Thursday, May 10, 2012
Clippers, Floppers, Blake Griffin and Mr. Harkins.
"Mr. Harkins, everything is all good in the universe today," said Ray.
Jim Harkins nodded his head and said, "yep."
They sat on a green couch in a small apartment.
"Ray, why do those grown men roll around on the court and act like they are hurt?"
"You know I don't like to cuss, but they are just little bitches. You would think if they were so freaking good they wouldn't have to flop."
"Floppers, huh."
"Yeah, floppers," Ray said as he turned the volume up on the old TV.
Lilies left for Wyoming that day at 10:21 am.
"Are you going to be lonely with Lilies not coming around?"
"I am, but today just feels like a good day, like everything is going to be alright. You know I don't have that feeling of impending doom and I am going to be alight and you are going to be alright and the world is going to be alright."
"Yep yep"
The men heard two neighbors fighting above them. The floor creaked.The TV announcer was complaining about Blake Griffin flopping.
"Sometimes random thoughts just pop in my head," said Mr Harkins.
"Like what?"
"I was just watching the game and I thought of Allison Tallpole from my high school in Alabama. No reason whatsoever, just a picture of her popped in my head. I haven't thought about her in thirty years at least."
Ignored in the background...."Chis Paul gets fouled, and he is holding his mouth......"
"Maybe the place where you store the word flop in your brain is close to where you store the memory of her," Ray turned the volume down and looked towards Harkins, "Every time I thought of this kid I use to know from my high school I would soon there after think of Overton Park and Poplar."
"I don't understand what you are saying, but that Allison was sure something." Harkins paused for a second, "I do know where that intersection is though."
"I just meant that maybe the memories are close in your head. You store that stuff somewhere right? I put Ed Langston in one place in my brain, and the next spot held my memory of the Overton Park entrance. Maybe they bleed over or my mind just checks the next few blocks to see it got the whole thought."
"You think Lilies will ever return to Memphis?" said Mr. Harkins changing the subject.
"Maybe, but I hope everything works out for her out there in those hills."
"I feel really good too today for some reason," said Mr. Harkins.
"Dem dere rockies," Ray said in a strange unrealistic accent.
Mr Harkins spoke in fake accent too, "She gunna live is those hills, under a big ol' rock. Yes she is."
Ray laughed out loud never hearing Harkins talk like that.
The men watched the TV as Griffin rolled around on the court holding his face.
Friday, April 20, 2012
More Old Man
Jim was quiet in high school, his friends called him little Hitler because he had a small mustache. He was interested in library science and planned on going to the University of Alabama.
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A dirty apartment on belvedere street. Hardwood floors, bad smells and two men with a large age difference sitting on a couch.
"I will never understand women, Mr Harkins." I said looking down from the ceiling.
"Brad, me neither. I want them all to explode."
I laughed, "Some mess. There would be blood, puss, bones, hair, and teeth on everything."
"It would be worth it," said Mr. H.
There was loud thunder outside and it was getting dark through the blinds; we were sitting on my green crusted couch and I got up to turn on the lamp.
"I'm hungry, you want to make something to eat or go somewhere?" I asked standing in front of him.
"Brad, I saw a woman explode in the war."
I sat and we stared into nothing. I waited for him to continue.
"I was in the Korean war in '56, and we were having rec time in the jungle."
"You were in the Korean war? You have never mentioned that." I said.
"I've never mentioned a lot of things."
"Ok, well go on, but I didn't think Korea had jungles."
"Brad, Korea has a lot of things, hidden things, things people have never seen or heard of."
I gave a nervous laugh, and stared at the floor as he spoke.
"My platoon was in the Jungle, they were all drinking beer and I was drinking milk, they were throwing up their hands, and I was praying on my knees, they were cussing, and I was wishing I was back in Alabama."
Bella ran into the room and stopped in front of Mr. Harkins. A quintessential Doberman pincher sitting on it's back legs staring as Mr. Harkins as he spoke.
"We hadn't heard a peep out of the enemy for over two weeks, and we didn't know if they was any of them left to even fight us. The men wanted action, and I just wanted to go home to Elizabeth."
"Your wife?" I asked.
"Yeah, my wife back home in Birmingham. We was sitting there and it started to rain and didn't quit until about 2200 hundred hours; see that's military time, Brad."
"I know, uh, 10:00 pm, right?"
" No, it's 8:00 pm, but close.
All of sudden that rain stopped and Sargent Bill told us all to hit the ground and we did.
I went face first, cigarette still in my mouth and I remember the sizzle as the lite end was extinguished in the mud.
We just lied their listening to the jungle, staring into the dark green.
I wasn't too interested in whatever they wanted to kill or see so I rolled on my back and watched as the moon became visible through the clouds.
It was a huge moon, slightly obscured by the tops of the trees.
I remember it like it was yesterday, Brad.
Taking in that clean rain smell eventhough I was laying in mud and muck.
My hands and back were wet and it was soaking through my pants.
Blooms of color exploded in my vision and I was in a new world. One second I was laying in mud staring at the moon and the next I was watching bursting swatches tear into a thousand drops and remerge in a cycle of colors. The dark green jungle became purples and blues, and reds, and oranges, and all those colors mixed together turning around and coming back to where they started. A sky of color. A world of color.
As quick as they came, the colors left and I was back in the jungle laying on my back with the smells and the moon.
I rolled over on my side and began to speak but as soon as I opened my mouth the colors came back in an even brighter array.
Images started to appear in the patterns, women, men, but strangely shaped like you would assume the color purple or orange would be if it could be any form. Rainbows of drops and showers of color. This seemed to go on a lifetime. It really felt like I watched this happen for eighty year; the colors and shapes were always different and I knew time was passing but my attention was fully focused. One of the most clearly remembered of the images, was a woman.. She took up my full vision. She was oriental and had oriental clothes and such and they were of an ordinary color; not like the rest of the visions and she held out her hand to me. I started to reach for her and my arms and fingers were colors and right before we touched, just right before my colors and her hand were about to unite.
Brad I'm serious, I have never felt or understood anything like this in my life, and I have never mentioned it to a soul.
Right before we touched, a little envelope floated across our paths. It was kinda like a cartoon and it danced as it went by. Both the Oriental woman and I stared as it slowed bounced between us. It even had carton like lines behind and to the side of it to emphasize its movement. The letter slowly bounced its way into a letter box; like you would see in a neighborhood or a suburb of Memphis. The mailbox shut its door, and I heard the most incredible thunder of a voice. And Brad, remember this is 1956 or 57 in the middle of the Korean jungle, and the terrible God like voice said, "You got mail." and the woman exploded into a billion colors in every direction."
I laughed and Mr. Harkins looked at me sternly.
"I am not telling a joke, Brad. That's what I heard. I wrote it in my diary after I woke up, and that's not all; when I did wake the following morning, all my men were dead."
I laughed and hoped Mr. H was going to laugh, but he didn't. He just stared at my seriously.
