World Famous Fish Tacos
quite
a tout up in lights
Spencer
Mackenzies World Famous Fish Taco
he
imagined the words emblazoned at night in pulsating colored neon
what
colours he couldnt imagine
No
his imagination skillfully escaped coloured fish tacos
he hadnt even hear of the Competition
it
had to be fierce
though to be fair
he wasnt the kind to have his finger on the carotid arterys pulse of
popular culture
on occasion on-line he dropped in to see who qualified as
Americas Top Celebrities
most recently he couldnt resist he viewed The Top 50 Celebrities
who might as
well have been the top fifty celibates
for all he knew
and he didnt know many
thought hed fare an iota better
than he did
he knew one
out of fifty
2%
once upon a time he took a
required college placement test
though
he wasnt going to college or junior college
he
had school up to his eyeballs
and
needed to breathe fresh blue air and crack smash this veneer he had thrown in
front of his face for as long as hed been alive
My Kind of Town
Sinatra didnt live in it did he
World Famous Fish
Tacos
self described
there was no telling what his
high school counselors were up to
he attended only briefly
any mandatory scheduled session
typically at the beginning of every
year of high school
and Senior Year before the televised Military Draft
proceedings
which
draft young mens birthdays to determine who was to fill the Militarys quota
which remarkably was eerily reminiscent of
a required reading for English Class of The Lottery
written in ’48
a short story by Shirley Jackson first published in The New Yorker
so what was the Why
to
him reading it in ’70 when his parents
read it and it was deemed legitimate for
them
they were two separate Generations
he had appreciation for the Common
Thread which sought to bind them their Generations
but every Generation realistically was unto Themselves
rather he saw it a ridiculous game of Leap Frog
the difference between what he
was in the midst of and The Lottery was one died stoned in Service
you died In-Country
in Nam
numbed in Nam
he knew he wasnt going anywhere
near that bullshit
walked
too many miles delivering papers reading the horseshit politicians plied
if they wanted they could line up and suck his cock
but
no amount of Patriotic squeeze would have him enter that sleazy State of
Affairs
and so it was his Senior
Year
despite
no intentions of attending Higher Education
or draft-dodging
that
he submitted to their Test
he applied himself the
level-best he could
very psychological
thereby very subjective
then he had to return yet again
to the counselors office for its Results
when
the fill-in-the-bubble answer form was magically tabulated
what kind of machine was that?
and all in all
all
it did was confirm what he already knew
Biology
Architecture
neck-in-neck
Mathematics abstract
not reasoned like Geometry
Whatever you do
do
not be seduced by the money or the ploy of Sales his counselor said
Ive never
seen anyone conclude such a test with a single-digit percentage
Not in all the years that Ive been
a high school counselor
which in itself was a statement
she was silver-haired
coiffed
by an undertaker
older
than Christs dog
Take a good look young man
literally
her eyeballs bulged with incredulity
3%
3%
your
aptitude for Sales is a hellacious 3%
he smiled
then
immediately recognised she might misunderstand his smile
Actually
that 3% is a matter of common
sense
I
couldnt be in Sales
Im
not a liar
it was a curt ending to an abrupt
meeting
Very well she said
Yup he said
your test seems worth its salt
suddenly all these years later
he bested his single-digit 3%
Best
justifying
a 2% against his common sense
these offshoots considerations
returned him
begrudgingly to Mackenzies World Famous Fish Tacos
no one or any business should be allowed to profess their exuberance
talents
self-aggrandizement should be nixed
not The Worlds Best not World-Renown
or Im
sexy Im hot
No these are the terminologies left to the consumers admirers
the
others who legitimately accede
announce or bestow
these self-aggrandizements are as
bad as someone who refer to themselves in the third-person
when he heard those voices he wanted
to indelicately shove an anal thermometer up their asses
they had to be feverish
couldnt
be trusted to hold a thermometer under their tongues
a mouthful of broken glass slivers
and mercury is something to save someone who is deluded
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