“I thought I was blind at first. I mean, I couldn’t see a thing. It was completely dark.”
He sat on the bar stool with a glass of cheap beer in his hand. When he moved his arms to gesture, he kept spilling bits of the contents on Jerry, his best friend for the evening.
“Look, man, you haven’t ever seen dark like that,” he took a sip and stopped, looking thoughtful. “Well, maybe in a cave somewhere… But other than that…”
Jerry had been in a many caves in his lifetime. Every time, someone in the group always suggested, “Hey, let’s all turn our flashlights off.” Naturally, everyone did. And the result was always the same: total blackness. Yeah, he knew what Don was talking about.
“I held my hand up. Like this,” he gave a visual demonstration, hand inches from his nose. “Couldn’t see it.”
Don was getting more excited as his story continued. Every Thursday at Joe’s, he was there telling the same story: how God had taken him all the way back to when it all started, you know, “Day One.” Jerry was a newcomer, and so he was thoroughly enjoying the tale while all the others simply ignored the man.
