he rolled a fattie harkening back
to the days when grass was cheapwhen it wasnt modified by freaks for genetics all the freaks are getting out of
handoutrunning our ability to process even consider what the long term might be
an might be not what theyre purported were reacting were not proactive not braking Slow
it down muthafucker slow it down
hitting it deeplyholding it
in breathlessly he remembered Frank dead now
shot himself in the head when he was diagnosed with cancer Frank worked at Phillips with him a liquor
store Frank always carried a few joints
in his pack of Camels Man hed say I
remember when the shit grew wild in empty lots around Chicago. I’d pack up
grocery bags with it and hide em in the garage. Somehow my old man always sniffed
em out. Ya a dumb nigger or wha? he’d say, whyya always baggin up weeds an
hidin em in the garage? Yaint that dumb or are ya, nigger? My old man liked his booze. He’d get his high on and toss my bags in the
incinerator in the alley, burn em, and I’d have to go out again and just pick me some mo.
exhale
opening a bottle of beer finishing
the joint he sat down to watch Planet Terror an make his way to Death
Proof a twin-bill for the evening reminding himself of all the twin-bills he
took in at Drive-Ins an missed some of the first an sometimes all of the
second the great B-films that played
flickering lights on their bodies painting them as they laid inside his parents
stationwagon playing with each other plied with grass an a lil something to sip
he dug that Rodriguez and
Tarantino set their hands to grindhouse their
vision of over-the-top xploitation they reminded him of Russ Meyers Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Rosario Dawson done up like Tura Satana anfool
if ya dont know who she was yare shaky an might follow Franks exampleLOOK HER
UP! or Warhols
Frankenstein or rather Flesh of Frankenstein
to know death you have to fuck life in the guts he wasnt fuckin a gall bladder an while these bits
roiled an twisted in his head like a wax bolus inside a lava lamp he injected
into it imitation is the sincerest form of flattery Colton then one-upped by Wilde that mediocrity can
pay to greatness then into the mix he
slathered Vanilla Ice blatantly drafting off Bowies an Queens Under
Pressure xploiting its bass line(while
insisting he had bought it outright) that hadnt dawned on him until he wandered into a liquor store in California that
was playing uninspired cannedmusic overhead the bass line began in his head he heard Under Pressure then Ice Ice Baby Ice commencedDafuck he usually he heard what he heard this was the first time he was fooled he didnt listen to Vanilla Ice his daughters did which they now tried to deny as they tried to
deny Ricky Martin Comon Martin was
talentedhe stayed in the industry far longer than the white rapperYo if one was inclined to bestow onto Ice rapper that was his act rather than his life to livin
the life sez Wilde sez Wilde he agreed with the elegant satiric or satyric homosexual
when the girls come to his house
an flip through his CDsthey ignore his hundreds of vinylstoo lazy to turn a
record over flipping through themhes sure they conspired they always
find Ice an Martins CDs an holding them up they say Gee Dad you certainly
have an eclectic taste in music he
had theyd smile knowing full well the
CDs were theirs
Hmm he wonderedopening another
beer when he croaked would they finally take them for themselves
muthafucker just crushed a disembodied testicle under his boot
AwChrist hed almost forgotten
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