You’re not going to forget the twins? You understand it is my duty, my duty, my moral obligation, responsibility . .

. . Dont get carried away with yourself . .

. . Don’t interrupt me, it’s my obligation . .

. . Obligation better  I dont like being associated with morals  Hemingway said of morals  if afterwards it feels good it was moral  if it feels bad it was immoral

I didn’t know that.                                                                                                                    

No You wouldnt Thats why Im here  To edumacate you                                                                

Yeah, right; as it’s my obligation to enunciate the stories you’ve shared with me that should be memorialised in your blog.

Yaknow  for someone who hasnt read it you certainly have a keen appreciation for it

I don’t need to read it. I know you. I’m getting milk straight from the cow . .

. . Cum  from the bullplease . .

. . Christ. If half the shit you tell me you put into print, that I don’t put past you, because you’re you, deadly honest, woefully consistent . . . well, why aren’t you dead?

Dead

Dead. You don’t back down.

Why would anyone back down from something they know to be true or believe in

Because they might get hurt.

Hurt Hurts temporary  Lying to yourself is mortal

Hurt still hurts.

Fuck that  it simply reminds you youre aliveHA  Makes one mindful  Like the thousandanone apps people can download onto their fones to remind themselves day to daymebbe hour to hour  Apps  Because theyre idiots

Ouch. That’s harsh.

Idiots harsh  Not when its true   You really need to be reminded to be mindful

People are busy these days, have a lot on their plate.

People have always been busy  Technology  Being connected That shoves them along They dont stop an shove back

You can say that because you’re not connected.

I can say that because connected aint connected  Its being a worthless cog  Lacking respect for ones self  Being an idiot imbecile a fuckin moron  I think I got it right  Were living here in California home of eugenics oneohone  The state certainly got Hitler yanking his pud

Pud?

Yah

Who says pud anymore?

Im reviving it  Id think you and many other menprobably women might be happy for a revived pud  takin some starch to it  rising to the occasion  run a flag up the mast maststiff

Just make it up as you go along, don’t you?

Whynot

Yes. Why not.

Exactly

The twins? Did you recall their names?

Nah  I can see emsee where they livedremember skulking past their house in hopes of catchinJesusChrist Got it  Sellgren

Sellgren? That’s what, Swedish?  That’s blonde.

They were blonde

You just remembered?

I did

Funny how that works. When was the last time you thought of them?

Prior to last week

Yeah.

Probably not long after that partythey situated themselves out of my league Though I thought it was nicereally nice  that they knew who I was despite me not knowing that My kid sister was their agethey probably knew me through her They only lived a couple blocks west of our immediate neighbourhood  a small development up end houses Once it was skein of paned glass greenhouses A nursery

Your league?

Stop You know what Im talking about We did that as kids When I got out of the neighbourhood there wasnt a girl alive who was outside my league  Balls to the wall baby You could tell me nodidnt hurt my feelings an I was on to the next women But I let them tell me no I wouldnt assume it Not like when I was youngwhen I was in the neighbourhood   Dig

I . . maybe . I do.

You do  Your old man was a doctor You had a car at sixteen You were always in play whether you knew it or not

I suppose . .

. . You supposedont be dense You had pocket money the car You didnt work prior to high schoolin high school At SC  Did you

No.

No

But I never kissed twins. In the same night. One after the other.

Yahbut I was stupid I should have kissed them a second timekissed them again pitting twin against twin That said we were stoned getting more stonedshotgunning them  Shotgun was fuckin sensual I cant tell you the number of girls I shotgunnedheld by their headstheir hair blew jets of smoke into their mouths  our mouths not an inch apart

Ive heard of it. Shotgun.

Maryjanes legal Yaint deadya oughta give it a huff an a puff an blow some gals down

Sellgren.

Yah Sellgren Out of nowhere   Regrets named Sellgren

1532,  Twosday,  6  11. 18

1235,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  7  11. 18

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