Thursday, April 10, 2008

excerpt from new short story

Barry was blue, not sad, but bright blue.
he wore a lime green scarf with a checkered blue and white collared
shirt. his girlfriend bought his clothes mostly at the salvation army.
his girlfriend was skinny,akward, and referred to as the junk lady by most the town's
inhabitants. When they would drive around getting lost in the nearby cities
he'd yell at the top of his lungs "FIX YR FUCKIN STREETS DENVER!!!!!"
as they sunk in each pot hole. While driving over the speed limit by 8 miles, this was thier first rocky mountain adventure barry had been on since his days with the missionaries of his humble parish. In the foothills of the small village where he spent most of his devloping adolessence. when growning up he felt like he was unlike anyone.
Execpt when he was 12 yrs old he slipped his tongue on liqour and the neighborhood
was the stomping ground of fools. they'd run inside and get their fathers .357 handguns and point them at barry.
Mostly out of envy and jealously for barry was a true freeman, a true free spirit.
Unhindered by conventions or regulations

"anyone would hate someone with such vigor!"
he'd tell the junk lady
while turning down colfax
on the way to the riteaid to purchase chirstmas cards and hair brushes.
On nights barry had to hold down his part time job...his girl would go to the store and pick up some food at the local market.
she'd make
salads, tacos, mac n' chesse, homemade pizzas...
they ate on an air matress and watched
007 the ones with roger moore.
"I quite like this one...where dr. no's
layer is deep in the swizz alps..."
the junk lady would say
before thumb sucking and hair twirling would commense.
she told barry that the thumb sucking claimed her down.

....."it clams me."

why? yah look stupid doing it."

Well...I've been doing it for 25 fuckin years!!!"

"that's my probelm with it. you're 25!"


if they ever argued it was over trivial things like this.
Barry would masterbate whenever he could, usually when lilly
was in the shower once he did his dirty deed into a tissue.
then when the shower water turned off. ubruptly tuck his blue vien back into
his boxers, shove the kleenex in his left pants pocket.
the next day at the supermarket barry reached in his left pocket and sure enough pulled out a dry crusty tissue of self loathing.
It was right by the meat alse...self conscious of the fishy smell he picked
up a pack of shrimp...
"let's cook this with rice and a nice wine."
lilly was an excellent cook
she spent most of her time in the kitchen
mixing spices and herbs into grains and sauces.
the food always tickled Barry's throat and gut.
they'd spend an average of 40$ a week on booze.
Barry would drink white russians, Long Islands,mudslides, liqour 43,
jack and cokes, by the time Barry was 29 he already had two beer guts and was
working on a 3rd.
"mostly saving up for a rainy day with the grand children."

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