(( yah . . . I got a mother ))

He lost his acclimation 

it slipped   went right out the window

but a month would do that to anyone                                  

                                                             in that mean time

his argument for its repair was tepidly observed 

 

the machine  its heating element failed

Cub Scouts 101    but there wasnt a backup  a redundant system  unlike a Cub Scout was instructed

every plan should have a Plan B

  

he supposed no one in the organisation was ever a Cub Scout

too young

not that they didnt have good reason to mistrust their elders 

they were  after all  having to live the majority of their lives in the trash heap and spoils their elders refused to avert

to act Against

                       when the Dominoes were stacked and tipped   and they began falling over

all they had to do was get ahead of the fury and pull out a few dominoes to disconnect their tumbling

their linear physics

 

but likely the pickings were too good to resist

Too Good

they turned their eyes away or skewed their perceptions 

and with no one to alter the stereotype  Humankind   --   Fact  people stereotype  --   then greed  selfishness  wins out

There Was Never Enough

                                          Never

so his acclimation was dispirited

he was going to have to go back to the beginning  start anew  reinvent himself 

the exercise was obvious

or should have been obvious if you werent born with a silver spoon stuck in your mouth(or up your nose)

we always have something in ourselves to unearth 

plumbing  Know Thyself  it is our heavylifting dredging panning and intro-circum-spection

no one can be us  but us

no one can compel us more than we can compel ourselves or punish us more than we punish ourselves

it should be inherent  not inherited  and not necessarily coherent

but it should be

if No

well

         if No

he didnt know

No

he had only his clues

so he returned to the repaired sauna

let the heat slake its due

eventually

                  the long filthy plexiglass window set in the heat-marred door would transform itself into a black blinder across his vision  shudder  then become a revealing silver screen streaming all sorts of inputs   sensory and serene

from places he hadnt an imagination of

1353,  Thursday,  7  5. 15

2021,  Thursday,  7  5. 15

there was nothing I disliked more than going to bed

                                                                              to go to bed 

it disparaged the effort I made   making it

making it as someone else who might deliberate to provide an intricate and attractive table and place settings

for dinner

then discover they were eating alone

a Drag

I taught my college roommate the nuances of a properly made bed

the very distinct advantages it offered him

what a neat clean bedroom might say about him  as a young man(I nearly choked on that) 

we didnt see eye to eye for the longest time

his mother made his when he lived at home and he insisted mine had housebroken me

despite the utter freedom of finally having my own place to do with as I wished

I couldnt put an old habit away 

I was anal about not leaving the apartment until my bed was made

after several jabs over a couple of months we had a considered conversation

the grass we smoked didnt help matters

I finally got around his disregard by playing to his Business logic  which he studied

Id rather have strong armed him  Chicago-style  but we were friends

instead  I artfully defined the made bed  the bedroom  using his hyperkeen awareness of my good luck

my fortunate prowess

I told him they were a virtual tag team  a one-two punch 

he boxed as a kid in Brooklyn

he knew the drill

I told him to imagine the pair were fraught to devise his bedroom as a veritable den of iniquities

of lively wet sexual soirées

the cincher 

                  the last nail in the coffin might have been his awareness that I woke early every morning to assure my bed was made no matter the time we crashed the night before

                                                                                    when many of those night verged on and into bloodred sunrises

gifts  one might concede  of Florida and its 25.7753° N latitude 80.2089° W longitude

to be precise(or anal)

serene purple surfs sifting onto the still warm Key Biscayne sand

many of its beaches and shallows   I have no fucking idea who the odd an again speedboats belonged to  were silent witnesses to our booze-fueled drug-addled crazed Xploits                              

                                                                                             which would have been far more comfortable or ideal if we could have moved them back to our place

however

              when Nature howls in your ears  bloodying them  and the valves in your nuts beg their spigots be thrown wideopen

we were only men

we didnt have plausible arguments to defer our bodies desires 

                                                                                                     or the girls desires either

so when in the jungle do as jungle animals do

and we did

we were different animals

far different than when we met in the dorms 

he remarked we had taken one more step deeper into the pool

which I had to disagree with

I told him we were steps deeper  

                                                     into the sea

a pool doesnt have reefs and shoals tides and storms  the Syclla or Charbdis

--   What

sometimes I wondered how we fell in together  seemed English and Business mixed together as well as oil and blood   poorly

--   The Syclla or Charbdis  monster and whirlpool from Homers Odyssey

--   Homer  the Greek  youre talkin Greek to me roommate  

I suppose I was

--   I was trying to remember how we became friends

--   Stop

Youre fuckin kiddin me right

--   I said I was trying

itll come in good time

Im patient

--   Let me destroy your patience

In one word

--   One

--   Awright

he cleared his throat to make a point   and again

Jesus  Quit the dramatics

again he cleared his throat

--   Petey

--   Oh shit  the dwarf

--   We probably wouldnt be roommates if you didnt stop me from throwing him out the window

--   Ha

--   Ha nothing  You had him by his legs and I had him by the throat banging his face on the windowpane

You should have let me

--   Screw that  With all those people looking up at us Peteys screamin your screamin they would have thought I was your accomplice

Im glad we were able to bring his little ass back inside without losing our grip

--   Yeah  He was seven floors up for about five minutes

--   Yes he was

--   It was

Funny

--   It was fuckin hilarious after the fact

He pissed himself

--   He did

Wasnt going to turn away that pocket money though  Remember Petey stuffin it in a Holsum bag and us taking it to the bank going down the staircase at the far end of the dorm as the Police came up the elevators at the front

--   And Petey right behind us a taking the steps three at a time

Cops can make strange bedfellows

--   Yeah   I think I get your take on making a bed

--   At last

Girl sees a nice fresh bed  Like nobodys slept in it  Like a pretty table for dinner

It just kinds beckons

And who the hell wants to go to bed alone

1553,  Monday,  4  5. 15

1946,  Day-between-two-Ts,  6  5. 15