Wednesday, April 27, 2005

 

As I was on my way to the bus stop at the corner of Irving and ninth, I saw him again. This time without his bunny, and he had a few of his friends with him. He was with the junky kid, Billy, who sits in front of the Fireside cafe on Tuesday nights selling his beatnik book collection for dope money. He was with a fat man who always carries an attache case. I call him the councillour. The Councillour's girlfriend was in tow, a woman with tattoos on her face. She has these tribal markings on her face that look as if she did them herself, and whenever she smiles its like the graffitti you see on the underground. She's none too pretty, either, with most of her teeth missing and a laugh that sounds like a car wreck. Everytime she goes at it, you got to look, and when you do... you wish you hadn't and then you just keep on staring cuz its so doggone fantastic.

The three of them and my bunny boy were stumbling out of a coffee shop, acting like fools. Coffee can do that to the insane. I bet they hadn't eaten. Add coffee to the mix, along with whatever else they pump into their systems, and they can howl all night.

Bunny boy saw me and cocked his head like a puppy after a weird sound.

"You've lost your cell phone havent you?" he asked me. "You've lost your cell phone and one of your best friends has gone missing, isn't that right? She was the last person you talked to on that phone, too."

He was right. I'd had my bag stolen a week ago and in it were some personal items I could live without, a book about screenwriting, a Japanese movie on dvd called "Tetsuo: The Iron Man" and my cell phone.

"What do you know about it?" I said

He giggles and says "aaw, you miss her? well, I may know where she went..."

posted by Hog 8:17 AM