Barversations # Gustav Revisted

Tony looks over at the screen on the right. The cars are all shiny, painted up and going in circles...

“Do you think they get discounts?”

“I’m sure of it.”

I look to the screen on the left. It’s a horse race in progress. It’s getting neck and neck and the lead horse shits and then kicks it right into the face of second horse and knocks the horse out. The jocky goes flying like a squirrel monkey in a clown outfit.

“What did they feed that horse?”

The Bartendress walks by and Tony says, “Hey can you get American movie classics on this?”

“Sure.” She picks up a remote and flips the channel. Buster Keaton is...

“Rock on!”

“Is that Chaplin?”

“No man that’s Buster Keaton.”

“Hmm, Not sure.” Tony scratches his chin, “Is it the guy hanging from the clock above the city?

“No that’s Harold Llyod.”

“He ever work with a fat guy?”

"Yeah back in the day."

“Get away from me kid. I loved that guy.”

“No Buster was stuck with Arbuckle. You’re thinking of W.C. Fields.”

“Oh.”

We watch for a while.

“Did you know that W.C. Fields movies were used to tell other Nazi’s to kill the Jews, among other things.”

“What are you talking about?”

"Well the whole structure of the program would take to long to describe now, but there’s a short called the Barber. W.C. plays a Barber and a large Jewish man comes in he says “I heard you have a sauna... if I don’t loose some weight my wife is going to leave me.” Fields places him in a sauna, then runs out side and kicks a machine on and yells come on ethel.” I take a drag, “It’s not hard to figure it out. When the man is let out, he’s looks like he’s been in Auschwitz, he comes out pointing and says, “I’ll show you someday.” It’s from 1933. Hitler was stood up just like Oswald. Well you know that movie about the Native Americans who broke the code breakers?"

"Yeah I saw that, that’s a good movie."

"Well I looked into W.C. it's hard to find stuff about Mack Sennett but anyhow Feilds' Grandson went into his secret bunker that his grandmother forbid anyone to go into and well, he collected his writings and notes and made a book out of them. In one letter to Eddie Cantor."

"Who that?"

"A comedian." Tony nods and I continue on, "The Letter is addressed to "the killer of christ." and signed "A true Christian."

"Shit."

"In all fairness his wife was worse."

The phone rings . The Bartendress picks it up and says, "Thanks for calling Dragon’s Diner."

Silence.

“Sure yeah you can pick up the sand bags, that’d be great because were suppose to get our first order since Gustav and it’s a big one.”

I turn to Tony, “Do you know how easy it would be to get the city back and running again and not have to waist so much money on taxi’n people back and forth. Not to mention the stress, a friend of mine said in Tennessee they held in a church with cops outside. The city was still allowed to do whatever they want but if you were from here. You were on lock and loaded lock down. He asked to leave and they said they will arrest him. He was stuck. And so well it’s military and churches they’re taken our people to and well all the cities, states and churches are looking for is well a tax right off and to make people from here crazy. Are they getting a tax right off on our tax dollars in another state? I think so.”

"What are you talking about?"

I look at the screen. I watch Buster Keaton…

"Well, look the last three nights I have called every hotel and motel in the city. And I asked them how many rooms do you have in your building and I wrote it down and then I added it up."

"What did you get?"

"The same amount of people evacuated plus a few more."

"So what you’re saying is let the people stay in the city."

"Well behind walls that can protect you sure."

"Do you think the marriot or the days inn would really let a bunch of homeless, poor people and gangsters or mentally ill people or crack heads stay in their hotels?"

"If the national guard is on every floor. If that makes you feel more secure. Who cares? I’m sure the hotels would get double the money and that means less people on the streets on both sides, secured and well helped. You have right now about twelve empty building around city hall that could all get knocked down and then built into a tower where you have a floor for doctors, you have a floor for eating… and not like the super dome."

Tony looks at me and smiles and takes a drink to that, "That’s not a bad idea you could get the city open quicker."

"They could make it like you’re staying in the Deluxe Ritz, all the windows are enforced and the roof is big enough to land twelve helicopters if things get bad."

"That’d be smart."

“Now if it was made big enough, or had a bunch of them in the middle of states prone to these kinds of disasters."”

