D O N ' T - F E A R - T H E - W R E E P E R

Allright, you people are in for a real treat today. The story in this blog post was written July of 2004 and in a strange twist turned out to be prophetic. My sister in law (not the one in the story) got hit by a truck and suffered massive injuries and was in an Allester Crane style coma for three weeks, then snapped right out of it miraculously. This is a story of mystery and it's a story of progressive revelation, as it is written, "The waiting is the hardest part, every day see one more card". Knowing the cover of the "Agents of Fortune" album will help understand the story. Some people see one thing in the picture and others see something else.

In the six months from March to September of 1980 David Stanley had gotten to know and get closer to the love of the year, Laura. We covered these six months in a file that is a secret and the name is only known by my sister-in-law, a guy named “Joe” and some people in India, and has something to do with the Door’s. In mid September Laura appeared to dump him and David Stanley grew very depressed. In the mean time Howard, a mutual friend of two people had died and had promised money in an oral agreement to both Jim and Dave. They didn’t get any because “an oral agreement is not worth the paper it’s written on”. But one Friday in late September they made plans to make their way to Chicago. Jim had said, “Dave, you have to come along because Howard always trusted you more than he trusted me”. David wanted to take the dog, Toby, too. Dave wanted to stop at a Motel in San Barnadino because it was getting dark and he needed to “Think things over”. Jim had wanted to keep going further.

Here’s a sample of “Captive Boscs”. On Friday September 26^th. 1980 me and Jim Cooper were driving in a Dodge Charger and Jim says “It’s your turn to drive”. But after din-ner I didn’t feel like going further so we stayed in a motel near San Bernardino. The next morning we took off with me driving. We were headed up grapevine pass or whatever on an upgrade when we were hit by an out of control speeding semi truck that jumped the highway. We were both instantly killed. The driver complained that the sun was in his eyes from his hospital bed where he was suffering from a few broken bones and some cuts and bruises. Jim Cooper immediately found he was able to leave his body. One Monday evening on July 19^th. 2004 I was gazing at the crescent moon when I blacked out and found myself around the block of the tract with the Bosc house. [ BOSC stands for Blue Oyster Secret Cult and Jim Cooper came up with that himself] I turned north and walked down the street looking at the houses and was surprised to see that the Bosc house had looked the way it looked a long time ago. The bay window was gone, and the pepper tree and all the other trees were there. And the house was pea green and not light blue as I last remember seeing it. I went to the door and knocked. Then I decided to see if it was locked. I went in and Genesis was playing on the Stereo, one of their early albums. All our old furniture was there including Pete Richard’s Stereo. Jim had been in the bathroom and said, “I wondered when I was going to be seeing you”. Just then I heard barking. Toby was at the back door and wanted to be let in to greet me. “I forgot we had taken him along”. I said I was a little confused and could he enlighten me. Jim pointed to a tape recorder and said “You were recording a tape last Sunday. Maybe you said something”. I turned on the tape recorder. It was live Rush with “Working Man”. He told me that all the people living now are really dead. He told me, “I was standing by the road trying to hitch a ride the rest of the way when I black out or something and then I noticed the weather had changed somehow, and there were a lot fewer cars on the road”. I asked about Mark Campbell. Jim said “He’s not dead”. I didn’t say what I was thinking but joked, “Well with that black dye he puts in his hair you can’t be sure”. He said this was Monday and he’d been here for two days. I said, “I’m going to call someone. I’m thinking of Mr. Monahan from my old neighborhood. I forget his first name, it’s either John or- - - Jim- - I’m gona go with Jim”. I picked up the phone book and called him. Meanwhile Jim got a glass of water from the Sparklettes tank. “I haven’t seen that here in ages”. I tried to explain to Jim that I was from the future and all this was strange to me. Mr. Monahan said that all or north Orange County was like an isolated island and it had some kind of a barbed wire electric field around it and everyone who had tried to escape was killed in the attempt. He said “I haven’t been getting my VA payments from Washington”. He then made reference to the stuff on TV. It was really strange stuff like Chet Huntley interviewing Elvis, and some horror movie starring Gary Gilmore. I said I might pay him a visit and he said, “The bus service is better now than when I first got here. There’s more drivers”. I hung up and began questioning Jim more. “All this time since at least April 1973 anyway there’s been people arriving here?”. Jim said “Another forty thousand arriving every day” “Huh?” “It’s in the song, “Don’t Fear the Wreeper”. Do you have that album?” I said. “Not now” he said. I said, “What made you think of that?” Jim said, “B O S C, Blue Oyster Secret Cult” “Oh.” “Isn’t there a crescent moon on the cover of that album?” “Yes” he said, and added “Didn’t you say you were gazing at a crescent moon when you were spirited away?” “Yes” I said. And added, “What’s the phase of the moon now?” “Pretty close to full, I think, remember?” “Yes” I said that would mean the light was from the east if that meant anything. Jim said, “If you look at the moon on the album it could be a hole in some roof with the light shining in from the east”. “That would be prophetic”, I said. There was a pause. Then I said “You said the sun was in his eyes? We were going east; he was headed west”. Jim said, “No Dave. The road switches back when it hits the upgrade. He would have been headed south east”. I said, “Well, do you have his number? We’re gona sue him aren’t we?” “We can’t do anything, Dave, we’re dead, and he’s on the other side!” “Well, what’s the guy’s name, did you learn that?” “It was a Mr. Crane”. “Crane!” I said. “What’s the matter?” “Oh nothing, something from my future. Well, can I even drive here?” “Why don’t you look in your pocket?” Jim said. “I’ll look in my room” I said. I went to my room and found it and said ‘It says here I’m able to drive till December 31^st. 1984. I guess that’s when the Antichrist takes over”. “You look worried.” Jim said. “Well, to be honest, I cheated on my eye test in October 1979 when I last took the test. These glasses of mine haven’t been changed since 1968”. “I told you those glasses looked old”. I said, “The thing is in October of- - - next year I got in a car accident in late October. I wasn’t injured but the car was pretty messed up. Somebody, and I suspect Pete Richards, raised the question of my eyesight then and they tested me and I failed. I don’t want that happening now.” Jim said, “Do you think Mr. Crain will do that now, which he can’t; he isn’t here”. I said, “Hold it, you’re giving me a bad flashback”. Jim: “Flashback?” “Yeah, I was writing this imaginary story about another Mr. Crane and he was mocking me in Sept-ember of 1983 because I had plans to buy a car and he said I wouldn’t even be able to pass the eye test”. “Well you’ll have to leave your future behind now”. I said, “Hey Jim, I bet you didn’t know Walter Mondale is going to lose the Presidential race in 1984” “Well that’s a no brainer”. I said, “Just what are you people using for money these days?” “I’ve got money in the bank for now”, Jim said. I said, “I do, too- - but it just occurred to me right now that I might run out. I just thought of something I need to do”. “What are you doing?” Jim said. “I’m calling KNI printers to cancel printing on my book” “Are you sure?” “I don’t know who I’ll get but I’m going to try, because it just occurred to me that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”.

Well there you are. There’s your excerpt. Like all good soap operas there are a lot of unanswered questions. We’re here to drivel them out over weeks and months.