17.5.24

No its not Sorry judge got your head up your ass
                                                     noisily he turned the page of the newspaper
his wife asked Are you going to say?

he halved the paper forward so he could see her over it
                                                            Im sorry excuse me I didnt hear you whadid you say

I asked if you were going to say why the judge has his head up his ass.

not their usual breakfast table conversation they finished eating did the dishes were sipping coffee reading the morning papers

Hes an asshole

The judge?

Yah
     An Indiana judge ruled tha tacos an burritos are sandwiches    Theyre not

I could see where they migh . .
. . NO
       I apologise baby   No

Why so vehement?

exasperated Puhlease
                       Wanna search your memorybanks
For what?

Don get curt with me

You’re sounding a little peeved yoursel . .
. . Because the judge is an asshol . .
. . Why? Just tell me spit it out you drive me nuts sometimes.

Youve always come back for more

Don’t flatter yoursel . .
. . OH  Im flattering myself
                             When I explain youll be eatin crow me something else
Got your ears

miffed  I’m listening.

Got your attention

Pressin’ your lucky buddy.

Good
      Got ya warmed up heated up
Anthen some.

Steamin

   Would you just say?

Oh Definitely steaming   Suhweet
Burritos

Definitely not tacos

Arent sandwiches

   I told you years ago we were courtin . .
. . You were.
We wereIF
             IF God didnt mean pussy to be eaten
Oh God.

   He woudnt have made em to look like tacos
Youve never complained

   No.

So put your coffee down lets more this show into the bedroom or have it right here on the kitchen table
No. We eat off it. 
Yah we do lose the panties

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didnt listen to himself
                         Trouble with a capital T whenever he defied himself

   Whawere you thinkin
Back off
         If I needya Ill let ya know  sighed   Happened a long time ago



   he told his daughter he lived vicariously through her
                                                           Your life your travels diving your time at sea it dwarfing mine  I love tha about you   Im envious  Congratulations
                                                         I know its not been easy
Really Papa?

Comon
         Don gimme an incredulous puss   Im tellinya

I’m confused.
                  What . . . . what went wrong?

he smiled Your mother
                          I mean it in the best possible light I didnt see her coming
Didnt imagine a woman of her caliber woud be attracted to me
                                                                   Thought I always had tha going for me

How could she not?
                      Your bright, handsome . . .
he interrupted her vigorously duground in his pockets with both hands

she chuckled
                  Whatever are you doing?

he smiled
              Thought I had some loose change folded paper money chumpchange  Left it in the car
For what?

To tip you

Jesus Papa, are you ever serious?

   Eventually  After the humour passes   Its my default
                                                             Ive suffered too many reversalslosses to take myself seriously
Then like right now  Im forced
Case in point

Case being?

Keep moving One foot ahead of the other
                                                Forward Don look back

That’s how you live your lif . .
. . Now
           Too late

How?  Can you explain?

Yah
      If you stay in one place long enough you create   space spaces   that trigger memories   Then when you pass theminhabit them  the space is enveloped in memory Captive   Imprisone . .
. . Prisoner?

   Yes  Precisely
                     When you keep moving ya limit things  triggers
Memories ought to happen on their own accord  Not enshrined by physical locations

Longer you spend anywhere . .
. . Isn’t there comfort in that?

Isnt there discomfort


Yes.

Yah
      Id say what triggers you when you return home  is home  Lived here eighteen years before you went off to school

Home  Here
               Does not provide you good memories  does it

   No.

Keep moving

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