Kahrist
that crap always got his attentiontugged
on the rag of his ire particularly when they couldnt back into a parking space
cleanlywasting other peoples time with their ineptness
But hey, the World revolves
around me.
Ill revolve you
he caught the calamity out of the corner of
his eye as he walked and readlifting his eyes to glancetake in the lay of the
land
some yahoo
in a late-model silver Subaruknew
that only because a couple of family members had sipped the KoolAidwent away
from Toyota was making a showtrying to park it screwed
it up so badly that people waiting in either direction began honking their
horns he rarely honked histhe sound
rasped at his nerves rather than honk he
preferred a rocket launcher but that
upgrade wasnt available yet
had he been waiting on this schmo from Yiddish shmok penis fool prick hedave rocketed him
he stopped walkingput his finger
in the book to keep his place
he waitedwanted to see this cretin for Real get out of the clown car
PARKed
the traffic jam in the lot quickly cleared
whoever sat tight likely fearful someone might
be lingering to brain them
finally they got out an walked around the front of the SubaruHOLY SHIT spitting
image of Birtman a kid he knew in grade school
I’m Zeke, Zeke Fellows. thats how he introduced himself turns out they were in the same
classroom David, David Birtman. Here.
the
guy walked the same way splayfootedduckfooted it was a crime to see David try to run pitiful he couldnt run for his life probably why he ate his old mans service
revolver put an exclamation on what a
piece of shit Davids old man was a cop
nonetheless a cop
the Desk Sergeant lived next door to a friend
they were friendlyplayed catch in
his buddys backyard when his dad threw a barbecue
playing ball couplethree months
later after Davids suicide he casually pumped him where the old man livedheard he lived in a
neighbouring city No no, in order to serve ya have to live in the
community. He’s over off Home, can’t miss the place, has a black lawn jockey
holding a lantern to light the walk leading to the front door.
Know it
Yeah, kinda hard to miss.
a big tan brick house bucks somebody croaked for him to afford it
he hid in bushesin the backyard saw headlights play on the doublewide garage
doors he didnt usually park it inside unless it was inclement weather didnt lock
it either as he walked around behind the
car towards the back door where he hidtossed a
rockstruck the garage old man turned to
the noisehe was on himstink on shitsideswiped the back of his head with a stump
iron pipe old man went down in a
heapCOLD no harm nothing inside his head anyways he broke his legs an for the fuck of itfor
David he broke his hand too he wouldnt run David down wouldnt beat
David
he
wished David had said
queer to have suppressed memories return stare him dead in the face
doppelganger duckwalked into the
market
he began walkingtook his finger from
between the pages an began reading again through an evaporating image of Davids
face as he remembered him
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