she sat on her fat ass behind the marbled glass munching a cookie sipping her coffee

it wasnt eight oclock yet

he said Happy Saint Paddys Day

Oh yeah  Thanks

he thought she must really be miserable couldnt return a happy day if her life depended upon it  A stick in the mud
Oh well

Im here to have a lab run

Nose to the grindstone  Name

he glimpsed her name  Michelle  hed met some cute Michelles some fullbodied Michelles but she was neither and with that sneer on her puss that distaste that misery loves company come join me  he hoped she was the endgame of all Michelles never to have to read or hear her name again  Though another would be a step up out of the gutter

he wanted to tell she shouldnt let her face get her down but when working her makeup with a putty knife before the mirror on a workday morning she already knew that and didnt try to alleviate her gall or depression by smiling

Decidedly she had a choice in the matter

so he smiled REAL BIG at her  but she let it fall on the counter under her elbow her fingers still gripping a large chocolate chip cookie

Name

Yes   My last names Scott  S-C-O-T-T

Tap  tap  tap  taptap the keyboard replied
I dont see you in the system

This is my third time here Youve helped me before

Last name

Scott

 

S-C-O-T-T

Yes correct

You didnt say that

I didnt say what

Scott S-C-O-T-T You spelled it S-O-C-T-T

I spelled my name wrong

Yes  Its S-C-O-T-T

Are you fucking kidding me

her eyes bugged Excuse me excuse me

Theres no need for profanity I dont have to listen to your filthy language . .

                                                           . . Youre pay grade suggests otherwise
You seriously believe I dont know how to spell my name Not that you erred entering it

I did not  I know exactly what I heard Exactly what you said  she glared

Michelle he wanted to tell her Go to Helle Youve had your name for awhile like me Would you care to spell your name for me because like myself you can spell your name rote without thinking because youve been with it your whole life and also like me the last time you probably misspelled it was when you were a kid learning to print it

I print now rather than using cursive but that doesnt mean Ive reverted to my innocence

Michelle  You entered it incorrectly  A stutter in your fingering perhaps

 

she hadnt a wedding band so he assumed her finger stuttered plenty  A finger in her pie for pleasure  It was a good thing he held onto it by its tail keeping it from jumping down onto her desk and pawing unmercifully lasciviously at her enormous tits tits that couldnt be had without a conspicuous intake of sweets and fat grease tits that might intrigue piglets recent weaners to suckle

enraged her hand trembled slightly though enough to topple a chocolate chip from her cookie

they caught one another looking down at it still rocking on the counter

I know what I heard you say

I know you heard what I said  You can to be grateful you cant hear what Im thinking  Your coordination in the moment was skewed  You misstroked

I know how to spell my name

she glared harder

he smiled reached through partition snatched up the lonely chocolate chip laying on the counter and popped it into his mouth

 

smacking his lips jutting his tongue out between them sure his tongue was chocolate stained  finished he said  Michelle its a good thing I didnt have to fast for this blood test huh

I cant wait to tell my Mommie I forgot how to spell my name again

1336,  Thursday, Happy Saint Paddy’s Day!,  17 3. 16  

people dont take or get many telephone calls like he did

when the phone rang barring idiot telemarketers who thought their barrage at the getgo got their foot into the front door  which he slammed shut midbarrage crushing feet an toes unapologetic  whoever thought that was a good idea or marketing strategy was full of shit up to their greedy eyeballs 

ah  when the phone rang few people had conversations as he

but mebe the difference was he was thoughtful he could listen and not be formulating a response in lieu of hearing what the caller said

he joked he wore a priests collar he couldnt see

seemed someone was at the ready to seek him out needing to confide something to him

he didnt solicit

never crossed his mind

Sympathetic  a shoulder to cry on commiserate

 

---   Hey   Im tryin with some difficulty to determine if what I think I remember Im remembering or Im swinging at shadows off base

---   Youre hilarious
It was the Sixties If ya can remember den yawerent really dereHuh

---   Yes 
 

That carries water

But I was lotsa places with you then and youve proven to have an uncanny memory

---   Probably because ey put those memories in a can to begin with

---   So

I was wondering
---   Spit it out

Ey can almost hear ya sidesteppin rockin twistin in da wind  Whacha wanna know or rather wha can ey help ya affirm or deny

Fuckin hilarious


---   Is everything hilarious to you

---   Well  Eyd be stealin a line from Jimi but ey think hed be pleased these many years later me still quotin im

Im of da school
              No reason to get excited the thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us who feel that life
is but a joke

Quoting Dylan too

Yah A joke  Hilarious

Ya ought to step aside give yourself plenty of room an belt out a humongous laugh

Yad feel better for it

Clear yer mind

Whas troublin ya

---   Crazy  I find myself wondering if I didnt see it in some film not that Id watch films like that but    then I think I remember  I think I actually saw what Im remembering

---   Sounds like a fuckin preamble or      ey dont know  escape    disavowment

---   Okay okay  New Orleans
---   Narleans

---   What

---   Narleans  Mardi Gras  Yer talkin bout our roadtrip extended stay 

Ey took three four lids an because ey was sleepin with dat skinny blonde huge rack Chris ey should have feared er boyfriend is name Thor she wanted me to turn hash for im  Er  Ey brought eight nine grams wid

---   You remember that

---   Yah playin tackle football with a can of Dixie beer because we didnt want to drink it On the levee

---   No 
---   No   Yadont remember dat

Howbout dat gaddawful wha was dat shit    ah pralines  On da riverboat from da concession  Sittin on the Mississippi  Later dat day rollin out to da plantation Da big white house slave quarters behind it den back into town the cemetery Saint Louis Cemetery  Smokin a joint on the fifty yardline inside da Dome Jumpin the stripper scramblin up da wroughtiron porch balusters she tossed rubber alligators down into the crowd rather dan beads
Bareassed chapped bikers gang
---   You remember them 
---   Yadont
---   No I do  Theyre part of what Im not sure I remember  If I remember

---   Coward

Whacha think ya remember

Ya goin shy on me cuz ey know wha comes next

Wha comes next Tell me

---   They were blowing guys on the street In the Quarter

---   Dey were blowing guys on da streetYah
Ya remember da huge black rider he threw is arms back caught anothers arms hooked elbows locked an hed heave yank da fuck off is feet onto is back den back to back others surroundin em stripped off da braced cats pants an dey masturbated im got im hard den set on im with their mouths Da chant Get it up Cum  Get It Up Cum   GET IT UP CUM
On Bourbon Street a couple of blocks up from Jackson Square Saint Louis Cathedral Laughin deyd bring im to climax duckin sidesteppin da guy shootin is load into da air spatterin people

---  Jesus

Thats what I remember

---   Dats wha yer doubtin ya remembered Da fuck  Ey kept tryin to shove ya in under it

---   You did

---   Eydid

---   Why would you do did that

---   Cuz ya an it were fuckin hilarious
An ey was stoned

---   I was stoned too

---   Yawere

But yawere always reserved  even stoned holdin back like yawas tethered

Ya didnt jump from movin cars

---   Didnt have to 

You always beat everyone

---   Ey didnt beat anyone
Ey was the only who ever went

    

Life my friend is but a joke

0836,  Friday,  11  3. 16
0149,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  16  3. 16