February 9, 2010
i’m not gonna talk to you, i just wanna get some thai food.
don’t judge me, you hear me. i got nothing to say to you.
my mistake, i just thought, well, you know that you were going to ask me for something.
i’m might, but not now. i might, but no, i’m hungry, move.
maybe on the way back i’ll hit you up, no, never mind.
seems like an honest mistake, you were coming right at me, looking at me.
i’m getting my food and not looking at you anymore, let me be.
when I’ve got some thai food, i’ll get energy and then shake rattle my cup.
i drove by you and you didn’t even look at, man, i looked right at you, you just thrust your arm out at the last minute and
rattled your cup.
February 8, 2010
It’s all there exactly as we left it only now its all in boxes faded and priced to sell.
It served me well when I needed it and it served us each as it was made to do.
It’s missing something or marred a bit, but it’ll go well.
Just throw it away.
It’s all there arranged as I left them only now the walls are gone and the rain pours in.
It served me well when I needed it and it did just what it was supposed to do.
It’s an eyesore or a living rotting work of art I suppose.
Just burn it down.
It’s all there somewhere as I remember it being, but it only comes out just all wrong.
It’s served me well when I needed it and they do what I wanted them to do.
It’s my brain playing tricks on me as I say the exact same things.
Just bury me.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Chamberlain County, Choking Doberman, Gagging Chihuahua, Short Story, Tad
February 7, 2010
Tad and I were headed back to his or the “safe” side of the river. Although, he was also just a “come here” in his own right, Tad enjoyed a unique status as a local curiosity. He was a true individualist with a heart of gold and not a judging bone in his body so when he and I were out in the Choking Doberman on his side of the river, we essentially got a free pass. The only problem is that we weren’t on his side of the river. We were still on my side where we enjoyed very few privileges aside from the occasional flirtatious glance from a local girl, but this only added fuel to the fire – I’ll get to that later. For now we were about one half mile from the turn off to the Rassanutten River bridge that connected Chamberlain and Leister counties. We were popping homemade cassettes of our fledgling band in and out of the tape deck when we saw the flickering red of a cherry top coming up fast behind us. With the Doberman in this county in this condition with Tad and I inside, we were in for a long night.
Of course we pulled over. Tad was behind the wheel this time as he was sober and I usually took over only when he had somehow procured alcohol which was not the case tonight. We waited as the large vehicle pulled up behind us and basically blinded us with the high set lights of an overly raised, ridiculously ramped up off road vehicle. Tad and I giggled nervously as we waited. I suppose he was doing a plate check. We had nothing to hide and no reason to scramble so we just sat their waiting for our fate. I swear it must have been about ten minutes. Tad finally turned off the car…
“What the hell are you two doin?”
Was all we heard as we were startled into looking out Tad’s window into the close set eyes of twitchy double barrel shotgun. No lie.
