A Weird Night

I met my mother's date, with whom we were to watch the new Matrix movie and go eat. The man's name is, I've heard, very long; the angels who gave it to him in a divine vision must have been long-winded. The most I know of the name is "Evatron", though he prefers to simply be called "Tron". Tron is short, black, with dreadlocked hair and beard; he is always to be seen wearing gilded shoes and a strange hat, made out of foam and sheet metal, bearing faded inscriptions in Hebrew. He is quite nice. He, my mother and I saw The Matrix Reloaded in the nearby movie complex; afterwards Tron expressed his disappointment that the movie had portrayed the black side of God to the detriment of the white side. This was symbolized within the film by the black curtain beyond which there is pure light, giving the familiar starry sky; the film, for all its merits, had failed to show us the other side of this curtain, keeping us in the realm of fake Gods. Afterwards we ate at Denny's, one of the few restaurants still open. During this meal we were served by a man dubbed "Big Tron," who had lost much weight since last seeing Tron; he spoke a bit about the greedy practices of restaurant owners, against whom he had obtained vengeance by emptying the cash register on the last day before the old restaurant closed. Later a frail, pale-blonde woman hobbled over to our table; apparently she also knew Tron. After some small talk with the others, she put her arm around my shoulders, leaned close, and told me that she had died at the cash register. In the conversation that followed it transpired that she had died five times, twice at home and three times at Denny's. She was, you see, quite prone to heart seizures of some kind. Luckily, when confronted with the face of God, she had guessed the right answer to His question; so I suppose all her future deaths will be much more peaceful. After hearing a bit about my family, Tron, with the added expertise of the death-prone woman, told me to be expecting a few angelic visions of my own. I guess I'll look forward to them.

(I don't plan to write many entries actually detailing events of my life, but the company I had this night was just too... interesting... not to write about.)