Bella was now looking at me and began a low growl.
"God told me I had mail and saved my life in that horrible place."
I didn't know where to look or what to say, so I said,
"That's really interesting."
"You are damn right it is," said Mr. Harkins.
That was the first time I ever heard Mr. Harkins cuss, I realized he must think he is serious.
"Brad, God showed me email in 1956. I could have made a fortune when I got back home, but I got hooked on amphetamines and America Online stole my idea years later."
Bella barked.
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A dirty apartment on belvedere street. Hardwood floors, bad smells and two men with a large age difference sitting on a couch.
"I will never understand women, Mr Harkins." I said looking down from the ceiling.
"Brad, me neither. I want them all to explode."
I laughed, "Some mess. There would be blood, puss, bones, hair, and teeth on everything."
"It would be worth it," said Mr. H.
There was loud thunder outside and it was getting dark through the blinds; we were sitting on my green crusted couch and I got up to turn on the lamp.
"I'm hungry, you want to make something to eat or go somewhere?" I asked standing in front of him.
"Brad, I saw a woman explode in the war."
I sat and we stared into nothing. I waited for him to continue.
"I was in the Korean war in '56, and we were having rec time in the jungle."
"You were in the Korean war? You have never mentioned that." I said.
"I've never mentioned a lot of things."
"Ok, well go on, but I didn't think Korea had jungles."
"Brad, Korea has a lot of things, hidden things, things people have never seen or heard of."
I gave a nervous laugh, and stared at the floor as he spoke.
"My platoon was in the Jungle, they were all drinking beer and I was drinking milk, they were throwing up their hands, and I was praying on my knees, they were cussing, and I was wishing I was back in Alabama."
Bella ran into the room and stopped in front of Mr. Harkins. A quintessential Doberman pincher sitting on it's back legs staring as Mr. Harkins as he spoke.
"We hadn't heard a peep out of the enemy for over two weeks, and we didn't know if they was any of them left to even fight us. The men wanted action, and I just wanted to go home to Elizabeth."
"Your wife?" I asked.
"Yeah, my wife back home in Birmingham. We was sitting there and it started to rain and didn't quit until about 2200 hundred hours; see that's military time, Brad."
"I know, uh, 10:00 pm, right?"
" No, it's 8:00 pm, but close.
All of sudden that rain stopped and Sargent Bill told us all to hit the ground and we did.
I went face first, cigarette still in my mouth and I remember the sizzle as the lite end was extinguished in the mud.
We just lied their listening to the jungle, staring into the dark green.
I wasn't too interested in whatever they wanted to kill or see so I rolled on my back and watched as the moon became visible through the clouds.
It was a huge moon, slightly obscured by the tops of the trees.
I remember it like it was yesterday, Brad.
Taking in that clean rain smell eventhough I was laying in mud and muck.
My hands and back were wet and it was soaking through my pants.
Blooms of color exploded in my vision and I was in a new world. One second I was laying in mud staring at the moon and the next I was watching bursting swatches tear into a thousand drops and remerge in a cycle of colors. The dark green jungle became purples and blues, and reds, and oranges, and all those colors mixed together turning around and coming back to where they started. A sky of color. A world of color.
As quick as they came, the colors left and I was back in the jungle laying on my back with the smells and the moon.
I rolled over on my side and began to speak but as soon as I opened my mouth the colors came back in an even brighter array.
Images started to appear in the patterns, women, men, but strangely shaped like you would assume the color purple or orange would be if it could be any form. Rainbows of drops and showers of color. This seemed to go on a lifetime. It really felt like I watched this happen for eighty year; the colors and shapes were always different and I knew time was passing but my attention was fully focused. One of the most clearly remembered of the images, was a woman.. She took up my full vision. She was oriental and had oriental clothes and such and they were of an ordinary color; not like the rest of the visions and she held out her hand to me. I started to reach for her and my arms and fingers were colors and right before we touched, just right before my colors and her hand were about to unite.
Brad I'm serious, I have never felt or understood anything like this in my life, and I have never mentioned it to a soul.
Right before we touched, a little envelope floated across our paths. It was kinda like a cartoon and it danced as it went by. Both the Oriental woman and I stared as it slowed bounced between us. It even had carton like lines behind and to the side of it to emphasize its movement. The letter slowly bounced its way into a letter box; like you would see in a neighborhood or a suburb of Memphis. The mailbox shut its door, and I heard the most incredible thunder of a voice. And Brad, remember this is 1956 or 57 in the middle of the Korean jungle, and the terrible God like voice said, "You got mail." and the woman exploded into a billion colors in every direction."
I laughed and Mr. Harkins looked at me sternly.
"I am not telling a joke, Brad. That's what I heard. I wrote it in my diary after I woke up, and that's not all; when I did wake the following morning, all my men were dead."
I laughed and hoped Mr. H was going to laugh, but he didn't. He just stared at my seriously.
Bella was now looking at me and began a low growl.
"God told me I had mail and saved my life in that horrible place."
I didn't know where to look or what to say, so I said,
"That's really interesting."
"You are damn right it is," said Mr. Harkins.
That was the first time I ever heard Mr. Harkins cuss, I realized he must think he is serious.
"Brad, God showed me email in 1956. I could have made a fortune when I got back home, but I got hooked on amphetamines and America Online stole my idea years later."
Bella barked.
Private Prison 2011
Where I went in 2011
February: Decatur Alabama 3 days, conference on youth violence.
April: Panama City 4 days, conference on antisemitism.
June:Petite Jean State Park 5 days vacation with brown haired girlfriend. See previous picture.
September: San Diego 6 days World Conference on childhood hunger.
October Little Rock 2 days Softball tournament.
November Knoxville 3 days Thanksgiving retreat for disabled veterans.
December Gainsvile Florida 4 days Young fly fishermen of America.
Green blobs float through the sky, and I notice cows on the hill while not noticing the brake lights in front of me.
Screech of tires, air past my teeth, three weeks late.
I asked her where she had been and she said in smart voice, "i was at my mom's eating turkey."
I asked, "was it turn key?"
She said, "fuck you"
Fuck you.
"Do you really fish?"
"Yeah, why is that weird?"
'Aren't you vegetarian?"
My sister sent me a text today that said "....biopsy report was necrotic tissue with bacteria and some fungus."
Sounds gross on your tongue.
February: Decatur Alabama 3 days, conference on youth violence.
April: Panama City 4 days, conference on antisemitism.
June:Petite Jean State Park 5 days vacation with brown haired girlfriend. See previous picture.
September: San Diego 6 days World Conference on childhood hunger.
October Little Rock 2 days Softball tournament.
November Knoxville 3 days Thanksgiving retreat for disabled veterans.
December Gainsvile Florida 4 days Young fly fishermen of America.
Green blobs float through the sky, and I notice cows on the hill while not noticing the brake lights in front of me.
