"And then what happened?"
"Well. . . I went to the gym and then took a long walk and then went to my mother's house and helped her put up some screens."
"That's not much of a story."
"I got one of my prescriptions refilled. Q was on the phone while I was sitting in line and said I should ask them which doctor prescribes the most Xanax."
"You're not even getting warm."
"Then I went home and I ate some sardines and drank a beer and took a nap."
"Why do I even bother talking to you?"
"I don't know."
"Did you meet up with your friends for happy hour?"
"Oh, yes."
"Did anything happen there?"
"Well. . . yea. We had drinks and some people got drunk and one woman passed out at the table. She slept with her head on her arm for about two hours. They had to put her in someone else's car and drive her home. She was drinking big martinis which is always a mistake."
"Did you have fun?"
"Oh. . . sure. Everyone decided we will go to Mexico City together in the spring. We all have an itch to travel again. When I got home, though, one of the women had posted a photo of me she took after putting her big Chanel sunglasses with the gold chain on me and the kids from the factory started in. Hulk Hogan, they said. Hollywood Hulk. Then they started posting photos of wrestlers with bleach blond hair. Turns out there are a lot of them. I told them it was better this way. I usually look like Quasimodo, I said, so this is fine. But they won't let up. They are still posting to the group this morning. I started to write that haters gotta hate, but I thought better of it."
"So you are feeling better, huh?"
"I guess so. I think I should stop drinking again, though. I can drink them all under the table--and did--but, you know. . . this morning. . . ."
"Yea, you should probably stop drinking."
"Yea. But you know. . . ."
"Yea. I know."
This is a great dialogue. I just finished reading "Rameau's Nephew" by Denis Diderot and this is as good if not better. I have been in Covid quarantine for a week now and as you know it messes with your ability to concentrate and communicate with any semblance of coherence. I have been binge watching movies “Nightmare Alley,” the old “Dirty Harry” series, “Bullitt,” “The French Connection.”
ReplyDeleteActually, I read “Rameau’s Nephew” right before I caught the breakthrough Covid so maybe it was that garrulous old French fucker that gave it to me.
I know the group and I could probably tell you exactly which one of them passed out drunk. She almost always does that. It is a pattern behavior that absolves the drinker of responsibility for anything that might take place that evening whether Baby it is cold outside or not.
You are good at this and should take more pictures and write more. I am done with my quarantine and have to show back up to work up in Trump Village where I spackle on make-up, rouge, and mascara and don knee socks and a kilt to work in the skin trade. It is the last week and an embarrassing way for a old man to be earning his drinking money. You may ask me why I do it or if I am any good at it. Like the feller says in Nightmare Alley when he is asked to perform as a geek: “I was born for it.”
Keep that sunny side up and that greasy side down and we’ll catch you on the flip side.
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You got the Vid? So sorry. I’d like to see a photo of you in a skirt, knee socks and mascara. ❤️
CS. Oh. I would certainly consider Ms. Swift if the harassment continues. And do her dance with the message. Well. Maybe that’s me.
Unless it will totally screw up the roommate situation in Mexico City. Then you must suffer. 🥳