It was a dark kinda night. All the street lights were as luminescent as ever. The moon shone as bright as it always did when it was going to be full in a couple days. But it was a dark night. The kinda dark where the sun doesn’t just go down. It was the kinda night where the dark shoves the sun out of the way, and the sun goes down kicking and screaming for all we know.
It was never like this in Florida. Sure, I saw my share of seedy characters. But there it was different. The sun went down and nobody knew the difference. They kept on doing whatever they did all day. Then the sun came up and everyone kept doing what they were doing all night. Either way, people got caught up in the flow, in the atmosphere. People didn’t know how to stop, how to say no. And without brakes, they could go off the rails.
But that was different. That was Florida. I shoved off from the Sunshine State years ago. And Beantown had never played by Florida’s rules. Never would. So I was over my head in a murky darkness where I was the only soul alive. I could feel the difference between Boston and Florida that night. Hell, I could taste it. The atmosphere was so thick it pressed on you from all sides. It crept out of the corners of the room and held you down, like it had pushed the sun away several hours earlier.
A man could get possessed on a night like this. A man might as well get possessed on a night like this. If the dark was anything it all, it was isolating. No man in his right mind wanted to be possessed. But a whole bunch of them who weren’t in their right mind at all would prefer the presence of anything else to being crushed by the darkness.
I knew I’d have a long day tomorrow. Always did after the darkest nights. Some of us have to bide our time through the long, dark nights so we can put things back together when the sun comes up. Our ancestors huddled in caves and built fires. I guess we’ve built better structures, but the idea is still the same. I know a lot of guys who’d probably have succumbed to some dark mania if they didn’t have a family to huddle with.
I sat in the dark all by myself. Wasn’t going to build a fire, either. But I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let the dark claim me. I held it at bay with the glow of the television screen and the burn of Old Grand-Dad.