Post by The Wanderer on May 13, 2005 12:32:06 GMT -8
“Yeah?"
Yo, Gene! Long night no hear, bro. Found your digits rotting in the back of my wallet; thought I’d throw a line. How you likin’ it up in the man’s world?
“I tell ya, man, if I hear one more oot or aboot I’m liable to go red fuckin’ scary. I mean, seriously."
Yeah, well it’s your own damn fault. They’re callin’ you a ‘lousy cammy’ already over here.
“Cam’s a damn umbrella, with everyone scampering for cover while P. Siggy holds the handle, and some bigger fish holds him by the balls. What are we? Pussycats? I’m not afraid of a little rain."
Oh yeah? Then why’d you join up, unless you’ve gone all pussy on me.
“Yeah, so? I’ve been branded so many times, what’s one more label? I don’t give a shit. If it’ll make it easier to get gas, food and lodging in most places, I’ll carry their triple-A card. Pragmatism, is all.”
Lodging? You fixin’ to pull up stakes again? Hell, it’ll be good to have you back in the neighborhood, ya pussy.
“L.A.? Hell no. They say the war’s over, but that’s a load of propaganda. The war’s still on, it’s only that they redrew the battle lines.”
So, what? Back with the ‘Green Scene?’ I thought the reason you’re up with the Canucks was that things were too crazy there.
“Damn straight. Skateboarding snakes and guys named after pastries. At least there they keep their Dragons boxed-in, instead of giving them a seat on the board of directors. And it’s a helluva lot less uninteresting.”
So when you takin’ off?
“Not sure. After going through the whole ‘hello’ process, twice now, I know I need a hallpass before I can come calling to that town again; probably from Siggy himself, if my last experience was any indication. That’ll take some doing. A month or two, I figure.”
Listen to you. All institutionalized. You keep this up, you’ll be the one stealin’ the kids lunchmoney.
“Fuck you, man. Seriously, I didn’t go through all I have just to meld into the background. I’m going to make my own mark for me, not for or because of anyone else. Bank on it.”
Bank? Shit man, I wouldn't trust you with Lacroix’s trust fund. And I hate that cracker. Whatever. You end up back on the side of the Angels, you know where to look me up. Dig?
“Dig. Catch you later.”
The cell snapped closed. He looked at it for a beat, then strolled to the nearest dumpster in a back alley, slam dunking it to shatter against the rusty steel.
The book says, we may be done with the past, but the past ain’t done with us. The only way to start over, is to start over.
He wondered how many bridges he’d need to give to the torch.
Yo, Gene! Long night no hear, bro. Found your digits rotting in the back of my wallet; thought I’d throw a line. How you likin’ it up in the man’s world?
“I tell ya, man, if I hear one more oot or aboot I’m liable to go red fuckin’ scary. I mean, seriously."
Yeah, well it’s your own damn fault. They’re callin’ you a ‘lousy cammy’ already over here.
“Cam’s a damn umbrella, with everyone scampering for cover while P. Siggy holds the handle, and some bigger fish holds him by the balls. What are we? Pussycats? I’m not afraid of a little rain."
Oh yeah? Then why’d you join up, unless you’ve gone all pussy on me.
“Yeah, so? I’ve been branded so many times, what’s one more label? I don’t give a shit. If it’ll make it easier to get gas, food and lodging in most places, I’ll carry their triple-A card. Pragmatism, is all.”
Lodging? You fixin’ to pull up stakes again? Hell, it’ll be good to have you back in the neighborhood, ya pussy.
“L.A.? Hell no. They say the war’s over, but that’s a load of propaganda. The war’s still on, it’s only that they redrew the battle lines.”
So, what? Back with the ‘Green Scene?’ I thought the reason you’re up with the Canucks was that things were too crazy there.
“Damn straight. Skateboarding snakes and guys named after pastries. At least there they keep their Dragons boxed-in, instead of giving them a seat on the board of directors. And it’s a helluva lot less uninteresting.”
So when you takin’ off?
“Not sure. After going through the whole ‘hello’ process, twice now, I know I need a hallpass before I can come calling to that town again; probably from Siggy himself, if my last experience was any indication. That’ll take some doing. A month or two, I figure.”
Listen to you. All institutionalized. You keep this up, you’ll be the one stealin’ the kids lunchmoney.
“Fuck you, man. Seriously, I didn’t go through all I have just to meld into the background. I’m going to make my own mark for me, not for or because of anyone else. Bank on it.”
Bank? Shit man, I wouldn't trust you with Lacroix’s trust fund. And I hate that cracker. Whatever. You end up back on the side of the Angels, you know where to look me up. Dig?
“Dig. Catch you later.”
The cell snapped closed. He looked at it for a beat, then strolled to the nearest dumpster in a back alley, slam dunking it to shatter against the rusty steel.
The book says, we may be done with the past, but the past ain’t done with us. The only way to start over, is to start over.
He wondered how many bridges he’d need to give to the torch.
