he and his wife were involved parents

honestly she was involved

                              he was muscle

she had been her high school senior class president

he hadnt a clue who class president was in any of his four years

their daughterstheir eldest was Student Body president her senior year had been class president the three preceding years their other daughter was class VP first three years also senior class president like her mother 

                                                                                                          he was muscle

but he was involved up to his eyeballs they needed a damn thing he was on it

his parents werent

his wifes parents werent

as a matter of fact throughout high school his parents never attended a soccer basketball baseball game he played in

they didthey did however  attend his freshman year first band concert when he had to play a fifteen–measure solo to open the performance on a baritone sax six weeks after picking it up for the first time

                                                                                          it was their first and only showing couldnt help but wonder if they hadnt expected him to fall on his face

he rationalised their four-year absences because he was the eldest of seven first four in four years took some breathers thereafter

           and because their hands were full when their hands werent full he was obligated but because their hands were full he respected the demands upon them

they did not interfere with his athletics could suppose that was the trade-off

he was good with it

when family growingup rather was open discussion he discovered he was an exception his wife was an exception

perhaps that was part of their solace and attraction also their ribald sex

he didnt feel the need to defend his parents

water under the bridge

he explained simply described it akin to juggling his parents were juggling seven children

                                                                                               When I was taken out of the mix I was one less ball to juggle one less egg to fry  there were rarely few who picked up on one less ball one less testicle to juggle

                  his wife would smile sweetly subtly shake her head

 

Suntime,  Saturday,  2  4. 22

1414,  Sunday,  3  4. 22

Fifth Dimension  One Less Bell to Answer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBrbu7PvMU0

he asked Moby what time it was

guy always had his iPhone on him

they were sitting in deepseated resin lawnchairs with arms in Mobys backyard  he began contorting to get his hand into his front pocket for the phone

NAH never mind

Moby quit wrestling

                     but while Moby had he imagined a constricting boa wrappedround his arm and torso Wha time would you guess

Suntime.

     Suntime

               Dig it  From here on out whenever I don know wha time it is during the day Im labeling it Suntime

Really?

I am Yamay have a streak of genius  An I mean like it streaks naked on rare occasions

he tilted his head like a dog like one of those dogs on the poster where dogs are playing poker

                                                                                                    You mean it? It’s like a complimentyou’re not quick with compliments.

Anyer not quick 

                 Yes  I meant it as a compliment

Moby tilted his head to the other side

he almost leaned across the table to scratch him behind the ear

                                                                      almost

he asked what time it was because whenever they got together got high had beers something untoward or remarkable presented

           like going to Church and suddenly Christ gets down off the crucifixcan hear his hands and feet POP then drops down behind the celebrant groans a little He stretches He rotates his shoulders turns his hips leans from the waist to touch his toes while Hes down there He looks at his wounded feet and hands shakes his head  wonders if it was worth it 

              then all stretched outwarmed up He dismounts the altar begins running laps round inside the church a stille omgang  silent circumambulation counting laps He raps on the confessional doors the priests and penitents as he goes by

You were saying

I was saying?

About dinner last evening with your Matchdotcom date

She has a name.

Which you need to remember Im good with Matchdotcom  You ate where

She picked the place.

She always picks the place

A burger place.

Lotsa burger places in town More Mexican though

I think it was called Village Burger, on Santa Rosa heading out of town by the college.

Good burger

Yes ohmy, I had an elk burger. They have a variety of burgers, random meats.

Random meats

Yes elk, as I said, there’s also bison, boar, ostrich, salmon . . lamb, turkey . random meats.

Cannibal burger

Cannibal burger?

Roadkill burger

Roadkill burger?

Arya just gonna repeat me yasaid random meats  I was being randomthinking of readily availableaccessible meats squirrel possum coon deer he broke out into song Some cats and rats and elephants but as sure as you were born the loveliest of all was the unicorn  Irish Rovers 

                                                like throwing a stick yelling FETCH but holding a meaty bone in the other hand  Moby was stuck in limbo

aww perplexed lil dog   Jiminy Crickets

                                            Was riffin on random meats

Are you being serious?I never know if you’re serious or not.

If we didnt have to wait on FDA approval Id eat  anything

Are you being serious or not?

Are you high

Yes . . I am

Im getting there 

Suntime,  Saturday,  2  4. 22

1306,  Sunday,  3  4. 22

Irish Rovers  The Unicorn  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfhZ4rw6R4g

he worriedworried

                    What shall we do what shall we do the pots dry the ink run out he was frantic  despairing

then as was his deliberate fortune he woke his hypnopompic state turned tail and ran like hell it was only in his dreams that despair occurred to him aneven then  rarely

pots dry inks run out 

what was he going to write

what story did he have to tell

whats a storyteller without a story

whell shit fell into his lap 

Robin Dunbars off base

why religion persists

                      hed ask why myths conspiracy theories and gossip persist they are titillating to be sure antinomian religions provide the dispensation of grace that in which only faith is necessary and mankinds moral law what is right or wrong is of no use or obligation to the religious one fuckin huge fig leaf

he believed Dunbar generalised

                                  “There are at least two reasons why religions persist. One is the fact that, on average, religious people are generally happier, healthier and liver longer. For better or worse, they also have easier deaths when the time comes. Awwyaah YHWH HORSESHIT The other is that religious people are more likely to feel they belong to a community.” 

              cliques he remembered high school people falling over themselves to belong made him nauseous Groucho Marx his priest I wouldn’t want to belong to a club that would have me as a member.  give that man a cigar  hed keep one for himself

to be fair he was a reincarnated mountain man

at long last here we go againhe smiled giddily “A way a lone a last a loved a long the end of Joyces Finnegans Wake beginning of it riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by commodious vicus or recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”

            Dunbar concludes “Thus, you could no more have a world where religion was cast aside as superstition than you could have one without science and stories.”

Anglicanism its last known sin-eater was Richard Munslow who died in 1906 aged 73

sin-eater

         ifya don know look it up

he could lead a horse to water but the horse was welcome to drink or not  NOT his job

middle of the night,  Sunday,  3  4. 22

1144,  Sunday

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