Stairway to the Highway

I met him on the stairs as soon as I started up them, I walked towards a familiar tune I couldn’t put my finger on, it was being whistled by this man, jeez it was on the tip of my tongue. As soon as I faced him, I froze, couldn’t move a damn muscle. I was on my way up; he was on his way down, ironic really. He had this smirk on his face that confirmed this was no accident. He looked nothing like I had expected, apparently all those Sunday school rumors were bullshit. He wore a slick jacket, red pinstripes on black with a bowler’s hat of the same variety. Gold watch and a goatee as dark as I’ve ever seen. Anyway, our eyes were locked. I couldn’t break that staring contest to save my life, or my soul. His were all pupils, not a trace of blue, brown, green or hazel. What was the name of that song god dammit?! I knew I had heard it before. For some reason that was all I could think of, I couldn’t do anything else, I was barely even breathing. And then he said something, “excuse me”. This peeled me from my petrified pose to realize I was in the middle of the stair case the whole time. I couldn’t make words, all I could do was slide to the right just enough to watch him slip by me with that same smirk, skip down the steps with style and out the door. As I stood there dumbfounded, I snapped out of my hypnotized state and continued to the door of my apartment, 7J. It was not until I slid the key into the mechanism and turned the handle that I was sucker punched by a wave of realization. “Highway to hell” by AC/DC, that motherfucker.