floor. Each bedroll had a large bank of pillows, several bottles of water, and a medium-sized red bucket. The buckets contained what looked and smelled like vomit. The vomit was black, and every bucket was filled with the same shit that was on the walls.
     
    The air was thick, and smelled alien to Boricio.  
     
    The fuck is that shit in the air? Smells like some sorta back bayou black-ass water from one of them fake-ass shamans