black Irish coffee this
morning
Pepper Adams Blackout Blues played
on the computer in front of him while behind him indie and Miss
Octoberferalborn cats played with a brokeopen laidflat Amazon cardboard box
the warmed whiskey vapours roiled
himmade him fixate again again on his indignation(he dated himself) that the
movie theatre didnt give him a ticket when he saw Blade Runner 2049
instead it gave him a receipt
he
took the damn receipt up an inclined large postered hallway to an usher who was
fixed in a wheelchair(BRAVO muthafucker BRAVO
Good for you! – theres a lot of people
doing far less while having considerably morevitally more than you)
the usher took his receipt read
off it that he was there to see Blade Runner and told him it was
playing on Screen Seven(the theatre housed twelve screens and a bar) Theatre Seven
is down the aisle to your right on the righthand side
then brisklyadeptly tore halfway through the receipt
then brisklyadeptly tore halfway through the receipt
obviously he wouldnt be able to use
it again or to sneak into another film(despite the datethe timethe screenthe
seat where he was to sit was printed on it)
he mused
he rolled back on his 50s Steelcase chair
opened the desk drawer pulled out a rusted antique Allenburys Pastilles tin
opened it and fingered two ticket stubs they were from the Roxy Theatre in Missoula
Montana he dated them with a red Bic ballpoint
July 1977 they were cherished keepsakes more so now that his datelater his wife was
dead
he remembered they were running latein
a bit of a panic they sped up 93 from
Hamilton in a tan nine-passenger ’73 Dodge Coronet Crestwood stationwagonChrist
the room inside it
it was his pride
he bought the wagon the prior fall in
Marengo Illinois to make the roadtrip west midOctober
when he could see the Rockies on
the blue distance horizon he pulled off to the side of the highway got out sat
on the wagons hood leaning against the windshield and fired up a fat joint he kept it in the ashtrayrolled it expressly for
that moment he celebrated seeing the
mountains for the first time in his twentytwo year life
they were running late because earlier
they jogged through their small neighborhood through a brief woodland to the
Bitterroot for a swim
he had awakened her that morningclutched
at her breasts from behind nibbled at her ear
her ears were sensitive
the next thing he knew they were
all over the bed turning each other inside out pant pantpanting laughing pushing
the kittens offpushing Fatty offhis SamoyedHusky pup a birthday gift from her the
first dog he ever hadpushed him off their carnal bed
afterwards they went for a cool
swim rather than take a hot shower it was delicious
they trotted down to the river
with Fatty between them and swam in its clear twisting water they dipped
themselves luxuriated in a shallow river rock pool at the Bitterroots edge where
a hot springs flowed into it
he mused Thats somethingreally
something
that ticket stubs
could revive such beautiful memories
they shouldtheyre a physical placemarker in time
a movie should be a one-off
they shouldnt be watched to kill timethey should be an anticipated event putting
a pin in part of the sheafthe shuffle of leaves that made up ones life
majority-CGed films werent as memorable they titillated of course but reminded him of Pavlovian dogs
not memorable conditioned
not memorable conditioned
however it might be that he was just
well lubricated by whiskeyOhbullshit he rememberedhe could unravel the looselywoven
occasionally-knotting braids of his long memory he never
wound them too tight or restricted them if
he had he feared it might strangle itself as it thrashed denied of warm sunlight
of bruised moonlight of the brisk breath of refreshing reviving blue air
he mused to Peppers Blackout Blues
0925, Sunday,
22 10. 17
0858, Monday, 23 10. 17
Blackout Blues https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlqOakP-qr0
Usher Yeah(off Confessions) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGXZOQ8yTU4
