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2139, Monday,
15 6. 15
15.6.15
Thinking Outside the Box
as long as hed known him and that considerable since they were wee boys their mothers friends
he never
thought
outside the box
or else the box he found
himself in was really really deep slick high-sided inclined onto its
self
and at its top wrapped pretty-as-can-be with razorwire
he was never a venturer
but that said he didnt have to be he was one of the kind that were set for life requiring no effort on his part
his father wasnt required neither was his grandfather great-grandfather
great-great-granddaddy was a
plentiful sugardaddy for generations to come
and in his words(frankly an
honest appraisal in the Big Scheme of things)
If somebodys got to do it Im
happy its me
he was a happy-go-lucky kind of
guy
and generous
not always generous
but generous often
when it was least expected
which
made his generosity pique and all the more appreciated
that had been his experience as
his friend
they supposed thats what happens
when youre raised together had shared
unremembered baths and beds
and despite being thrown in together
lumped in because of two other peoples friendship
without two cents to say otherwise
their familiarity didnt breed contempt
how lucky was that
and yet as happy-go-lucky as his friend was he wasnt
he was brass tacks and iron
nails
get him wet and hed let loose rust stain wherever and whatever he
touched
but staining only as a vivid reminder
hed long been aware that people
had lousy memory
so it was his way to enforce some
kind of latter recognition like a
scar
The perpetual reminder
he adjusted his legs
I need a favor
All you got to do is ask
the hospital room was huge private
there were four
flower displays at his feet on the bureau under a large television mounted on
the wall angled down
for him to watch
he thought the flowers were
odd Hell
the accident happened just before noon
he waited to see him because he
hadnt been assigned the room
and
that was only a freakin halfhour ago
the flower were fresh aromatic
he actually witnessed their
arrival as he waited in the hospitals antechamber that teemed with elderly
bluehaired voluntears(volunteers quickly queuing in on emotional upsets fully ready with commiserate tears to streak
their powdered faces)
Compassion definitely had a face here
he knew he was here only because
he went past the accident and recognised his car his mothers car they shared a car he wouldnt have his own car until he turned
eighteen
We were
at the grocery store surprise and on our way home when we had our accident
Our accident
You
were driving werent you
Yes Not that it has anything to do with the favor
Im asking
It does If you didnt have the accident I dont think
youd be asking me
Always
out ahead of the game arent you
And you never are but that neither here nor there
How can I help What your favor
I need
you to go back to the grocery store for me
You forgot groceries I dont think youll be home for a little
bit
It cant wait
No It cant
Really
Im curious
How can I help
I need
you to pick something up from the grocery store that I had to left there
You left something there
he waved his hand as he spoke
waving it off it wasnt a
question a restatement
I did
Icandothat
As a matter of fact Id love to do that
You got my panties all in a bunch
Thank
you
I havent done it yet When Im done you can thank me
So whats up
I need
you to grab a couple of magazines I left there
You got a receipt
Cant be walking out of the store with magazines unpaid for
Or did you want me to buy them
for you and youll reimburse me
Theyre
paid for
And hold onto them for me
And the plot thickens Oh shit
No plot
As I
said We were at the grocery store Surprise
Surprise
I didnt
go to the grocery store with my mother
I ran
into her there
She
surprised me
Well Im sure I surprised her too
Surprises Galore I love it
So
I stuffed the magazines away
I need
you please to retrieve them for me
Obviously
he clicked his casted legs together
I aint going anywhere for a bit
You dont see the plot
thickening huh
No
plot This is just a pain in the ass
And your lower extremities
And my
lower extremities
Fine
Where am I going in the grocery
store
And I
need you to do it real quick
Theyre a tad obvious I stashed them hastily
I didnt
think I was going to get swept up in shopping for my mothers dinner party Tons of food
And I
slipped some papers in the magazines that identify me and
and
And would identify that the
magazines were yours If anybody really
cared to walk them back to you
Exactly If I stashed them without the papers no sweat
The magazines are replaceable
This ought to be fun Where am I going In the store
Thank
you
This is really becoming a
thing Hold your thanks until I have
them All this talk could be moot
Right
Now
Shit Dont say that Dont even breathe it
Youre right I apologise
So Beverlys
Unnecessary If your maws throwing a party she wouldnt go
anywhere else
Through
the front doors go directly to the back of the store make a right past the meat
and seafood counter
at aisle eighteen on your right an endcap of tortilla chips or
something Mexican right again and immediately to your right on top the shelf
rack immediately above jars of Kozlowski Farms Apricot and Mango Roasted
Chipotle
are the magazines
You remembered Kozlowski Farms
Apricot yada yada yada
Really
Yeah Polacks I think Or Russian Poles who strongarmed white fok
who strongarmed Mexicans Its California
you know a bunch of psychopath farmers leaning on one hundred years and more
older laws to offset any responsibility or social obligations because their
Great-greats got their first and gobbled shit up I know you know I know . . .