Screech of tires, air past my teeth, three weeks late.
I asked her where she had been and she said in smart voice, "i was at my mom's eating turkey."
I asked, "was it turn key?"
She said, "fuck you"
Fuck you.
"Do you really fish?"
"Yeah, why is that weird?"
'Aren't you vegetarian?"
My sister sent me a text today that said "....biopsy report was necrotic tissue with bacteria and some fungus."
Sounds gross on your tongue.
Friday, January 20, 2012
old man harkins and the mysterious dog leash.
"Please God, help me maintain my integrity, help me to stop bad mouthing everyone, please help me and Lilias get along, please please help me learn to enjoy this dog....of course if its your will dear Lord. Thank you for saving me from that old life, in your loving name, amen."
Knock knock, I got off my hands and knees -praying like a Muslim and went to open the door.
It was Saturday morning around 9 am.
I knew it must have been Beverly from the Jehovah's Witness place down on Cleveland or it was Mr. Harkins wanting help with his computer. Really wasn't in the mood for either.
I opened the door to Lilias standing there and she looked pissed.
She was holding our dog Bella, a doberman pinscher puppy, and imeaditly handed her to me.
"I've had it, I've fucking had it. I hate this fucking dog. I didn't get 20 minutes of sleep last night because of her. You want to give her away, go right ahead."
Bella started trying to lick my face and I put her down.
"Baby, what the fuck, you wanted the goddamn dog, you went and fucking picked her out and now you don't want her."
We heard Mr. Harkins door unlock from across the hall, and I motioned for her to come inside quick.
"No, I don't want to even be around that damn dog, she tore up my favorite shoes and attacked Pants."
Pants was the name of her dog, a brown and black yorkie that's fur looked like it was wearing pants.
Mr. Harkins peaked out of 1 A, and said, "Brad is everything ok?"
"Yeah Mr. H. we are discussing Bella again."
Lilias said, "Not anymore," and started walking up the wide wooden stairs to her apartment.
"Baby please don't do this," I said as she just kept walking.
I walked back in my apartment and Mr. Harkins followed. I noticed for the first time he was carrying an old leash but I didn't ask. We sat on opposite ends of my crusted green couch and watched Bella staring at the fish aquirum.
I asked, "What do you think she is thinking about?"
"Oh Brad, women are just like that, I won't ever understand them."
I laughed, "no Bella, I wonder what she is thinking about looking at those fish."
"She probably thinking about breakfast."
I faked laughed.
"Brad, when I was a boy I had a dog named Spot and it died, and then I got a dog named scrapper and it got hit by a car and then I got a dog named skipper and my mother gave it away."
Bella barked at the goldfish and then ran into the other room.
"I hate that dog," I said.
"When I was married to Johnny's mother we had a dog together and I really believe that's what ruined our marriage."
"Weren't you guy only married for 6 months?"
"Yeah, I put my hands on her."
"You got married, got her preggers, and then got a divorice in 6 month?."
"Yeah, it was different in those days."
Bella ran into living and tired to jump up on couch but missed, fell over backwards and quickly turned right side up.
"She's a good girl, aren't you a good girl," said Mr. Harkins.
Bella started to go behind the tv and fight the wires.
"Bella," I screamed, "come her Bella, treat."
She looked up at me and went back to biting. I got up and picked her up and brought her to the couch.
We heard Lilias stomping around upstairs.
"If I could get rid of her and that dog in the same move I think I would be doing alright." I said.
"Brad, I've lived at 72 North Belevedere for on and off for eighty years.-'
"But you are only 72?"
Brad, I was 72 the last time you ask me that, but it's been quite some time since we have even seen each other."
"Huh?"
Bella growled at old Man Harkins.
Knock knock, I got off my hands and knees -praying like a Muslim and went to open the door.
It was Saturday morning around 9 am.
I knew it must have been Beverly from the Jehovah's Witness place down on Cleveland or it was Mr. Harkins wanting help with his computer. Really wasn't in the mood for either.
I opened the door to Lilias standing there and she looked pissed.
She was holding our dog Bella, a doberman pinscher puppy, and imeaditly handed her to me.
"I've had it, I've fucking had it. I hate this fucking dog. I didn't get 20 minutes of sleep last night because of her. You want to give her away, go right ahead."
Bella started trying to lick my face and I put her down.
"Baby, what the fuck, you wanted the goddamn dog, you went and fucking picked her out and now you don't want her."
We heard Mr. Harkins door unlock from across the hall, and I motioned for her to come inside quick.
"No, I don't want to even be around that damn dog, she tore up my favorite shoes and attacked Pants."
Pants was the name of her dog, a brown and black yorkie that's fur looked like it was wearing pants.
Mr. Harkins peaked out of 1 A, and said, "Brad is everything ok?"
"Yeah Mr. H. we are discussing Bella again."
Lilias said, "Not anymore," and started walking up the wide wooden stairs to her apartment.
"Baby please don't do this," I said as she just kept walking.
I walked back in my apartment and Mr. Harkins followed. I noticed for the first time he was carrying an old leash but I didn't ask. We sat on opposite ends of my crusted green couch and watched Bella staring at the fish aquirum.
I asked, "What do you think she is thinking about?"
"Oh Brad, women are just like that, I won't ever understand them."
I laughed, "no Bella, I wonder what she is thinking about looking at those fish."
"She probably thinking about breakfast."
I faked laughed.
"Brad, when I was a boy I had a dog named Spot and it died, and then I got a dog named scrapper and it got hit by a car and then I got a dog named skipper and my mother gave it away."
Bella barked at the goldfish and then ran into the other room.
"I hate that dog," I said.
"When I was married to Johnny's mother we had a dog together and I really believe that's what ruined our marriage."
"Weren't you guy only married for 6 months?"
"Yeah, I put my hands on her."
"You got married, got her preggers, and then got a divorice in 6 month?."
"Yeah, it was different in those days."
Bella ran into living and tired to jump up on couch but missed, fell over backwards and quickly turned right side up.
"She's a good girl, aren't you a good girl," said Mr. Harkins.
Bella started to go behind the tv and fight the wires.
"Bella," I screamed, "come her Bella, treat."
She looked up at me and went back to biting. I got up and picked her up and brought her to the couch.
We heard Lilias stomping around upstairs.
"If I could get rid of her and that dog in the same move I think I would be doing alright." I said.
"Brad, I've lived at 72 North Belevedere for on and off for eighty years.-'
"But you are only 72?"
Brad, I was 72 the last time you ask me that, but it's been quite some time since we have even seen each other."
"Huh?"
Bella growled at old Man Harkins.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
year 2038 problem
Unix time, the amount of seconds from January 1, 00:00:00 1970 cannot get past 2038 as a 32bit integer.
Its current at 1318449967, one billion, three hundred and eighteen million, four hundred and forty nine thousands, nine hundred sixty seven seconds since 1970.
