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Collin Landis
Introduction
This special release of The More Mundane Adventures
of Blue Stahli comes from my free short fiction collection
Strangities - Volume II and is the first in an ongoing
series. Ive had the great pleasure of knowing Bret Blue
Stahli since the first grade and because of this Ive been
privy to most of what hes experienced in life. And let
me tell you, my friend has lived a fantastic life. The sheer
amount of bizarre things hes gone through would truly
boggle your mind. Even among those of us who have
known him for quite some time he is a bit of a legend.
Because of this, Ive taken it upon myself to make him the
noir folk hero he deserves to be. The More Mundane
Adventures of Blue Stahli contains far more factual
accounts of things Bret has experienced than you would
believe. As the titling suggests, he has indeed faced things
much more fantastic than Ill be recounting and Ive done
my best to limit myself to the most boring tales I can recall
about him. I figure Ill leave all the REALLY good stories for
him to tell you, since theyre his. But I have a feeling youll
be pretty entertained even with the boring ones. I hope
youll stop by www.strangities.com and check them out.
- Collin Landis
The More
Mundane
Adventures
of Blue Stahli
Episode I
I see the car seat through her rear window as she drives
off.
I made enough from the gig to get some gas and maybe a
bite to eat if I can find somewhere still open with a dollar
menu. Thats good news because Ive been on E all day in
both instances. I fire up the car and let it warm up a little
before heading to the nearest gas station. The night seems
like a typical Detroit evening / morning. Lousy. The cold
isnt crisp; its oppressive. The city skyline isnt majestic; the
buildings are tombstones. And the guy running in front of
my car would probably be better off if I ran him over. But I
dont. I slam on the brakes and skid to a stop.
The car is in bad shape. All the windows are blown out
and the safety glass looks like raindrops in the headlights.
The roof is pancaked. But theres something weird about it,
something off. I cant wrap my head around it, so I ignore it.
Write it off as my natural paranoia. After all, life has given
me a lot to be paranoid about. Ignoring the crunching
glass I grab one of the door handles and try it. Jammed.
Shocking.
What side was she in? I ask.
Thats when things get weird.
The guy, who has suddenly become the picture of zen,
digs both hands into his forehead and rips his face off like
he was splitting a melon.
I kid you not.
Of course its right after I watch this happen that my brain
figures out what it was trying to tell me before, and takes
that moment to share with me. Specifically, none of the
doors on the car were open. And with a wreck like that it
would have been impossible for someone to get out of the
car without opening one.
The guy / things new / real face is pretty different from
his old one. For starters hes got three eyes, all black and
shiny like a spider and all clustered dead center where his
nose should be. Oh yeah, I said SHOULD be. Because he
doesnt have a nose. Just the eyes. And a mouth. But instead
of normal human-type omnivore teeth hes got nasty little
needle-teeth. A LOT of them. I can tell because his mouth
is open and hes squealing at me.
Hes got short mandibles too, and these must be shiny
because I can see them kind of gleam in the reflected
light of the cars headlights. His whole head is covered in a
sort of grey-black fur that ends where the jagged pieces of
his earlier face still peek up from his collar.
In the few seconds I take all this in, I achieve a sort of
clarity I rarely experience. Not a revelation, exactly;
more of a reminder of sorts. My brain, pushing aside the
confusion caused by watching someone rip their face off,
speaks to me very clearly:
THIS is why you just keep driving.
Touch, brain. Touch.
I would have loved to consider that point more, but the
guy was already charging at me with surprising speed. I
wish I could say that I took him out with a single punch and
donated him to science, but that just didnt happen. I was
still confused at seeing something that could have been
from one of my tamer nightmares here, in Detroit, during
what I was fairly certain were still waking hours for me. He
had me by my throat and in the air before I snapped out of
it.
The car is what really tops the night off for me.
It wont start.
It wont start because its out of gas.
Its out of gas because I left it running while I went to help
the monster that tried to eat my face.
Perfect.
So I walk two miles to the nearest gas station, using my gig
money to buy a gas can and a few gallons of gas. This gets
me far enough that I can get the car gassed up the rest of
the way.
The gas can cost what I was planning to use on dinner.
Looks like no one gets to eat tonight.
Fucking Detroit.