theres this disconnect

                        he couldnt seem to put his finger on it its why its blatant over-the-top ignorance  he was very trying hard not to accept his fellows untamped rudeness  but like pigs in a muddy swale people loved its warm frothy mud and embrace

the disconnect

                those monkeys who approach his register while talking on their cellfone

they wanna check-out 

                        they want their cake and to eat it too

they didnt provide him an option 

                                   so he took it upon himself to correct them to institute a new practise  create protocol 

an frankly he didnt give a fuck what management thought corporate thought

                                                                              he rolled it out hard and fast

he refused to sell to anyone who was on their cellfones  they were going to be present during their transaction with him or they could go to another cashier   

which would mean they would have to wait for another cashier

Youll excuse me hed say loud and clear  they glared at himthey couldnt hear who they were talking to over his voice Youll have to step away please until youve finished your conversation

Excuse me? Hold on a moment Ive waited in line like everyone else.

No Youll excuse me Everyone else in line isnt on their cellfone

When youve concluded your call I can help you You can hang up or you can go to the end of the line for a cashier wholl ignore that youre ignoring them

This is outrageous.

It is not Its a simple matter of being polite

I havent gone done the rabbithole Im not impolite Could be Im the polite policehuh

Well, I nev . .

. . Never say never Theres a first time for everything An look at youyouve opened that door

they stepped away from the counter

Whos next please I can help

hed admit he was being drastic 

                                  drastic times call for drastic actions 

what prompted him was a young woman who walked up to the counter placed her items on the counter turned her back to himleaning on the counter and said loud as clear as a bell 

                                                                      Yeah. Open relationships. I don’t get them. My old boyfriend’s in an open relationship. Idiot. He fell in love with a cheap hooker in Escondido, and she’s refused to quit turning tricks. But he says, what can I do? I love her.

she turned around

she was oblivious that he might have heard what she said  and he didnt need to hear that

he pointed to the chip machine 

                                 said Chip

Yeah. Can you believe that? she said into her fone

he couldnt

she slipped her chipped creditcard into the machine Are you kidding me? That’s outrageous, unbelievable!

he bagged her items

he waved his hand to gather her attention  and gathered he pointed at the receipt being issued  Want it?

she shook her head That’s fucking unbelievable!

Youre fucking unbelievable he thought

he held up her bag so she could take it

she had her fone to her head in one hand 

her creditcard in the other

she couldnt make up her mind

Youll excuse me he pulled the creditcard out of her hand and dropped it into the open bag  Have a blissful day.

she looked a little perturbed at him then What? What did you say? absently she took the bag in her free arm Again?

walking away she said No. That’s fucking unbelievable.

it was

after 2100,  Saturday,  26  1. 19

0920,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  24  4. 19

he wished he was stonedhe wasnt

                                    it was like witnessing a crime theres never a cop around when you need one fortunately he had a vigilantes constitution  and spine

his two favorite women were talking 

they werent stoned either  POLICE!  POLICE!! 

                                                   Nope none around

when he entered the room they nodded to himacknowledged him then quickly returnedengaged each other again  evidently steeped in whatever it was they were talking about

he sat in the chair opposite the couch where they sat  

Im not interrupting

simultaneously they often completed the others thoughts they shook their heads no while keeping up their exchange 

they were too familiarintimate what one knewlearned eventually the other two would as well

                                                                                           whodathought a naked swim his challenge Get naked Come on in The waters fine that theyd join him climbed out shivering rushing through a huge sliding glassdoorBaby Its Cold Outside tumbling into bed sharing blankets sharing bodyheat one caressed his cock Jesus, he frozen stiff their terrific shared outburst genuinelaughter  Careful! Don’t want to shatter it

Youre welcome to try 

they tried for hours

                     whodathought from such a beginning they be the tightest friends still fooling around these years laterfooling around on boyfriends and girlfriends if they couldnt wrap their heads around their relationship they didnt want to know them

they were accused of being selfish

Yah. We’re selfish.

individually they said in advance they were involved in a special relationship  

they were honest

they werent trying to change anyone

he motionedhis thumb over his shoulder to the bar behind him Drink unspoken

they didnt break stride

they nodded

he walked over trying to pick up strands of their conversations strings sewing a patchwork quilt 

a dream

a similar dream

no

the same dream

separately they dreamed the same dream 

setting down their whisky and sodas on the coffee table between themquickly sipping his  quietly  Excuse my interruption  Is that possible

they went off like a pair of syncopated Bobbleheads It seems so! We were in the exact same car, it was raining, the road ahead was black and shiny, the surrounding lights were brilliant, the thunder rumbled . . .