Unix based computers, Andriod, Apple OSx, iphone, etc use this number to keep time. Any application relying on this time should crash after year 2038. Y2k right? This is more serious.
I will be 59 years old in 2038, 27 years from now.
Ive never met anyone 59 years old named Brad.
Just got my wisdom teeth out, man fudge this stuff, its a dull pain for a week and I've only had advil. Stupid Unix Epoch couldn't come any earlier.
Its current at 1318449967, one billion, three hundred and eighteen million, four hundred and forty nine thousands, nine hundred sixty seven seconds since 1970.
Unix based computers, Andriod, Apple OSx, iphone, etc use this number to keep time. Any application relying on this time should crash after year 2038. Y2k right? This is more serious.
I will be 59 years old in 2038, 27 years from now.
Ive never met anyone 59 years old named Brad.
Just got my wisdom teeth out, man fudge this stuff, its a dull pain for a week and I've only had advil. Stupid Unix Epoch couldn't come any earlier.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Old Man Harkins Bio
John Jim Harkins was born in Montgomery Alabama in nineteen hundred and thirty three.
His parents were Martha Farris and John Thomas Harkins. His father was a bus driver and his mother a secertary in a furniture store. They were Catholic.
Jimmy, as they called him, had no siblings, and his parents were not exactly affectionate.
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When I opened the door to my apartment this morning I heard coughing from 1 a, and knowing how old Mr Harkins was I was concerned. I knocked and the door opened to marijuana smoke and some stupid looking hippie woman with a horrible grin on her face.
I asked her why she was in Mr. Harkins apartment, and she said in a terrible voice,
"ehy dude," cough, "I don't know no Harkins."
I was immediately concerned and thought of millions of horrible things her and her loser associates could have done to him.
"listen you harlot, you tell me where Mr. Harkins is right this second."
"Ehy, man you must mean Jimmy......"
She stopped and her head bobbed and she looked confused and then fell forward. She landed face down and there was a broken glass bong stuck in her back.
Mr Harkins was standing behind her in an attack pose and although the situation was extremely serious there was something very comical about his stance: bare foot, dirty pants and browned tank top with suspenders.
He is only about 5' 5" you know.
"Yes we know Mr. Hardsocks, can you please go on?"
Well she was kinda squirming on the ground and I could tell the bong was only in her about a quarter of an inch so I pulled it out with her screaming something about hacky sack or something. Maybe she was singing a Widespread lyric or something. I don't know she was making all kinds of noise down there, but seemed ok. Her patchwork pullover soaked up what little blood there was anyway pretty quick.
"What did Mr. Harkins do then?"
He told me she talked her way into his apartment, and tried to have sex with him.
"Does Mr. Harkins normally bring hookers home and use narcotics with them?"
I don't think she was a hooker maybe a stripper but she had horribly hairy legs,
"Do you do drugs Mr. Hardsocks?"
Naw, not any time recently
His parents were Martha Farris and John Thomas Harkins. His father was a bus driver and his mother a secertary in a furniture store. They were Catholic.
Jimmy, as they called him, had no siblings, and his parents were not exactly affectionate.
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When I opened the door to my apartment this morning I heard coughing from 1 a, and knowing how old Mr Harkins was I was concerned. I knocked and the door opened to marijuana smoke and some stupid looking hippie woman with a horrible grin on her face.
I asked her why she was in Mr. Harkins apartment, and she said in a terrible voice,
"ehy dude," cough, "I don't know no Harkins."
I was immediately concerned and thought of millions of horrible things her and her loser associates could have done to him.
"listen you harlot, you tell me where Mr. Harkins is right this second."
"Ehy, man you must mean Jimmy......"
She stopped and her head bobbed and she looked confused and then fell forward. She landed face down and there was a broken glass bong stuck in her back.
Mr Harkins was standing behind her in an attack pose and although the situation was extremely serious there was something very comical about his stance: bare foot, dirty pants and browned tank top with suspenders.
He is only about 5' 5" you know.
"Yes we know Mr. Hardsocks, can you please go on?"
Well she was kinda squirming on the ground and I could tell the bong was only in her about a quarter of an inch so I pulled it out with her screaming something about hacky sack or something. Maybe she was singing a Widespread lyric or something. I don't know she was making all kinds of noise down there, but seemed ok. Her patchwork pullover soaked up what little blood there was anyway pretty quick.
"What did Mr. Harkins do then?"
He told me she talked her way into his apartment, and tried to have sex with him.
"Does Mr. Harkins normally bring hookers home and use narcotics with them?"
I don't think she was a hooker maybe a stripper but she had horribly hairy legs,
"Do you do drugs Mr. Hardsocks?"
Naw, not any time recently
mr harkins and that fucking dog
"Hey Mr Harkins."
He was dragging his garbage out his front door and it smelled of old books from his apartment.
"Hey Ray, I'm glad to see you. Do you mind helping me?"
"Not at all."
I picked up the garbage and we walked down the concrete sidewalk leading to the street. It was Saturday morning 10 am, early April.
"Ray, how is your relationship with what's her name, the girl upstairs?"
"Her name is Lilias, and she is fine."
We both looked up to her window -she wasn't home.
"Are yall going to get married soon," he said smiling.
"Naw, we are planning on kids though," I said.
"Oh Ray, no you cannot........"
"I'm just kidding, Mr Harkins," I responded.
"You scared me."
"She is at her fat friend's house and when she gets back we are going to Mississippi to get a dog."
“Ray, I can never tell when you are being serious.”
“I’m being Serious.”
"A dog is a big responsibility, and she already has two dogs. I hear them barking constantly," he said as I dropped the garbage bag on the ground next to the large green garbage bins.
Mr. Harkins grabbed the black handrail going down the steps leading to the street and loudly lowered himself to sit. I sat next to him on the curb and a dog walked by on the sidewalk looking at a kid across the street.
“It’s going to be our baby. We are going to raise it together as a family,” I said smiling.
“Ray, you know she lives with a man up there. You have to see his car and him coming and going.”
I laughed and looked at the ground.
“Mr. Harkins…..he is….. you know… gay. I have nothing to worry about.”
“Oh God help us,” he said shaking his head. “That makes sense though. He does give me funny looks.”
“Yep he is gay as they get. Gay as grass, Gay as a football bat, Gay….”
A city bus drove by and the kid across the street yelled, “Get off me….”
Mr. Harkins looked at the boy and smiled saying, “there is something wrong with that boy over there. He is always outside talking to somebody I cannot see.”
Lilias pulled in and almost hit the concrete wall lining the driveway while looking at us. She smiled and I could tell she thought it was cute I hang out with Mr. Harkins.
Her long red Malibu smoked as it chugged up the driveway.
