Saturday, February 13, 2010

car and a hose


alcohol methadone, knocked on the door but nobody's home. high on the streets now not on life. it's cold. used to be somebody telling people things but he never owned a car. something about cars in his head well he found his father and little brother dead in the back of one when he was a kid. that's probably it but aside from that he was okay. went to work every day in a suit, he had a girlfriend. she was cute and they lived together in an apartment. it was small and there were mice in the walls but they were happy and they cooked sometimes dinner or breakfast and they rented videos from the shop downstairs. then she was gone and instead of a beer in front of the tv he had two, he had three. kept missing the train and the rent was too much on his own and he didn't like to iron his clothes. what happened after that? nobody knows but now he's here and he's getting off the junk but it's hard, it's hard. he's weak in the body and he doesn't have any shoes and he wants to see a movie and sleep with a girl in a bed. he wants a friend who's not schizophrenic or otherwise fucked in the head. he wants new clothes and a job and a wife and a kid but he knows that waiting for him at the end of the road inside of a garage there will be a car and a hose.

10 comments:

  1. depressing ending. add something about a butterfly or a rainbow inside that car or like, a twenty he finds on the floor mat. you sparkled and you shine.

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  2. oh shit yeah, shoulda done that. like a talking butterfly that's all tripped out on acid and it could be all "whoa, whoa, why am i talking?" and then the guy could look right into the camera and say "well whadya know? a talking butterfly. i guess anything's possible in this mixed up crazy world"

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  3. good and depressing, yeah

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  4. not depressing. honest. bright and honest and like needles and holes and cracks and the no shoes yeah. like that. i hope you're putting these together into manuscript form. very very very. fuck yeah. good.

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  5. thanks x, r, bw, and rk.

    rk, nope. i just type everything straight into blogger and hit send and there it is. if blooger ever bloogs out then everything will be gone. i should make a books on tape.

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  6. oh, i just thanked myself. feels good.

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  7. Fuck all this nonsense about happy endings, unless you write something about jaudaral. Then fine. I like your darkside, you secret rhymer, you. I see those rhymes! You cannot fool me.

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  8. I would love to hear some books on tape of this stuff. I'm "outgc".

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  9. Thanks, rollerfink.

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  10. Yeah, no happy endings! NO. HAPPY. ENDINGS. Cars and hoses are perfectly acceptable. I really like how this ends.

    And how it begins. Especially that.

    "alcohol methadone, knocked on the door but nobody's home. high on the streets now not on life."

    A re-read and I notice that it rhymes. Sounds a little like a Mother Goose song I was taught when I was younger. Alcohol and nostalgia - It's a contrast that's making me feel weird and exposed.

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