“No one will go for it.”

“It would cost too much? From who You? Me? There is a thing called insurance and well as we know there are babies and people who are going to have them well then we know there will always be jobs and workers right?”

“What?” Tony rubs his nose, “I never understand what you are talking about.”

“I’m talking about greed, to cut someone off, to say what to them? You’re worth nothing? Of course not because we bank on natural resources not people. People just want to destroy people for the most part.”

The Bartendress, ask us if would like anything to eat.

“Just another New Castle please.”

“You got it.”

“You know if they made a rule that people who live in the city work with the army to help rebuild the city after the storm and they get certificates that helps people, one learn a skill, and then two get a job or get union access.”

Being there comes on.

“Alright! Being There!” I turn to Tony , “You’ve seen it?”

Tony says “What is it?”

“Oh man, what have you been in a coma, well let me buy the next round. You’ll love it.”

“Hey!”

Everyone looks over at a man sitting by himself. He making sure we're looking. He eye's everyone to make sure we're looking at him.

"Do you know what it is like to sit on your roof for days, pissing in the flood then watching people float by? Not sure if it's your neighbor?or someone you knew? looking at your neighbors roof tops not sure if they made it out, though you knew they were in town and all you saw was an empty roof, were they in the attic with enough room and air. Where they dead? Then the pains of having to take a shit, holding it in long enough, hoping someone gonna' come save your ass... then when you've said 'had enuff' you shit off your own roof, some folks I know for 30 years had to watch me shit off my own roof from across the street, I hollered to make sure no one was watching and then I went to the back yard side of the roof and I never felt so damn strange in my life..."

Silence fell in and no one said anything just the TV continued on.

Barversations: What The Price is?

The door burst in. Steve limps past us holding up one shoe and says, “When I find that lady that doesn’t pick up after her dog, I’m going to shit, Right on her porch!” He makes his way to the bathroom. The bar laughs.

Steve sticks his hand out for the door. “I’m serious, and when I do?” He opens the door turns back at the bar, “You’ll know exactly who this bitch is.” Steve vanishes behind the closing door.

Smiles return to moments before and the conversations continue again.

Howard talking to the Bartender, “What the hell, I’ve looked for love in the newspapers, I’ve called those chat lines, I’ve done the craigslist and a bunch of those other sites, I even tried my luck at facebook and myspace, you know looking for a relationship but all I can find is people who are interesting who I have no desire to make love to and hookers to fuck who have no personality.”

The bathroom door opens Jays leaving with his head turned back, “Oh I know.”

Jay sits back at the bar to the right of Susan, she lifts her beer, “All he knows is it’s a big dog and a little woman.”

Jay puts a finger out, “Excuse me Miss.” he lifts the bottom of his shirt to his nose, sniffs then drops his shirt, “Good, felt damp just wanted to make sure it was water.”

Susan says, looking at her drink, “It’s one big free range kennel.”

Randy turns to Frank, “What do you do for a living?”

“I cook and occasionally screw up people’s orders so I can get something to eat.”

Randy takes a drink, “That only works for a while, be careful. All you need is a kid to walk in looking for a job after a screw up with a loud ninny.”

The TV plays on today’s distractions, a static that no one is paying attention to.

The Bartender says to Howard, “Well I know 2 things that equal one, if the bar is full before it rain’s I make the same amount of money if it’s a hot day.”

Butte, turns from the end of the bar, “I mean what are they making off life? Is this a diving board or a plank you got me on?”

Laughter.

“I say dear god let me swan dive if they’re going to give me the heave ho. Kiss my ass!” He throws his hand up like it’s full of glitter.

One squeaky shoe is heard coming from the bathroom. Steve sits next to Susan.

In front of her next to her drink is a tiny plush duck the size of a fist.

Steve points at The Duck, “What that is?”

Susan, “It’s a duck.”

“Some one give you that?”

“No I bought it.”

“You like ducks?”

“Not especially it was so raise money for curing a disease.”

“We sho’ need some. D’s Doctors only care to make you sick and keep you that.”