“I don’t know about her. Something just doesn’t seem right. One minute she hates you and you hate her and the next you are talking about getting married,” he looked concerned at me.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
excerpt from austin trip
We stopped at a Walgreens right outside of New Braunfels and I bought a water tight cigarette case for my smokes and what I had left of the cocaine. I sat in the back seat, so Gabe couldn’t stop me from taking bumps while we drove. I had seen on TV about a water ride, the Boogie Bahn, that was a slanted wall of water, and people would use body boards and try to stand up for as long as possible surfing. Tons of water flowed over soft foam rubber, so if you fall it doesn’t hurt. They were really going at it on the Travel Channel, and I was looking forward to trying it.
The park was huge and we had to take a bus from the parking lot to the first part and eventually another bus to the second part of the park. There were hot Texas girls in even hotter bikinis and being a redhead I was pale white; Gabe and Tara were both pasty junkies and were covered with track marks and tattoos. I would have been embarrassed if I stopped doing the cocaine long enough to care. Every 30 minutes I would go and take a bump in the bathroom; meticulous drying my hands and the cigarette case to prevent the stuff from getting damp. You cannot do much with wet blow and it took me around five minutes as I sat on a commode. I was paranoid as I listened to people slosh in the bathrooms. I watched their bare feet and water shoes from under the stall and listened to fathers and sons, rednecks and teenagers talk about stuff that was distant to me. I was in a drug mode: the getting, using, and finding ways to get more. As I returned we went looking for the Boogie Bhan, and the higher I got, Tara looked half way cute. She had a bikini top and shorts.
The park was huge and we had to take a bus from the parking lot to the first part and eventually another bus to the second part of the park. There were hot Texas girls in even hotter bikinis and being a redhead I was pale white; Gabe and Tara were both pasty junkies and were covered with track marks and tattoos. I would have been embarrassed if I stopped doing the cocaine long enough to care. Every 30 minutes I would go and take a bump in the bathroom; meticulous drying my hands and the cigarette case to prevent the stuff from getting damp. You cannot do much with wet blow and it took me around five minutes as I sat on a commode. I was paranoid as I listened to people slosh in the bathrooms. I watched their bare feet and water shoes from under the stall and listened to fathers and sons, rednecks and teenagers talk about stuff that was distant to me. I was in a drug mode: the getting, using, and finding ways to get more. As I returned we went looking for the Boogie Bhan, and the higher I got, Tara looked half way cute. She had a bikini top and shorts.
We stood in line for the endless mountain of water, picked up our body boards while we waited. Gabe and Tara talked about how they shot dope into their hands and still had track marks, and I thought about Lauren back in Memphis.
“Oh man, I know that face. What are you thinking about?” said Gabe as pushed my shoulder, “you are thinking about something bad.”
“I was thinking about Lauren. You know that cunt had a bunch of magnum condoms in her purse the other day.”
Gabe Laughed, “well we know those weren’t for you old buddy.”
“Yeah that whore thinks I’m stupid-
well you are if you continue to stay with her,” interrupted Tara.
“Yeah, man you got everything going for you; forget her bro.”
“She said they were from her ex-boyfriend, some mythical dude that beat and raped her.”
“He rapped her; oh that’s awful,” said Tara.
“That stupid bitch has been rapped more times than any other person on the planet. I don’t understand how someone could be rapped so fucking much.”
Gabe said, “oh she is one of those types of girls.”
Tara responded, “what do you mean?”
“You know, every time a guy dumps her, or she needs something to go her way, she cries rape,” said Gabe.
“Do you think they are called “magnums” because of the width or the length of the condom or both,” I asked.
“You cannot just assume that she is lying about rape. Women get rapped you know. Especially by their boyfriends,” said Tara.
“Not this lying cunt, if she was raped, she deserved it,” I screamed.
Two pre-teen boys turned around and looked at me and then smiled at each other.
“Fuck you,” I said in their direction.
“You guys are fucked up,” said Tara looking disgusted at the ground.
“No, Gabe and I just have a keen sense of the truth, and we are letting y’all know. You feel me dawg,” I said in a bad black guy voice.
“Yeah mane,” Gabe responded.
We laughed and moved up in line. One of the boys in front of us got ready to get on the water wave and the instructor told him about the Do’s and Don’ts.
We listened to him say, “don’t fight the fall. Just let the water take you to tide pool over on the Dragon Revenge side. If you are able to stand up, bend your knees and relax. If you get scared when you drop in, just hold your breath for ten seconds and you will be in the safety pool.”
The kid looked scared as he laid down on the foam body board, and his friend watched with anticipation.
Lastly, the ride attendant said, “Most importantly, don’t forget to hang ten,” and pushed him down into the wave. After dropping in, the kid was propelled in the middle for a second and then rolled under the water and came up smiling in the safety pool. His friend did basically the same thing.
Tara decided not to ride and walked the down the concrete sidewalk next to the pool where the water flowed. I laid down on the foam board and said to Gabe,
“Watch this, bro.”
He laughed and said, “ok.”
I slide into the water wave and first noticed all the sound of the water as it rushed by me. I was surprised I didn’t fall immediately and started to try to stand but fell over backwards and came up in the safety pool. I got out and pulled my shirt off my stomach really quick and stood with Tara. We smiled and watched Gabe talk to the attendant and then slide into the pool. He looked totally awkward but he didn’t fall right away, and he actually started to stand up.
“You got it bro, you are surfing,” I screamed.
As he looked at me, he lost his balance and the foam board shot out from under him and hit the metal mesh protecting the people in the line. Gabe fell backwards into the water wave and came up in the wave pool. Several people laughed and clapped. I gave him five as he started climbing out.
“That was cool, Gabe,” said Tara.
“That was fun,” said Gabe.
“Lets do it again,”
We did the ride several more times convincing Tara to try, but none of us got as far as Gabe did on the first try. We eventually ended up in the Lazy River, a concrete water way that went through all of West Shlitterbahn.
“It would be so bad ass if they had a little gate, where when you came in you could sign a
release form, and you could go to a little gate and float out into that river outside the park.
What river is that Gabe?” I asked.
“The Comal.”
“We could get all fucked up in the river doing blow and drinking beer,” I said.
“That’s has to be the stupidest thought you have ever had,” Gabe said as he smiled.
“Fuck you, you do just as much dope as me.”
“I’m not referring to the dope Bobby Fisher, that part is reasonable. ‘A little gate.’” In a sarcastic voice, “Hey Honey, forget the water park, lets float away from our car, children, and life down the Comal River.”
Tara laughed and said, “They could get someone from the park to drive their car to where the river runs into to the Gulf of Mexico and they people would be ready to drive home -
“It doesn’t run into the Gulf of Mexico, it’s a tributary of the Guadalupe River; its basically just
here in town and people tube on it pretty regularly regardless of your stupidity,” said Gabe.
“Oh look Tara, the old Gabe just showed up. The asshole Gabe I knew from high school. Unfortunately, the old Gabe is disgusted at the fat ass junkie he sees here with us today and will be quickly returning to 1999,” I said as I laughed. Tara laughed too.
Gabe said, “whatever,” and pulled his shirt off his stomach.
