the booze was flowing 

                        minute by minute their intimate gathering was getting more outrageousgrowing more an more boisterousmore funny

  

                            or so they thought

but they knew  knew   that they were some funny muthafuckers

Nonono no he interrupted  he interrupted a string of raunchy jokes that made women within earshot blanch though their husbands or boyfriends hadnt the gumption to walk over and say Yawanna take it down some boys offer some consideration for the peoplethe women sitting around you

no they didnt

so he did  

          Nono guys Hear me out  Listen to me  Its fuckin hilarious  Listen up shits hilarious  Its  fucking   hilarious

he had leverage

he related hellacious stories

he was a born-storyteller  convincing  

                                         the table leaned forward on their elbows

Mary the barmaid interrupted 

No problem Mary You have our undivided attention she delivered another round of drinks a couple more pitchers of beerchilled pint glasses  

Mary Sweetheart he said  such a divine perfect last name Couldya please help the brothers out  These apes try to pour pints theyll have beer all over the table on the floor I fer one don wancha to incur more clean up than necessary Mary Sweetheart

she poured beers for those who wanted them 

                                                she was deliciously distracting  her involuntary timing was perfect an he knew it he owned the floor with her aid

he began his riff  Boys This shits hilarious

they ahhmmed him  their mouths at their beers and drinks

Six years ago the conservative justices on the Supreme Court gutted the Voting Rights Act an now  within an oligarchs crooked reach  it seems the fucks might uphold cunts administrations addition of a citizenship question to the twentytwenty census  An get thisget this  claiming  the question  is needed for better enforcement of the Voting Rights Act.

CHRIST  Isnt that ripe fuckin hilarious

the table sat back

he usually had the best stories the best stories

Aw com on guys  Yamiss the punchline

Thats the funniest thing Ive heard all night

Hows the Nazi salute go again

I cant remember

Ohwell Im outa here  

he threw a fifty spot on the table

                                   and as he wound his way through the tables around them his table mute behind him he made eye contact with the men sitting at the tables and said Yer welcome Yer welcome  Don thank me yer welcome

           Leave yer balls at home

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                           he didnt know what the word washe couldnt read his own handwriting

it looked like  c – h – a – m – s – a – n – s  but that didnt spell anything  and meant nothing when taken in context . . . and it seemed he heard chamsans ceaselessly at trees  

what would he wrangle out of that

his writing continued 

                       sometimes an accelerant is insufficient  a flame has to be added  a shove from behind  otherwise you might not have taken the next step  or you wouldnt have fallen down the flight of stairs

Chamsan was a family name  an arboreal family? 

                                                     he wasnt that drunkAH  no he wasnt

he recalled his handwriting was sloppy  chainsaws   chainsaws ceaselessly at trees

chainsaws

the neighbourhood once seemed to be a tall grassy sea bottom but over the seven years he lived there gaps through which the sky stared at him through grew wider and wider seventy eighty onehundred year old trees split finally concededbroke by stormwinds fractured cutting them down was arranged by homeowners who were afraid of lawsuits limbs falling on fences or houses or cars terribly fearful they might fall on people although he felt if a tree fell on someone maybe they deserved it everyone was bending over backwards to save people from themselvessave them so later they didnt try an finger themfinger them that it was someone elses fault they were injured  that they were blameless  oblivious   others should contend with their sensorial absence 

                                                                                  maybe chamsans ought to die

then everyone would be done with so much dead wood

but maybe the dead wood would prefer a brandyWould you prefer a brandy?

Who drinks brandy?

he didnt

        he could only imagine his contempt for the person who might offer him as much imagine the infamous Jamaican overseer Thomas Thistlewood 

                                  Or rather perhaps you might prefer a Derby’s dose?

Straight spirits please Or fortified beer   

Leave foofoo for the fucks Hmmm  was that too much contempt

contempt  accelerant 

                         his firepit smouldered  he thought a splash of charcoal lighting fluid would combust  

the smouldering grew more white and thicker

he went into the house and returned with Ohio Blue Tip matches  struck two at once off a terracotta planter their flame firedrenewed the mired dead wood

Ah  he saw dead wood has its purpose

did anyone really cry over spilt milk

afternoon,  Easter Sunday,  21  4. 19

1325,  Monday,  22  4. 19                                                                                                          

Derby’s dose: a form of torture  a runaway slave would be beaten . . salt pickle lime juice bird pepper (Pequin pepper) would be rubbed into their open wounds then another slave would defecate into the mouth of the miscreant who then would be gagged for four or five hours  an Exquisite example of one human beings utter disregard of another earthling  we are a replete species