In Search Of Hasia
(Copyrite to Jack Kelly)
Octavius always hated his name. “What kind of people name their kid after a fucking Roman emperor?” But he shrugged it off and on this night, his name was neither a point of frustration or any assorted problem. As Octavius walked on this breezy, but warm September night, he held in his pocket, that if real would give him everything he had ever wanted. Octavius was 28 and had a life that seemed interesting to many outsiders, but to him it was a dull and purposeless jaunt through history. He always felt like something was missing, no desire worth pursuing.
He loved this walk at this time of year. He could hear a Jack Johnson song playing at a nearby bar and it had a calming effect on him. But tonight it seemed to have a greater sense of importance. After tonight, no longer would he have to think of his parents or his sister Jolene. 3 years earlier they had died in a plane crash and his father was considered a hero by many, because one of the passengers said he saved her life when she was escaping the rear of the plane. And because of who his dad was, the “hero” story was spun and pushed out to any fool who would believe it.
Octavius’s father was a long time Congressman from Boston and everybody loved his dad. Especially now that his dad was dead. As he would always say to his friends, “America loves you when you’re dead.” But the pain was very severe even as he spent most of the time hidding it. The loss of Jolene was especially painful. Octavius had a special bond with her. Jolene understood him more than anyone on Earth. One of the last things she ever said to him was “some day you will do something great.”
He never understood what it meant, but the motion of her lips and the espressions of her face were blazed into his memory. He started laughing thinking if what he had in his pocket is what she was referring to. But he knew that answer, because it was because of her that he ended up here, instead of a downward spiral through life.
When the news hit of the plane crashing, Octavius was at his sometimes on again, off again, back on again, let’s just fuck one more time, sometimes ex-girlfriend’s house, when he saw the news on the TV. He was enjoying an after sex cigaret as he laid on Jamie’s bed. See, Jamie was in some ways, just as twisted as Octavius. He liked her for that, but they could never marry or really take each other serious. They were not necessarily friends or fuck buddies, but more of a refugee for one another.
Octavius started to look for his shirt when Jamie started screaming and yelled ” O.V., O.V., LOOK, PLEASE COME HERE AND LOOK.” O.V. was what she called him, not sure why she did, as she was the only one, but he yelled back slightly annoyed “What the fuck are you freaking out about?”
“JUST COME HERE, PLEEEAASEEE” she said. Octavius walked slowly into her living room and saw smoke coming from the ground with some reporter on TV talking about a plane crash.
And then he saw it-
His father’s face on TV with the words “Congressman Casey and his wife and daughter were killed in today’s plane crash.” He felt numb- Jamie screamed and tried to hug him but he shrugged and pushed her off. He couldn’t stop looking at his sister’s picture. He finally fell on the ground and started screaming NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! He grabbed the TV off the stand and he hugged it so hard, he ripped it off the stand the plug almost got ripped out of the wall.
He thought of that moment and a tear slipped down his right cheek, but he was no longer sad. As he continued to walk, he looked out at the beautiful sky line of Boston. All he could think was how pretty it looked and how this will be the last time he will ever see it like this. It will be all different after this. He had an hour to kill before meeting his two mysterious friends he had met one week after the plane crash. These two mysteries friends were really not mysteries at all, but two regular flesh and blood souls like himself. Just trying to live the way they should have always been living.
And like them, he was now living the life he was always supposed to live.
One week after the crash and a day after the funeral, Jamison and Elisha knocked on his door, which was on the North End Waterfront of Boston. Octavius opened the door and saw two very attractive people outside his entrance. At first he thought it was a couple assholes from the media trying to interview him about how he felt. As if someone really needs to ask such a question. Octavius would just say to them” How do you think I fucking feel? I just lost my whole family? Asshole!” But something seemed different about these two. He couldn’t quite figure it out, but something told him to open the door.
