Hey fatmanhe didnt say that though he asked impertinently Need more pavement  over his thought

the man was huge

he should have been wearing a tshirt

then it was possible they didnt make tshirt in his size

Drive-In size flesh

EXCUSE ME the fat man called back to him as he walked on the dirt shoulder of the road beside the fatmans chainlink fence 

PAVEMENT

he pointed at the mans groundshis front yard

the fatman stood on weathered gray concrete steps that lead up to his front door before sheets and sheets of poured white concrete that nearly encasedscabbed his entire yard

I ASKED  YOU NEED MORE CONCRETE   PAVEMENT

IT'S CHEAPER THAN MAINTAINING A LAWN

he couldnt argue his declaration unless he saw the mans bills or unless the man owned a business or had connections with a business that dealt in concrete  the town had a surplus or labourers carpenters contractors subcontractors one hand washes the other like all professional cultures inherent bartering cut-rate wink-and-nod discounts five-finger discounts truckbeds-filled discounts he knew a man who worked in the oilfields and was allotted a bag of concrete and all the riverstone he could haul every day he worked and built an enormous retaining wall on his property erecting a Quonset hut his domicile at its top when he finished it   YES  I IMAGINE THATS ONE WAY OF LOOKING AT IT

IT’S THE ONLY WAY OF LOOKING AT IT

You could stand cutting a lawn fatmanhe didnt say that  NO  I HAVE TO DISAGREE 

the fatmans San Ynez – San Andres corner double-wide lot was up against an empty double-wide lot to his east on San Ynez that was owned byposted with SoCalGas signs and other signs that threatened loiteringtheir perception or of entering it

IT’S HOW I LOOK AT IT

THANK YOU  THATS MORE ACCURATE

these are the things one can see or entertain when they choose to walk around town running errandspaying bills rather than driving

walking a little furthur west up San Ynez he saw a rag flutter in the breeze on the other side of the street and curious he crossed over to it

it wasnt a rag

it was a dead crushed owl

hit by a car

counterintuitive

owls fly in the air

cars ride on the earth

wouldnt think the two would ever meet

emerging from the towns side streetsfrom a cute attempt by teenagers trying to frighten himscreaming at him from a passing car

         probably because he was reading(Sebalds Austerlitz)

he didnt frighten  he preferred their shouting and shenanigans however to the few cars that fake their going to sideswip himblaring their hornsspeeding at him

wheres a brick when you need one

emerging onto the towns main thoroughfare he recognised the difference in traffic from 25 years earlier 

it seemed abrupt although its abruptness and tenor could be expectedit probably wasnt as abrupt as he thought because he worked his 9-to-5 those years outside the community

still

   it was breath-takingthough probably breath-taking to anyone like himself who was pleasured simply  had simple expectations

he cut across the wide street midblock ticking off motorists motorists who runover cats squirrels  owls because he and they dare invade their road between lights where they shouldnt have to slow down for anythingnot a damn thing where was a brick when you needed one that impeded themforced them take their foot from the accelerator

                                                                        fact was they didnt have to

he had them timed if they didnt accelerateif they kept to the speed limit                                                          but his presence on the road before them seemed to provoke an impatience that transfixed and goaded them they tightened their grip on the wheel they tried strangling it and that chemistry in turn provoked and fueled a queer modern rage

he saw the animation in their faces through their windshields  shatterproof glass  airbags  impervious  fearless of collisions

theyd survive

isnt that what they paid for when the purchased their expensive engineered vehicles

they wouldnt die   

so him crossing their painted line their concrete street made for their vehicles not human beings was a provocation

they were invulnerable 

who the fuck was he to play with that

wheres a brick when you need one

he approached a colony business buildingthe town recently celebrated its centennial  the public sidewalk crossed under its Spanish-influenced and arched façade 

at his oblique angle he read a neonlighted advertisement in one bays front glass 

the cheap plastic signage above the door read DISCOUNT CIGARETTES

the neon ad in the window read     BUY

                          GOD JEWRY

that was confusing

he kept his eye peeled  and as he neared it GOD became GOLD JEWRY became JEWELRY 

that made more sense

it furthur informed himnot that it was new to him  to take things head on

Ah the things you miss or dont think when youre driving behind a wheel

1306,  Twosday,  22  8. 17

1350,  Thursday,  24  8. 17

1245 days remaining of less for Drumpf

Mal Waldron  La Gloire Du Noir  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcUyRp2NZwk