4.8.21


a pimp on a bike
                   if he hadnt overheard him as he crossed near the bus stop late teensearly twenties Jewfro pasty white he wouldnt ever have imagined the words that came out of his mouth

it riled him made him stop made him take a paper ticket that held a library book for him from between its pages and scribble So, man, you want to make money, or you want to spend it on sex? 
                                                                                Jewfro was asking a nondescript homeless man bundled in a military surplus khaki jacket black baseball cap yanked down over his face clutching a backpack over his right shoulder  the two about the same height fiveseven fiveeight
                                                                         neither impressive
which made the job offer or comehither appear so absurb 


after writing it down he started walking again

fingering the ticket he read it over and over again to see if he possibly misconstrued the sentence

it confirmed he read it right

he returned the ticket to the book inside the canvasbag slung over his shoulder

after the library he was heading over to the market for a few items

 


So, man, you want to make money, or you want to spend it on sex?
                                                                       maybe not a pimp maybe a solicitation maybe something else he heard it out of context given all the descriptors for genders  It's complicated.  it was complicated when it was only boys and girls heterosexuals homos-lesbians he couldnt definitively say what he overheard


when he returnedinside twenty minutes passing the bus stop he saw that the bike was chained to and behind one of three darkgreen steel benches bolt-anchored to the pavement

a creek ran through town

the bus stop wasnt fifty metres off

crossing the street approaching the bridge that creekside was undeveloped for a halfmile east a dirt shoulder two-lane road ran bedside it

it reminded him slightly of the forest preserves running to either side of the Des Plaines River when he was a kid

he did some crazy shit in those woods
 
after 1401,  Twosday,  3  8. 21
1209,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  4  8. 21


Oh, excuse me.  he quickly shut the door and pondered a way he might cleanse his eyeballs and brain short of plucking out his eyes and having a frontal lobotomy performed on him
                                                                 Jeffie Clark & Drumpf in a 69clinch on the White House carpet gobbling each other up

2029,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  4  8. 21

 

Economist Paul Krugman points at Floridas FREEDOM to be unvaccinated or Im an ENTITLED WHITE CHRISTIAN MAN in the face of an evolved Delta variant of Trump virus  

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/08/02/opinion/Covid-Florida-vaccines.html

2119,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  4  8. 21


he walked up on himhe ran fifteentwenty minutes late 

he supposed hed find him leaning over his cellphone
he was
       he was oblivious to his surroundingdidnt even hear his approach on the steps to the wood patio outside the coffeeshop 
he sighed Dick  Addict 
                          Wha are ya doin
he startled JESUS . . man, you got to sneak up on me?

I didnt sneak
              Ya couldnt hear me over your fixation with that in your handyour studied hemming and hawing  Whas up

I’m pondering this new dating app.

New Yare on two yah

Yeah. But I’m trying this one out too.

Twos a party threes a crowd no

Give me some space, would you? I’m new to this stuff, learning as I go.
                                                                          You ought to get on one so you’re not critical of me, speaking from ignorance – as you so often accuse me.

As yaknow technically impossible An evenif I could I wouldnt Thereby I am deliberately happily ignorant Ya don look so happy

That’s because I’m still learning the rop . .
. . Suffering its learning curve  Looks like it hurts
                                                           Coffee
It’s my turn.

Nah Im late Let me treat you lover

he looked desperately around the patio 
                                         Would you quit that shit?

Yawanna cup of coffee or not

he grimaced Yes. Please.

The usual A tasty shot of hazelnut syrup for my sweet

eyeballs bulged  FUCK. Yes.

One or two fingers

She knows, they know what we drink.

Yah Were boring

Speak for yourself.

Yah Corrected
               Yare enthusiastically boring  Ill be back anthen you can explain wha the hitch in your gittyup is 


inside he ordered The usual
                              Laconia smiled  she was Cambodian  which meant her smile was luminous against her brown skin  they took coffee there for her smilefor her husbands feigned surliness and that their shop was across from the treed grassy mall before the onehunred year old City Hall 




Ya get that knocked out
                         he set the papered coffee cup down on the yellow metal café table beside him  Kanpai

he took the coffee raised it
                             Kanpai 

they sipped 


So whas the hangup

Age.

Whas the hangup

You deaf.

Carry on  I expect ya know wha ages interest ya

I gotta choose in ten-year increments; forty to fifty, fifty to sixt . . 
. . Cant enter thirtyfive fortyfive fortyfive fiftyfive

No. The app only allows decades.

Why not disregard the app an in yer info deliberations write Legal an Alive cadavers need not apply 
                                                                                                         Although on second thought  don negateprejudice cadavers  lubbedup juicedup theyd be willing participants given their arrested state 


You’re sick.

Dude be brilliant astonishing  a lightbulb freakinlightning   
                                                                Gauche is a matter of taste
 
very possibly 1601,  Thursday,  22  7. 21
1415,  Twosday,  3  8. 21