Scott and Ron sat comfortably in their canoe, floating lazily down the river. The sun beamed warmly down on their bodies, rejuvenating their bodies and minds. There wasn’t another soul on the river, just the two of them enjoying each other’s company, giving themselves a break from Life.
Ron leaned forward and grabbed an ice-cold Miller Lite from the cooler. “Hey, Scotty, ready for another?”
“Beer me, bitch!” replied Scott.
Ron tossed Scott another beer. They cracked their beers open at the same time, allowing the sound to echo over the slow-moving river, comforting their weary minds.
“Here’s to you Scotty, you son-of-a-bitch! This was a great idea. It’s been way too long since I’ve allowed myself a break from work. You have no idea how much I’ve needed this.”
“I’ll cheers to that!” said Scott. They both took a giant gulp and let out an “ahh…” as an exclamation mark to the statement.
They continued to float down the river in silence, taking in the sights and sounds of mother nature. They could see fish swimming by in the clear water, while turtles sunbathed on fallen trees near the banks. Clouds gently rolled across the sky, playing peek-a-boo with the sun. The calmness of the river allowed their minds to wander.
“Question for ya,” said Scott.
“Do you think that people with multiple personality disorder might have multiple Souls occupying their bodies? I mean, maybe they’re not crazy at all, maybe they just have different souls fighting for control of that body?”
“What in the fuck are you smoking? And can I have some of it?” replied Ron.
“I’m just saying.”
“So, you’re asking me if I think it’s possible for more than one soul to occupy a physical body at the same time? You know, I’ve never thought of that before. Now, I’ve heard of situations where a set of twins were born inside of each other, so maybe it’s possible that the soul of the body born inside of the other body could be trapped there.”
“How do you reckon that?” asked Ron. “The body of the twin living inside of the other body is dead, so when a body dies, the soul is released from the body.”
“Ok, that’s a valid point. Ron, why are you asking this question?”
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. Asking myself a lot of questions. ‘Why I’m here.’ ‘What’s the point to my life.’ You know, stupid shit like that.”
“Dude, you are working way too much!” said Scott.
“I know I am. That’s the point. I feel lost, like nothing I’m doing fucking matters anymore. My mind has started to wander in all kinds of different directions and I can’t shake it.”
“Damn dude,” replied Scott.
The two of them sat in silence, gently floating down the river.
“Well, why you’re sittin’ there being lost, can you throw me another beer.” Ron reached into the cooler and tossed Scott another Miller Lite.