hmm  as he walked up the hillthe paved drive to his house what was it that he thought he would remember what was it that he thought that he would remember whawas it he thought hed remember . . 

                                                                                        an incantation abracadabra mantra but finding that saying it over and over again wasnt bringing him closer to Eureka! The Promised Land a land he promised himself he would rememberthought hed remember before he left the crowded grocerystore parking lot before burying his nose in a book as he walked home

he came out through the automatic sliding glass doorsautomatically stripping the quarantine mask from his face a breath of smokecrowded yelloworange air a graying man wearing a braided ponytail closing his pickups doorso many pickup trucks in the parking lot not work trucks big obscene gas-guzzlers that made some kind of statement he still hadnt heard it though he listened about the person who drove it 

maybe what it was that he thought he would remember occurred to him inside the store

the cashier

           cropped curlyblonde hair dyed it didnt match their complexion fine dark arched eyebrows wideset big eyes fine facial bones feminine he nearly said Hey, baby but on their flat chest their nametag read Justin

he didnt call Justin Baby

Hows it going man

I’m beat.

Have the Holiday yesterday

I didn’t.

Too bad If its any consolation its hundredaneight degrees outside

It is, isn’t it?  Justin sounded like a wicked female Red Queen Queen of Hearts Mirror mirror on the wall

                                                                                                             Justin was very fair an attractive young man who probably wouldnt have minded if he slipped up and called him Baby

It is  Air at home

I play like Im living in Death Valley. Run out to the car, Air. Run into the house, Air’s going. This flower melts in the heat.

he smiled broadly under his black mask was he flirting

Justin smiled under his babyblue mask

they rattled on about this and that and that and this and concluding their transaction Justin said  See you again, Honey did he ask a question

Be cool

a buxom chica in a spaghetti-strapped black top was kneeling in the aisle eyeballing canned goods  he couldnt-help-but-eyeball her themed tats flowers vines serpents that wound over her shoulders down into the chasm of her cleavage

she looked up at him over her mask

                                       bandito

he wasnt going to act like he wasnt looking not from his vantage point

                                                                          Just at the bank and I asked the teller if other customers had said out loud how uncomfortable it was entering a bank wearing a mask

her eyes squinted she hear him right she laughed boisterously  entertained

Yare tattoos insane  Whats admission to see the works

her laughter went boisterous-squared

                                        Honey, if you gotta ask, you cant afford it.

Touche Its fantastic 

Thank you.

Honey

Was that it

Nobody called him Honey

Was Honey what he thought that he would remember

                                                                  Fuck it Whynot

nearly 1500-ish,  Thursday,  10  9. 20

Black Sabbath  Fairies Wear Boots  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXqMkqeFQwA

he was stoned

he had to take a leak

he got up out of his chair on the patio excused himself  Be back  and walked to the coffee shops front door

a gal came up the steps to his left

he held the door open for her and followed her in

sometimes it pays to be a gentleman
                                        he hadnt seen short shorts on a girl since college who could pull them off as this gal was  she pulled them off exquisitely  call em cups apples  crescents JesusChrist    exquisite

he drafted in off her an didnt take his eyes off her ass for a moment one has to appreciaterelish rare perfection a sublime feat of Nature if someone saw him watchinggot a bug up their ass TOO FUCKIN BAD
                                                                                                        Man oh man
                                   

he veered right to the restroom and crossed himself that she might be a kind of girl who ordered chemical coffee  espresso shots steamed foam flavouring cold whipped cream  something obscene

                                                                                     cuz she fit Obscenes bill to a T   

now was truly no time to be handling his cock
                                                Yasee that?
Yah  I saw  you saw

I got hijacked, testosterone, your beating heart goad me. Oohbrother, I got ideas, turgid ideas.

Feel ya man

Ya be gentle with me. No extra shakes or tugs when you finish up, I could be distracting; squeezing one off in a coffee shop restroom ain’t cool even if no one would know. I’ll leak in your shorts, be a sticky mess.

Ill be gentle I wanna get the hell outa here in a heartbeat Hopefully I dont miss her

Gentle. Gentle. Damn, she heated us up.

as he buttoned up his Levi 501s he laughed gutturallychin tucked down into his chest Well bust my buttons No  Not really
       he couldnt begin to say how grateful his was for his 501s

he had buddies come out of the John and forget to zip their flies 

never never happens to a cat who wears button flies 
                                                      although this afternoon in his haste he had to open them again twice because first two buttons came undonedone feebly the second time one came undone

he scolded his pants Ya kiddin me Stay closed he was burning valuable time there had been only one customer ahead of her

hands washed hot water papertoweled EXIT

                                                     Ohmy! his cock said That girl got an ass or that girl got an ass?

chemical coffee

We ought to pickup her tab. She’s still messin with her purse. Be a gent.

Be a creep

Sometimes a creep. Sometimes a gent. Coin toss.
                                                   She might recognise you're stoned. Or you could say your stoned, but stoned she’s still the best thing you’ve walked up behind in years.

Honestys the best policy

Honesty’s your best play.
                           You’d be flattering, an how many women aren’t pleased by straight-laced Just-the-facts-Ma’am honesty.
                   Besides . . .

You really going there

Damn right; I could use a little action, rather than us jacking off to her later tonight.  Look at that ass, man, that sweet slice, that’d fit nicely our hands.

Our hands
            Becoming a little possessive arent ya

Fuckno. Gimme some action, A-C-T-I-O-N, A-C-T-I-O-N, A-C-T-I-O-N; what’s that spell?

You fuckin kiddin mewe back in high school high school cheers

I ain’t kiddin’.
               How many cheerleaders did we go round with? Pleated skirts up. Coloured uniform panties. Apples, baby, they were the apples of our eyes.

he was gent
             If I may please Id like to buy your drink I maybe stoned but I aint so stoned that I cant appreciate how goodlookin you were coming in an now face-to-face before leaving

You’re sweet.

If you knew me youd know I aint

Hmm. That’s actually . . kind of enticing.

Aim to please

1600-ish,  Day-between-Two-Ts.  9  9. 20

J.Geils Band  Centerfold  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqDjMZKf-wg