The brakes failed. We were entering an intersection with a wide boulevard. A white hotel beyond, shimmering, its fascade lighted. Cocoanut palms shaking fiercely in the wind.

A lightning strike. The earth exploding.

Static electricity in the air, could taste it. Hair standing on end.

Driver’s side broadsided.

Spun. Rearended.

they took turns painting the picture

Jess said she was the passenger she hadnt wanted to out in the weather she was frightened

Ysabel said You know what a baby she can be. I was driving.

I went because she taunted me.

What taunt made you go

She was going to pick you up at the airport. If I didn’t come with she was going to take you to a motel, not bring you back directly. I was anxious to see you too. You’d been away for a bit.

Aw Jess Youre sweet

Jess nodded

              And it’s a reoccurring dream.

A reoccurring dream. said Ysabel Jess is thrown from the car. I'm trapped. Then I’m outside my body, in the dark, watching people work on me. I’m in a hospital bed. In a coma.

That’s where our dream splits, branches off. But I can see Ysabel in the dark. A kind of pale nightlight aura around her head. I see her in her hospital bed. In a coma.

And I can see Jess undergo surgery after surgery to repair her legs. Learning to walk again. The whole time I’m telling her she can do it, she can do it. You’ll walk again, Jess, you’ll walk again.

And me telling Issy, she’ll wake up, she’ll wake all the way, be all the way back to us. Like we’re peeking at each other through a hole in a wall, separated by a black wall.

A gelatinous black wall.

Yes. A jelly wall. 

at the same time they say  Which melts slowly, grotesquely, growing opaque, then releases us.

Then you wake up

I awake with a start said Issy

I wake slowly said Jess  Like a movie’s ended, the credits are supposed to roll, but they never come up on the screen. Quiet. So very quiet. If it weren’t for the dream’s content I’d say I was waking peaceful; but of course I’m not.

We didn’t know until today that we were having the same dream. The same, reoccurring dream.

Well I know you often both look to me for inputif not a possible solution But youve tied my nuts in a knot  

Youah wanna  untie them

they laughed 

              Ysabel said You understand your solution to most everything is sex.

Yes Yes  It takes you out of one moment heats youexhausts you an eyes closed recovering you drift intothrough earlier moments an in that ethereal statetranscendent state you can see into the dark  knots loosen an you can work themuntie them

You’re so full of shit said Jess Ysabel nodded

Im not Having sex with you takes me to exactly where I described You think I fuck you only for the pleasure it gives me

Try it You might like it

And if it doesn’t?

Get a bite to eat Recover  Try again

Issy asked You ever think you’re a sex addict?

Were all addickted to somethingby the way thats spelled a-d-d-i-c-k-t-e-d dick-ted I think you like my dick Cuz I love your pussies

they laughed

               Oh, he loves us!

I do  I do I do

Jess looked at Ysabel I think it’s worth a shot; we ain’t got nothing to lose.

Then you can play with his ass.

I thought you liked playing with his ass.

I do. A change-up. New perspective. Who knows? I never thought Joe was that deep . .

. . I possess unplumbed depth 

Its just that I find myself addickted to plumbing your depths

One day Im going to fuck you both to unconsciousness

But now I wonder if you wouldnt have your reoccurring dreamhuh

Ive never heard of two people sharing a dream let alone a reoccurring dream

We should fuck

2237, Saturday,  26  1. 19

1144,  Thursday,  25  4. 19

Baby, it’s cold outside  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MFJ7ie_yGU