Sam Joaquin's Fever Dream #5
By Sam Joaquin
EDITOR'S NOTE: After last week's investigation into the sinister happenings on the Fulton Mall, Sam Joaquin has been plagued by fever dreams featuring his favorite public art in downtown Fresno. He recounted his tales to me and I have published one here.
Under cover of night, I heaved two huge bundles of rebar from the back of my truck. Bucephalus came galloping towards me, as grateful as 6 tons of iron could be. He broke the iron ingots in half, chewed into some imaginary inferno, and his eyes glowed red. He looked at me, and then stared longingly at my car.
He slowly nodded, as if shaking off a long slumber. His horse behaved likewise. They both seemed kinda sleepy, so me and Bucey decided to wake them up, “the old fashioned way”
I climbed off Bucey, and then Bucey snuck over and tied a rope onto David’s ankle, and that rope was tied to that tree nearby. And then Bucey came back to where I was.
Now, the only reason that David thought that Bucephalus was still with me was because I kept making that “Bucephalus noise”.
Trust me, it works every time. Anyways…
I yelled at David, “We’re ready as sassoon as you are, what’s the hold up!?”
I still think that’s a pretty good joke.
So David got pissed off, he hit his horse on the ass, then the Horse took off, he dropped his sword, fell flat on his face, and me and Bucey took off like the wind!
Ha!
EDITOR'S NOTE: After last week's investigation into the sinister happenings on the Fulton Mall, Sam Joaquin has been plagued by fever dreams featuring his favorite public art in downtown Fresno. He recounted his tales to me and I have published one here.
The mighty "Bucephalus" by Alexander Calder
Under cover of night, I heaved two huge bundles of rebar from the back of my truck. Bucephalus came galloping towards me, as grateful as 6 tons of iron could be. He broke the iron ingots in half, chewed into some imaginary inferno, and his eyes glowed red. He looked at me, and then stared longingly at my car.
“No!” I scolded him. You have to be firm with this type of beast.
I walked him around his stable, but I could tell that he was more excited about going for a run than anything else in the world. So I hopped on the back of Bucey and we galloped into the quiet night of downtown Fresno.
We slowly crept upon David of Sassoon. I yelled at the man, “Hey, David! Let’s ride together!”
I walked him around his stable, but I could tell that he was more excited about going for a run than anything else in the world. So I hopped on the back of Bucey and we galloped into the quiet night of downtown Fresno.
We slowly crept upon David of Sassoon. I yelled at the man, “Hey, David! Let’s ride together!”
"David of Sassoon" by Varaz Samuelian
I climbed off Bucey, and then Bucey snuck over and tied a rope onto David’s ankle, and that rope was tied to that tree nearby. And then Bucey came back to where I was.
Now, the only reason that David thought that Bucephalus was still with me was because I kept making that “Bucephalus noise”.
Trust me, it works every time. Anyways…
I yelled at David, “We’re ready as sassoon as you are, what’s the hold up!?”
I still think that’s a pretty good joke.
So David got pissed off, he hit his horse on the ass, then the Horse took off, he dropped his sword, fell flat on his face, and me and Bucey took off like the wind!
Ha!
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