Jameson had brown hair and a rugged look. Seemed to be about 34, give or take a few years. Elisha, was exotically interesting. She had hazel eyes, dirty blonde hair and was about 5″6′ with a slender body, and a nice smile. In hindsight, she was probably the sole reason he opened the door. His father would always say, “a pretty girl can cause a man to knowingly walk off a cliff .” I guess that was one thing he had in common with his dad.
As he opened the door, Octavius asked what the two wanted with him. Jameson, with a sort of twisted Fight Club Brad Pitt type style smile said ” Octavius Casey, Can we come in?” Octavius at first said no, but just as he said it, Elisha gently walked past him and into his house. Octavius looked at Jameson and he simply said “I know dude, it’s not fair” and then Octavius gestured for him to come in.
Elisha said, “wow nice place and a great view, must be cool to be you!” Octavius was annoyed but also quite interested in this whole scenario playing out in front of him. He said, “What do you guys want and who are you?” Jameson and Elisha just smiled while looking at each other and then Jameson said “what if we said we could change your life and give you everything you ever wanted.”
Octavius just laughed and said “I thought I had a bad week. Do you guys just smoke dust and walk around saying crazy shit to random strangers while sitting in their living room?” Elisha said,” Good, one O.V., but you will like what we have for you, if you can be patient.”
Octavius was confused that she called him O.V. since Jamie was the only one to ever do that, but Jamie had some crazy friends, so it was completely logical she told one of her crazy friends about him and her endearing nickname for him.
But, seriously even if so, why would these two people come over here? To taunt him with some dumb nickname as he just buried his parents? It made zero sense. Octavius asked both of them in a serious tone, “C’mon guys, what is this about? If Jamie sent you here to fuck with me, at least light something up so I can enjoy the foolishness too.” Elisha, smiled and says to Jameson “I told you how cute he is. Then she walked up to Octavius and said ” we have a gift for you. It is a place, a state of mind. A place you have been searching for all of your life. You can’t go yet, but soon, if you are patient we will take you with us. But on one condition; you never tell anyone that you met us, ok?”
Octavius was irritated by this. Sure it was intriguing, but what kind of bullshit was this? Who was this little fucking girl to walk in his house and start saying crazy shit like this, while at the same time being totally memorizing? Octavius replied harshly ” What place? when, where? This makes no sense. Just speak in in English!!! Damm it”
Elisha then said “Octavius, just trust us. We were just as surprised by this as you are now. But, like you are feeling now, we knew we had to just go with this. The place we speak of is everything you have ever wanted. A place where no one judges you. A place where you can love freely and pursue all of your dreams. We picked you, because like all of us, you have the right spirit to join us. But before you can come, you must realize that spirit within yourself and apply it in this world. Once you reach that point, we will come back in two years and take you with us.”
Octavius was somehow riveted by Elisha and he had no idea why, but he believed her, even if he didn’t realize what or where he was suppose to believe he could be going or what it was. Finally Jameson jumped in “You should believe her man. It is all true. Octavius then says “Ok, Ok, even if I do believe there is some place that has all of this cool shit, whatever that cool shit maybe or means to me, where is it and what is it called?”
Elisha said “It is called Hasia!”
“It is of this world and very real, but like all of us who live there, you have to earn entrance.”
Then Jameson says to Octavius ” we will call you in about a year, if it ends up working out and talk once again. O, ya, shit, I forgot to mention this. But Octavius, there is one thing we can tell you. I knew Jolene before I went to Hasia. She helped me get there. Just follow her advice and go become great like she said you would be.”
And with that Elisha and Jameson walked out of his house. Elisha looked back at Octavius and gave a reassuring, yet tender smile that made him feel oddly comforted, if one could be after such a barmy encounter. As Octavius closed the door, he walked over to the couch and laid down facing the ceiling. He was exhausted, drained, confused, sad and lost.
As Octavius faced the baby blue white ceiling that looked like the oceans of Aruba, all he could hear was his sister Jolene’s last words to him,
“Some day you will do something great.”