The smoke from the fire is making my head throb. I am sitting on a stump photoshopping a drawing of a cyborg wolf. Jackie is directly across from me. It's another beautiful night in Las Vegas. Strangely enough, we hear wolves howling somewhere to the south. I can't stop thinking about certain people. Some memories make me laugh softly to myself, others make me shutter for one reason or another. When I look up, the glare from my computer screen has turned Jack into a ghost.
"Are you still here, Jack?"
"I'm here, buddy."
We comfortably sit back into the silence. The wind is playing cruel games with the fire. It reminds of a bully in the swimming pool, only letting up when his victim is out of breath. We dug this pit ourselves, we have also failed coming up with a catch phrase for the cyborg wolf. I heard him tonight, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Oooooooooo, perhaps.

Eric M.

Illustration by: Eric Morelli

Video by: Les Savy Fav - What Would Wolves Do?