what Im talking
about
Okay Thats where you stashed the magazines
Yes People have a habit of not looking up Except
perhaps at Beverlys where top shelf is top shelf Goddammit should have stuffed it low I was trying not to be obvious Right under my mothers nose And you know how nosy
she is about everything
You could say curious
Anyways Done Im out of here
Thank
you
Stop already Thank me when I call you
One way or the other
he flew down the staircase
nobody in the hospital or
visiting ever used the staircase
it existed only In Case of Fire
he was sure if there was a
fire people would die in the elevators
he took the four flights of
stairs in leaps skipping the last six seven
step slinging himself with the railings onto the landings making a helluva lot of noise in the stairwell it was well insulated his hurtling didnt bother a well-paying
soul he was certain
he went out the Fire Door into
the cool Midwest colored autumn
he missed the smell of leaves
burning in street gutters outlawed
he drove the familys stationwagon
over to Beverlys
he wasnt dressed to go onto Beverlys
people dressed to go there
No Shit
but he was a man on a
mission his buddy needed his help he was hoping
thinking fingers crossed the
magazines would still be there
this clientele wasnt used to
fingering something that didnt belong to them
but they were also a class of
people who would want to try and return something they found that belonged to
someone else to who lost it
Midwestern ethics
It was
beat into you as a kid
he couldnt wait to beat it into his own kids when the time came
he cut across the front of the
store
raised guardian eyes at the
Customer Counter
he breezed
took a left down aisle eighteen
at the end on the left above Kozlowskis
chipotle
looked like a cluster of pages
fingered pages
looking neither left or right he
pulled them down with his left onto his right forearm
they made a slapping sound as if they were as elated as his buddy would
be and he was completing the favor
he rarely asked for favors
heeled as he was there were few favors he might ever ask or
need
beginning back up the aisle
he
dropped his eye to the cover of the magazine on top
then he tipped through the three
others
leaning
against the shelves of sauces and barbecues honeyed hot
Huh
the guy never ever neverever
thinks outside of the box
there hes standing in
Beverlys
fur coats rolling carts past him
quiet
subtle harrumphs
likely
his attire or carelessly posture
offending(and theyd be right he didnt care one iota)
what was it he once told him that he overheard someone say drunkenly
at a party his parents threw
someone
a jazzed up
woman
making a play for a guy
who
was sitting on a couch beside her husband
before
the enormous fireplace in the livingroom
throwing off amber flickering light
he said it was quite erotic
the lighting
the drinks the icecube tickling
the crystal tumblers
her ample cleavage she leaned forward at the waist
then heaving up as she stood
abruptly her breasts shaking a moment
longer
what did he say she said
Ah yes
she said Its too bad youll never have the money to
afford not to have morals
he didnt know why he thought of
that just then
probably the offence he represented in their midst
and
maybe if he knew he was coming here he would have dressed differently
nah
he wouldnt be here ever if he wasnt
helping out
he was proud of him
he was happy inside
he trusted him to help him
prouder yet of his thinking outside the box
he headed for the Exit hoping fucking hoping
someone from the store would try and stop him finger him for ripping
the store off
they didnt
he walked naturally with purpose confidence
maybe he should have slinked a little
looked suspicious
he would have loved to respond to
a What do you have there? and shown them the glossy covered magazines
of hermaphrodites fucking
1547, Friday, 12
6. 15
1502, Saturday,
13 6. 15 Happy Boithday Eddie!!
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