“Hey jump out and grab a towel, we will pull together and dry off this tube and snort a little sunshine while we float down this here river,” I said to Tara in a redneck voice.
Gabe responded as Tara just looked at me blankly, “you fucking moron, don’t start this
shit again, just go to the bathroom.”
“Ok, whatever old Gabe,” I grabbed the side and plopped out on to the concrete.
“Hey hold my tube, I’ll catch up in Surfenburg,”
Tara smiled and said ok.
I went to the bathroom and experienced basically the same scene written before, expect for a different stall and different feet. I did more on that trip than the previous and jogged the Lazy River until I found Tara and Gabe. I snuck up and jumped into my tube: water splashed everywhere and I crashed down into the tube as I hit something hard with my right ankle.
“You are a fucking asshole. God this fucking hurts.” Gabe said as he held his wrist.
“What the fuck Brad?” asked Tara with a concerned look on her face as she looked at Gabe.
“Stop being a baby, what happened to your wrist anyway?” I asked.
Gabe screamed, “I fell on it,”
Tara asked, “Where?”
“You could have kicked me in the face. You cannot handle that weak ass blow, you cannot handle anything. Stop getting high every five minutes. You need those AA meeting, dude for real. You have a problem man,” said Gabe in a whiney voice.
I actually felt bad, “I’m sorry, man. I was being stupid.”
“You just cannot stop once you are started with anything. You just keep doing it to it’s gone or you pass out or someone whoops your ass. You are going to end up in jail if you keep acting like this or not have any friends or both.”
“Whatever dude, save that story for consoler lady at the methadone clinic. You fucking hypocrite.”
My tone played down his anger and we gently rolled down the concrete river as we laid on our backs in the tubes. Gabe held his wrist, and we all three wore sunglasses.
“This is nice and relaxing,” said Tara.
“You know, I think I could get anyone off drugs with a simple invention,” I said.
“Oh really how is that,” said Gabe not moving from his position.
“I will create a time safe, and not like those things in Mapco, but a device kinda like a clock that
has a little opening every day or twice a day that allows you to stick your hand in there and
get your drugs out.”
“What is Mapco?” asked Tara.
“It’s the name of some gas stations in the South. Exxon would have been a better reference but whatever. Are you joking, dude?” Gabe said as he sat up on his elbows in the tube and looked over at me.
“No, if I had one, I would be drug free right now. See you go to the dope man and he pours the dope into a funnel. It will be able to handle powder, pills, weed, you name it-
“What about tar, like the H we get?” said Tara.
“Yeah, I will include something to melt the shit down and divvy it up. There will be a scale inside with digital interface on the front, and you just punch in what you want your clean date to be.”
“That is so stupid. What kind of drug dealer would pour shit into a device in the first fucking place and second what kind of drug addict would ask the dope dude to help him get sober?”
“You know you cannot say sober in a NA meeting. They freak out.” I said.
“What’s NA-
“Why?” asked Gabe.
“Cause it just means you are not drunk. You could have a crack pipe stuck up your ass and be sober. They correct people in the meeting and make them say “clean” instead.”
“That’s weird.”
“Yeah, whatever, those people need this device. It will slowly wean them off their drug of choice. You could put all kinds of stuff in it like porn and food too.”
“What’s NA?” asked Tara.
Gabe responded, “Narcotics Anonymous, a hokey version of AA for people in prison.”
“It’s not for people in prison. It is for people who are sprung on opiates and shit. My device would save millions of lives.”
“Your device would get people killed asking the dope boys to pour crack into a funnel.
It is a complete piece of shit. I can just see you with crowbar beating that thing to
death hoping it had some dope left in it.”
“Maybe the dealer interaction part is not valid, so I will leave it up to the user to pour in the crack.”
“If I buy crack, I’m going to smoke it,” Tara said.
“Whatever, let’s go. I’m fucking shriveled.”
Friday, March 4, 2011
Sid and Nancy
I lie on the cot on the floor and listen to the street below: horns and shouts and engines roar.
My time here is limited but i still exist.
The year is 1970's but i just know its now with red bricks and neon lights.
Horns and shouts and the late afternoon light.
My time here is limited but i still exist.
The year is 1970's but i just know its now with red bricks and neon lights.
Horns and shouts and the late afternoon light.
Obsession
Currently, I'm reading about the Worlds fair in Chicago at the turn of 19th Century. My favorite century really.
http://www.amazon.com/Devil-White-City-Madness-Changed/dp/0375725601
My favorite decade is the 1970's. Especially places like NYC with decline and the crime.
I need a book about it. Got one?
Do you like Bluegrass? I do.
The boys from Cypress Creek sure know how to place that ol' country bluegrass with a positive family message.
Check em out at Cypress Creek of Tennessee Bluegrass Band
http://www.amazon.com/Devil-White-City-Madness-Changed/dp/0375725601
I need a book about it. Got one?
Do you like Bluegrass? I do.
The boys from Cypress Creek sure know how to place that ol' country bluegrass with a positive family message.
Check em out at Cypress Creek of Tennessee Bluegrass Band
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
72 North Belvedere
I woke up in piss and it was 4 o'clock in the afternoon. My head ached and I was slowly remembering the morning before.
"I've never felt this bad in my life," I thought.
I took the sheets off the bed and turned the ceiling fan on high. I noticed the dirt on the floor and the afternoon sun turned it orange.
I walked the hall, with the warped hardwood floor, the building was built in 1910.
In the aquarium my gold fish was stuck to the water filter and must have died during the night.
"I've never felt this bad in my life," I thought.
I took the sheets off the bed and turned the ceiling fan on high. I noticed the dirt on the floor and the afternoon sun turned it orange.
I walked the hall, with the warped hardwood floor, the building was built in 1910.
In the aquarium my gold fish was stuck to the water filter and must have died during the night.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Modern Bounce
Ok I warned you,
First we make Computers, then we make them Smart, or the Capacity to be smart, and now we are giving them eyes.
My piece of shit Galaxy Android device has two eyes.
What's the deal with American Apparel, I hate to let everyone know but the King doesn't have any clothes on: their crap blows big time. Or am I just looking at it wrong.
they aren't a clothing store, but a porn site made up of hip girls.
http://www.americanapparel.net/gallery/photocollections/models/meg/
Oh Meg, sweet Meg. People are so impressionable.
I bought the website modernbounce.com for some reason last night.
thanks,
First we make Computers, then we make them Smart, or the Capacity to be smart, and now we are giving them eyes.
My piece of shit Galaxy Android device has two eyes.
What's the deal with American Apparel, I hate to let everyone know but the King doesn't have any clothes on: their crap blows big time. Or am I just looking at it wrong.
they aren't a clothing store, but a porn site made up of hip girls.
http://www.americanapparel.net/gallery/photocollections/models/meg/
Oh Meg, sweet Meg. People are so impressionable.
