Wednesday, July 13, 2005

 

"P_____ remembers"

No one befriends him. No one that wants to be seen with anyone else that is, and when he walks by, people don't say hello, they just keep on walking and pretend he wasn't standing right there. He'll ask the time, or quote the book. He hasn't got many friends, at least. I see him with some folks every now and again, but mainly he skulks around corners and peers out at me like I was supposed to know him and kindly offer him a cigarette or even some of my slurpee.

We used to be friends, me and him, but I stopped calling him on his telephone and he forgot my name after a while. It's all good, I think he's lost his mind. Someday he'll eventually realize I was always the one who said the nice things to him, not like the his new friends. not like the man with the stuffed rabbit, or the junky he's associated with. Maybe he's got a new job, cuz I've seen him with a man who carries a suitcase around town and a tie around his neck. Ther's also been a woman with a circus face and a big belly. she aint pregnant with his baby is she? Aw, what do I care anyways?

Could he be part of the Association's henchmen? It seems like he's following some of my acquaintances around town, just watching and writing things in his little book. I even saw him with a guitar on the corner of 16th and Jurado near the Russian bakery that sells them sweet little powdered cookies that can be dipped in day old coffee even when the powder gets all up in my face and makes me sneeze like I was drinking Vernor's. I saw him with his guitar singing and I watched. he stayed put when I yelled at him to play some skynyrd.

posted by Hog 8:55 AM