24.2.21

 

a friend shared a cigar with him My Father  he wasnt familiar with it but his friend had good taste last time they smoked together was on Morro Bays Embarcadero  they enjoyed Fuentes Hemingway Short Storys which have been his favourite cigar for years

his friend treated him not knowing that

as chance would have it they werent going to be able to smoke and talk so he left him with a cigar 
                                                                                                        Smoke it, write a story as you do.

Awright Yawanna a cameo appearance in it

Yeah, that would be fun, that’d be alright with me.

Awright What do you want your character called like a stage nameHA a porn name  Python

he looked at him as if suddenly he didnt speak Englishdidnt understand him

An alias nom de plumedespite not writing

I  don’t  know.

Think on it Shoot me a text when you have decided on one

I can do that.

Good Because I wont enjoy the cigar until I have a name yare okay appearing under

Okay. I can do that.

Good 
       they embraced said goodbye  they saw each other pell-mell  infrequently

 

he texted  :  :  One night in Guadalajara

  :  :  Awright  And what is the name of this character in Mexico?

  :  :  Boyfriend in Tights

  :  :  You’re killing me, man, killing me

OUTSIDE THE BOX

  :  :  On the road more travelled . . . memoirs of a drug addicted white whore

  :  :  Drug-addled white whore  I can work with that – providing a reason why your ears are big – good handholds

  :  :  Cheap Mickey Spurline highway murdered my mother with all

  :  :  With all . . . . what?



  :  :  The best intentions 
                            he must be fucked up popped a handful of edibles it had been a couple of hours after they separated

  :  :  Sketchy shit to work with, man 

I’ll try

  :  :  Tired now

the fuck tired by wha

he texted immediately  :  :  That was supposed to be Mickey Spillane’s Secret Lover’s Passion. Now a major motion picture starring Mickey Spillane as Mickey.

fuck closest thing he could recall from his library of Spillanes paperbacks was The Body Lovers it was never made into a film

definitely stoned

he texted again  :  :  Get on with the story.

 

wellfuck that was an exercise in futility 
                                           all he wanted was a freakin alias anhow nice to be able to choose your own alias not a nickname  but an alias

Spillane Mike Hammer

Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes or The Coming of Fairies 
                                                                   Doyle after his son Raymonds death in the First World War was attracted to spiritualism and the occult a bereaved father his sons violent death pursuing closure anytime someone tried to peddle closure to him he had to stand up and walk away so he didnt damage them the fairy photographs were taken by a working-class family in rural Yorkshire  shared with Doyle by a Theosophist friend a friend like that one didnt need enemies

he was familiar with the esoteric  Theosophists Madame Helena Blavatsky familiar with their ancient secretive brotherhood of spiritual adepts known as The Masters at least they had the good sense to assume a handle unlike his buddy Christ Throw me a freakin bone!  he met and befriended a gentleman who was once head librarian at the Henry S. Olcott Memorial Library in Wheaton Illinois which housed and catalogued thousands of Theosophy texts

Wayne insisted the system wasnt a religion rather it preached the existence of a single divine Absolute  it promoted an emanationist cosmology in which the universe is perceived as outward reflections from this Absolute

Yaknow buddy Stop right there

What? Wayne was latherednear panting

Sounds like religion

It isn’t.

If it looks like a duck swims like a duck quacks like a duck

It isn’t.

It quacks


You don’t want to hear, your mind closes he snapped his fingers just like that

No Ive read some tracts read Madame Blavatsky The Masters  Ducks  To each his own man I can only imagine that working in such an environment itd rub off on youyoud absorb it how could you not Yasaid you worked there nearly seven years Words like water eventually finds their way in

I still remember things from catechism things I can regurgitate which I learned kneeling on a broom handle

 

 

  :  :  Get on with the story . . .


he thought he had 

 

he fired up the My Father almost triggered a prayer  who art in Heaven creamy taste  light  a 52ring Robusto

he hadnt had a cigar in shy of a yearNo two years his daughter brought him a Cuban she had bought while overseas  it was only the second Cuban he had ever smoked
the first was at a stag party  
                              not a place for him to be to be tempted by an attractive voluptuous stripper the best man pulled out all stops anted-up big time

he wandered to the back of the room out of harms way 
                                                        as a matter of fact he called her Harm when during a break after a couple of dances she approached him

she provocatively took the cigar from between his fingers all eyes and smiles and sinuous 
                                                                                               You mind if I have a puff?
Help yourself its Cuban so you know

she held it to her rubycoloured lips briefly kissed the end of it then parted her lips held it between her white teeth then placed her lips around it and sucked in a puff

exhaling  Hmm. My, this is good.  I don’t usually smoke cigars. 
                                                                    she helped herself to another toke exhaled it through pursed lips 
             looked like a volcano whispering

she lightly licked her top lip

the natives were getting restless

odds were in their favour

I believe your fans need of your attention

You’re not a fan.

I didnt say that 
                 I am good however of avoiding temptation

You’re tempted?

I said I was good at avoiding temptation

I can’t put words in your mouth, huh? 
                                        she rolled the cigar deftly between her fingers
No

Hmm. Not even if I said I’ve named my left breast  Words she giggled like a little girl

he could hear the smoke seep out of the cigar that was something


Yare cute

Cute? Really?  I’m beautiful.

You are Better beat ityare givin me ideas

she smiled like a wolf took a long pull on the cigar

he couldnt say he ever saw a cigar smoked so seductively

Lemme say this . .
. . Please.

Lemme say to your satisfactionIm sure  Yare killin me

Harm smiledhanding the cigar back to him

he tugged on it a couplethree of times before she let go

he moved in his pants

Good. she murmured 
                       as she turned to walk back to the natives Harm looked quickly over her shoulder  the softened lighting pickeduphighlighted the auburnreddish streaks in her hair That makes two of us.

Manohman she was definitely killin him 


he cleared his throat spoke loudly after her Ill let my wife know you said

she didnt turn back but laughed uproarious the peels shaking her head

 

she slayed the room

very agile

supple

Harms way was the best he ever laid eyes on 






Hmm never did come up with a characters name

My Father was a tasty cigar 
                               he was terribly pleased it refreshed a long ago memory

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