I bought the website modernbounce.com for some reason last night.
thanks,
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
DirtApt
It was dusk on a Saturday and I swept up the debris and paper in the dinning room floor. The last bit of the Sun was in the top of the window: blue and red. I stopped and looked around the apartment, at all the floor stains and the broken window and torn blinds.
"This place is finally letting me leave," I thought.
I picked up a full garbage bag and started to drag it to the front door. I heard Mr. Harkins lock unlatch in apartment 1.
I watched as his door opened and he was looking down as he shuffled across the threshold. He looked up and smiled.
"I am sure going to miss you, Brad" said Mr. Harkins standing there in his soiled t-shirt, suspenders, old slacks and bare feet. His toe nails were hideous.
"Yeah me too, you have been a great friend, Mr H." I said and smiled.
"How long did you live here again, six or seven years?"
"I would have lived here seven years in July." I responded.
"I am sorry that harlot's boyfriend beat you up, and you were the one who ended up going to jail."
"It's ok. I'm glad it happened. I wasn't tending those plants Mr. H, they were tending me. My life is a thousand times better."
He gave me a look like a father proudly looks at his son.
We stood in 72 North Belvedere's apartment building hallway with the dark hardwood floors and the huge wooden stair case leading to the top apartments.
A siren started and we heard thunder in the distance.
"You ever think about dying Mr Harkins?"
"I think about going to Heaven and eating pork and beans with Saint Peter if that's thinking about dying."
"Yeah, I am sure glad to be alive."
"Me too, Brad."
"You wanna goto Huey's and eat, and then see my new place on Central, Mr Harkins?"
"Oh Lord, Brad," he put his hand on the wall and breathed hard.
It scared me, "what's wrong?"
"This place is finally letting me leave," I thought.
I picked up a full garbage bag and started to drag it to the front door. I heard Mr. Harkins lock unlatch in apartment 1.
I watched as his door opened and he was looking down as he shuffled across the threshold. He looked up and smiled.
"I am sure going to miss you, Brad" said Mr. Harkins standing there in his soiled t-shirt, suspenders, old slacks and bare feet. His toe nails were hideous.
"Yeah me too, you have been a great friend, Mr H." I said and smiled.
"How long did you live here again, six or seven years?"
"I would have lived here seven years in July." I responded.
"I am sorry that harlot's boyfriend beat you up, and you were the one who ended up going to jail."
"It's ok. I'm glad it happened. I wasn't tending those plants Mr. H, they were tending me. My life is a thousand times better."
He gave me a look like a father proudly looks at his son.
We stood in 72 North Belvedere's apartment building hallway with the dark hardwood floors and the huge wooden stair case leading to the top apartments.
A siren started and we heard thunder in the distance.
"You ever think about dying Mr Harkins?"
"I think about going to Heaven and eating pork and beans with Saint Peter if that's thinking about dying."
"Yeah, I am sure glad to be alive."
"Me too, Brad."
"You wanna goto Huey's and eat, and then see my new place on Central, Mr Harkins?"
"Oh Lord, Brad," he put his hand on the wall and breathed hard.
It scared me, "what's wrong?"
Monday, April 26, 2010
laughter
I ate cashews and raisins i threw away earlier in the day from the garbage can. I have to run a mile tonight and my stomach is full and you are so fucked. maybe you shouldn't go, but you are going to go, i have to go. So stomach ach hate. I can do anything with my new tattoo on my neck. yeah that's all right.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I got an Iphone
I unlocked the door to my apartment and opened the mailbox to see red and green.
Mr Harkins unlocked his door and the door upstairs slammed shut.
I went into a dream.
I got an iphone.
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Mr Harkins unlocked his door and the door upstairs slammed shut.
I went into a dream.
I got an iphone.
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Friday, March 26, 2010
old man harkins and the sorcerer's stone
"I dont believe in the Super bowl, Brad" said Old Man Harkins.
We sat on the front porch on a cool summer evening and listened as the doves cooed and insects buzzed.
The sun was going down over the apartment buildings and we could hear kids playing down the street.
"If I had a DJ name it would be Bingo Belvedere," I said staring where the sun had been.
"What's an eee jay, Brad?" asked Mr. H.
"Nothing."
"This whole world is nothing, Brad," he said with a smile.
He had on old slacks, suspenders, and torn socks. His white t-shirt was soiled.
"Brad, when I was your age I was addicted to amphetamines."
We sat in the plastic green chairs and watched the cars go by.
"Mr. Harkins have you ever been in love?"
"Yes.......yes I have."
I looked over at him, and he looked into the darkening sky.
"I was in love for two months and we had Johnny."
"Oh yeah that's right, well what happened?"
"It was a nightmare, Brad." he said as he looked at his hand.
"Tell me about it."
"I hit her in anger."
"Isn't Johnny in Oak Ridge or Oak something where they have nuclear reactor?"
He looked at his hands and I picked up my diet coke can from besides the chair.
"We were a happy family"
We sat on the front porch on a cool summer evening and listened as the doves cooed and insects buzzed.
The sun was going down over the apartment buildings and we could hear kids playing down the street.
"If I had a DJ name it would be Bingo Belvedere," I said staring where the sun had been.
"What's an eee jay, Brad?" asked Mr. H.
"Nothing."
"This whole world is nothing, Brad," he said with a smile.
He had on old slacks, suspenders, and torn socks. His white t-shirt was soiled.
"Brad, when I was your age I was addicted to amphetamines."
We sat in the plastic green chairs and watched the cars go by.
"Mr. Harkins have you ever been in love?"
"Yes.......yes I have."
I looked over at him, and he looked into the darkening sky.
"I was in love for two months and we had Johnny."
"Oh yeah that's right, well what happened?"
"It was a nightmare, Brad." he said as he looked at his hand.
"Tell me about it."
"I hit her in anger."
"Isn't Johnny in Oak Ridge or Oak something where they have nuclear reactor?"
He looked at his hands and I picked up my diet coke can from besides the chair.
"We were a happy family"
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Crem de la Creamy
"You know my grandmothers name was Lilias."
"Oh you go by Lili, my grandmother did too."
"Hey, Ive never heard anyone else called Lilias besides my grandmother. What a beautiful name."
"lilias is a cool name, is that your boyfriend and you making all that noise?"
"Hey, uh you have a cool name, but you need to keep it down."
"Lilias, right? Hey uh, I don't want to embarrass you, but you keep me up all night."
"Hey Lady, I work for a living, so uh..yeah."
"Hey I don't give a shit what you want to be called, I'm calling you a rude cunt."
"Oh your is name Lilias, is his name Samson? You know from the Bible you obnoxious bitch."
"There is a story in the Bible where a wicked woman could not be quite -having sex all night long. Is that story about you? Her name was Lilias."
We met in the stairwell.
"Did you throw something at the ceiling this morning?"
I looked down.
"Stop listening to me fuck weirdo. Go sleep on your couch if it bothers you."
