he met a girl in a restaurant

it was his first night bussing tables

she worked as the cashier and a hostess

it was Halloween night

management encouraged staff to dress up

she dressed as a black cat

ballet slippers tights leotard teased her hair into ears she did the whiskers across her cheeks with eyeliner

she was the best-looking pussy he ever laid eyes on

she looked like a really nice girl

he wasnt nice

he ignored her

later that evening sidestepping each other frequently she approached him and introduced herself

they shook hands

someone taught her how to shake hands   

she was  a really nice girl

he decided then itd be best he stayed wide of her

he was content to place her on a pedestal and enjoy her from afar

she trained as a server 

better money off tips

they were constantly thrown ad hoc into diningrooms

she decided to form up a group of stellar servers and they approached him about bussing exclusively for them

they tipped him equal-share

her initiative created quite the stir in the company

other servers were disgruntled because none of the other bussers turned tables like him or were as attentive to their customers

their clique ran like that through Thanksgiving flushed with cash

management disbanded them before Christmas bowing to bitchy servers

 

New Years Eve approached

he knew her better

he decided to take her down from the pedestal he placed her on and asked her to see him New Years Eve

See you? How do you mean see you?

See me

You mean . . like be your date . New Years Eve?

Yah Yah   Be my date

                          A bunch of usas you know are heading over to Crandon to celebrate  bonfire  wine  stay out greet the sun when it rises

So, be your date? 

                   Like you and me and me an you?

Yah  Im hoping you hadnt made other plans  still a little better than two weeks off You hadnthad you

No.  No. But what if something better comes along, you’ve been . . in demand . tentatively accepting . you may . . or may not make it.

Baby  aint nothing better could happen to me than you going as my date to Crandon on New Years Eve

 

27 New Years later

                                                                                              2353,  Thursday,  24  9. 20 

Mes couilles

 

his educationhis learning   his learning  was made up for its best part by smatterings of knowledge that drifted down on him like lazy snowflakes and ashes  revealed randomly as he read the knowledge which he soughthunted and pecked  sometimes exasperating  yet he pursued and eventually found the answersinformed the questions that piqued him as opposed to questions forced on him by teachers

he didnt relate well with teachers

                                    there was something about them that irked him he felt they were dishonest at a base level  and as he grew older answered his questions he discovered words like pedagogy indoctrination  curriculum

obviously he would not be a good student 

                                            but maybe they thought he make decent cannon fodder later for a government that drafted young men who either couldnt afford student deferment or had been stupid enough to listen to their fathers and uncles who served in the Second World War who listened to false equivalences who listened to words like honor loyalty  patriotism 

                     who had been indoctrinated

he could only assume they hadnt read Hemingway I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorious, and sacrifice . .

so he kept his course 

he was in the governments words a draft dodger 

                                                     he wrote postcards to his parents as he traveled the country with thousands of dollars he saved since he was a boy cutting lawns raking leaves  shoveling snow 

                                                                                                      in those days money fell from the sky or grew up out of the ground if one sought to work hard  develop an ethic  he was a junkie for physical labour paid to exercise 

         he signed postcards to his worried parents DDT draft dodger terminally  they worried about him more than when he was a boy

What, me worry? he didnt read MAD he had to be thick not to be caught up on common nomenclature and spurious fads

 

threefour days back another genuine snowflake lazily drifted and fell into his lap 

                                                                                     Renoir was reputed to have said when asked if he painted from his head or his heart Non, mes coquilles (my balls)

he always had an affection for Renoirs work 

                                                apparently they shared convictions granularly  Mes coquilles   it was how he thought lived and wrote

1124,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  16  9. 20

1209,  Thursday,  24  9. 20  

Beatles  Nowhere Man  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8scSwaKbE64 

Hemingway  https://bookhaven.stanford.edu/2017/12/hemingway-on-war-i-was-always-embarrassed-by-the-words-sacred-glorious-and-sacrifice/

he nearly blew beer out through his nostrils

                                              yah suds tickled his brain almost made him sneeze

Yafuckin tryin to kill me

It wasn’t that fun . . 

. . Not funny a fuckin scream Man yaought take your show on the road That was hilarious

You’re laughing at me his eyes crowded with discomfortdiscontent

Get over yourself Yare fuckedeveryones fucked if we cant laugh at ourselves we get to a point where we cant find humour in our humanness 

                             Fuckin take it out back an kill yourself  End it all

THAT was hilarious

Pitchperfect delivery 

Honest 

         An honesty connects

So, you’re saying you weren’t laughing . not truly . . at me?

Ohfuckno I was laughing at you  

                                   That was delicious 

I want you to appreciate it as well

 

If it was you . . 

. . If it was me Id be on the floor cryinlaughin at myself 

                                                          Although I havent the innocenceall gone to deliver such a line

I’m so upset . . I don’t know what I said now

Good thing he set his beer down and hadntr taken another sip it would have exited out the top of his head like a whales blowhole 

          OoohMan Stop  Yare killin me   Yadon remember

Honestly tears almost creeping into his eyes

Shit  Well  let me remind youweve gotta work on your memorystart makin shit stick to the walls like black tar

Yareally dont recall

he ran his eyes left and right  scrutinised 

                                             No. I truly, truly don’t remember.

he wanted to exhale a hiss like a snake ready to strike  but he obviously was struggling  Awright  Hint  cellar door

Cellar door?

Phonaesthetics

What?

Cacophony  Euphony  Discordant  Harmony

Oh yeah, I recall you saying.

Good  Hint  Cellar door  cellophane floor  cute cunt  Im really leading you with cute cunt

the light went out in his eyes

he turned them out

he wasnt playing the game

nobody home  quit knockingnobodys home

 

Cute cunt summons nothingnada

No. he sighed

Im the one that ought to be sighing Im working like a muthafucker

I’m sorry. Your hints mean nothing. What could I possibly have said that made you veer so drastically . phonaesthetics

That stuck

That stuck because you said ithave said it.

Yadon listen to yourself

What? Excuse me?

When you speak yadon listen to what youre saying

 

No! We were casually talking.  You know I have trouble retain . .                                                                 . . Retainin what Im sayinaint the same as you rememberin what you said

he literally threw his arms up in the sky  I SURRENDER! I GIVE UP!

Sorry bro

Cellophane floor  Cute cunt  

                               You said you were a pornographic virgin

 

1209,  Reggae Friday,  14  8. 20

1043,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  23  9. 20