I was frozen in fear; I could not believe she was confronting me. I have played this moment over in my head 53 times. She just said fuck.
I mumbled.
"What did you say to me?" she said loudly.
I never noticed how intricate the wood trim was around the floor.
"What kind of name is Lilias?" I said.
I heard Old Man Harkins door being unlocked.
"How do you know my name? God you are creepy," she started to walk up the stairs.
"Sam, my boyfriend already doesn't like you staring all the time. You need to watch your back."
"Ok."
Mr. Harkins walked out and yelled, "Harlot," as she slammed her door.
There was a waterfall in my stomach. I want to be away from this place forever.
"She is something else. I heard the way she was talking to you. You did what was right, Brad, by not playing into her little game. Come inside I want to tell you a story about when I was your age."
"Oh you go by Lili, my grandmother did too."
"Hey, Ive never heard anyone else called Lilias besides my grandmother. What a beautiful name."
"lilias is a cool name, is that your boyfriend and you making all that noise?"
"Hey, uh you have a cool name, but you need to keep it down."
"Lilias, right? Hey uh, I don't want to embarrass you, but you keep me up all night."
"Hey Lady, I work for a living, so uh..yeah."
"Hey I don't give a shit what you want to be called, I'm calling you a rude cunt."
"Oh your is name Lilias, is his name Samson? You know from the Bible you obnoxious bitch."
"There is a story in the Bible where a wicked woman could not be quite -having sex all night long. Is that story about you? Her name was Lilias."
We met in the stairwell.
"Did you throw something at the ceiling this morning?"
I looked down.
"Stop listening to me fuck weirdo. Go sleep on your couch if it bothers you."
I was frozen in fear; I could not believe she was confronting me. I have played this moment over in my head 53 times. She just said fuck.
I mumbled.
"What did you say to me?" she said loudly.
I never noticed how intricate the wood trim was around the floor.
"What kind of name is Lilias?" I said.
I heard Old Man Harkins door being unlocked.
"How do you know my name? God you are creepy," she started to walk up the stairs.
"Sam, my boyfriend already doesn't like you staring all the time. You need to watch your back."
"Ok."
Mr. Harkins walked out and yelled, "Harlot," as she slammed her door.
There was a waterfall in my stomach. I want to be away from this place forever.
"She is something else. I heard the way she was talking to you. You did what was right, Brad, by not playing into her little game. Come inside I want to tell you a story about when I was your age."
Saturday, January 30, 2010
OLd Man HaRkiNs and the Explosion in the Night.
I looked at the ceiling where the noise was coming.
I thought I pictured it moving as she moaned. I hallucinated in the dark.
I turned on the lamp next to my bed and picked up a book from my night stand.
I read and the noise stopped.
"Some stud," I thought.
I looked at the ceiling.
I pictured a nuclear explosion lightening up the dark southern sky.
I would unlock the front door to my apartment with Old Man Harkins waiting with his pistol and me with 20 gauge shotgun in hand.
Him and Her would run down the stairs naked ready to die out in the field and the muck and the mud.
She will be crying and I will calm her down. He will be complaining about not having clothes, and I will hit him in the head with the butt of the shotgun. He will nakedly slide down the wall of the hallway in our apartment building.
She will scream as he head gushes blood and old Man Harkins will rightfully scream,
"Shut up stupid whore. He wouldn't have gotten hit if you werent fucking so much."
He acts as though he is going to hit her but waits for my approval. I shake my head no.
"Where are your goddamn clothes?" he asks.
She mutters something unitelligeable and I cup her breast and tell her it's going to be alright.
"It's going to be all right," I say.
She looks up at me like she has seen me for the first time ever.
Old man Harkins screams something unprintable as we hear the final explosion.
I layed in bed and pictured myself eating old Man Harkins and the lady from Apartment 2B to survive the nuclear holocaust.
I smiled as I heard her scream and the floor started to shake again.
I thought I pictured it moving as she moaned. I hallucinated in the dark.
I turned on the lamp next to my bed and picked up a book from my night stand.
I read and the noise stopped.
"Some stud," I thought.
I looked at the ceiling.
I pictured a nuclear explosion lightening up the dark southern sky.
I would unlock the front door to my apartment with Old Man Harkins waiting with his pistol and me with 20 gauge shotgun in hand.
Him and Her would run down the stairs naked ready to die out in the field and the muck and the mud.
She will be crying and I will calm her down. He will be complaining about not having clothes, and I will hit him in the head with the butt of the shotgun. He will nakedly slide down the wall of the hallway in our apartment building.
She will scream as he head gushes blood and old Man Harkins will rightfully scream,
"Shut up stupid whore. He wouldn't have gotten hit if you werent fucking so much."
He acts as though he is going to hit her but waits for my approval. I shake my head no.
"Where are your goddamn clothes?" he asks.
She mutters something unitelligeable and I cup her breast and tell her it's going to be alright.
"It's going to be all right," I say.
She looks up at me like she has seen me for the first time ever.
Old man Harkins screams something unprintable as we hear the final explosion.
I layed in bed and pictured myself eating old Man Harkins and the lady from Apartment 2B to survive the nuclear holocaust.
I smiled as I heard her scream and the floor started to shake again.
The neighbor
I heard her having sex most of the night and felt lonely and alone.
It was a Saturday, and i unlocked the front door with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Old man Harkins was pulling a garbage bag out his front door.
"Let me get that for you."
"I got it,' he responded.
I laughed, "Just this once let me help you."
"Ok, I really do appreciate it," he sounded tired and aged.
I went back into my apartment and sat my cup down on the coffee table and returned. I picked up the bag and Old Man Harkins, held open the solid Oak door to the apartment building.
We went down the walkway leading out to the street.
"You are such a good neighbor, always quit and helpful. You know that harlot upstairs kept me up all night. Sounded like she was rearranging the furniture."
He stopped and I stopped, he leaned backwards and held his back and I laughed.
"That whore can fuck," he said looking up to the second story window.
"Mr. Harkins, I'm sorry we made so much noise. I will keep it down next time."
I picked up the garbage and continued to walk to the street.
It was a Saturday, and i unlocked the front door with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Old man Harkins was pulling a garbage bag out his front door.
"Let me get that for you."
"I got it,' he responded.
I laughed, "Just this once let me help you."
"Ok, I really do appreciate it," he sounded tired and aged.
I went back into my apartment and sat my cup down on the coffee table and returned. I picked up the bag and Old Man Harkins, held open the solid Oak door to the apartment building.
We went down the walkway leading out to the street.
"You are such a good neighbor, always quit and helpful. You know that harlot upstairs kept me up all night. Sounded like she was rearranging the furniture."
He stopped and I stopped, he leaned backwards and held his back and I laughed.
"That whore can fuck," he said looking up to the second story window.
"Mr. Harkins, I'm sorry we made so much noise. I will keep it down next time."
I picked up the garbage and continued to walk to the street.
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