Susan points at the duck, “Here’s what I wonder, now how much of the money does this little stuffed animal I bought actual go towards… you know a cure… so it costs this much to make, got to pay for the labor you know, and then well shipping, receiving, then sent out, you need head quarter people, phone people who file, and of course you got to pay for advertising and office materials… don’t forget, buttons, t-shirts and bumper stickers. So when you pay 6 dollars for this little I am changing the world! You actual put 2 scents towards helping some one other than that you just help the organization get by till the next fiscal season.”

You can hear little drips from Steve’s wet shoe.

He looks at the duck then looks at Susan then back to the duck, “Ain’t that a bitch.”

Jay lifts his shirt to his nose again and sniffs his eye’s looking toward the brim of his hat still holding his shirt; dropping it he swivels out and makes his way to the bathroom.

Susan looks at the TV but only hears silence.

Barversations # I knew this one chick pt.1

Category: Life
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I knew this one chick, who every part of her looked like a potato her nostrils looked like potato’s, the bulb of her nose nose looked like a potato. Her cheeks, forehead., her chin, I mean everything, even her fingers looked like a bunch of spuds. She never had sex and her boyfriend said all she let’s me do is titty fuck her. I said do you use canola or do you spit?



Wonder if he ever got her in the eye. I think it’s the funniest thing and I’ve done it and it was during the pull out method, I shoot so far if there on their back, I’ sure to get them in the face.

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You should offer goggles.

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They laugh, take drinks and feel the cool.


Actually there was this other chick, she looked like a hog, and well I did her everywhere one night and I kept getting chills when we did it face to face.


Daryll stirs a bit in his seat.


Her face felt dead. I felt a dead person before and her face felt dead. The rest of her was warm, her pussy was warm but her face felt dead, never did it with her again.


silence.

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Daryl says man you ever been with some real spooky women?

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Nothing more than one, who would binge drink and would pass out while we’re fuck’n. Felt like I was with a corpse. I said fuck this and jerk off in the bathroom.

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Yeah I been with a few girls like that, pill and boozes, was she taken pills too?

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Sure was poppin'm like they were mike and ike’s.

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Silence.

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Daryl drops his drink and runs the cool water on the back of his neck, “There was, well I hope she’s ok but she was stressed hard by the neck runners and well she once said she wanted me to kill her by eating her alive.

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Fuck that, drop that pan.

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No it was strange man, I tried to help her, it was crazy, I started to cry while I was still in her and she was like come on and started groping me.

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What?

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Yeah, she was an agent of sorts.

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What’cha mean?

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She tried to turn me into a killer.

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I met them widows.

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I once gave myself a concussion to get this crazy woman off me, I hit myself in the head and said is this what you want? She backed up off me, and I said well go on with your dumb self, she went to the bar all night and I sat up with a pillow in the corner, propped myself up so my head wouldn’t hang and I wouldn’t fall over.

Barversations # An open day.

Barversations # An open day.

The open bar lets the air and sounds in. Horses, donkeys and wagon wheels, the jingle of strap connections and a mist of conversations passing, while the barker yells the deals and offerings. Everyone at the bar is from out of town, they’re not saying anything they just watch the locals as if they were invisible and on set in the middle of a play.

Dennis who works hospitality at the strip club next door walks up to Martin, the bike delivery guy and asks if he can get some mustard packs.

Martins’ in everyone’s business so he asks, “What’chew want with mustard packs.”

The Barker out front yells, “Chicken Teriyaki egg rolls!”

Martin reaches into the bin and Dennis reply’s, “She only eats mustard packs.”

From outside, “Southwest egg rolls!”

“Here y’uh go.” Martin drops a handful in Dennis’s hand, “Is this for a girl in VIP?”

Dennis nods.

Martin laughs, “When I worked at one place I new this one girl who said she’d suck any mans cock with some avocado on it.”

Dennis laughs, “I think I know her sister.”

“Shrimp Quesadilla’s!”

Martin turns like he does laughing and leaving the conversation to look at the straw bins and napkin stock. Dennis turns sticking the packets into his pocket as he makes his way out the door.

Randal sitting in the door way takes his hat off and fans his face, he takes the towel off his shoulder, wipes his brow then slings it back over his shoulder, he puts his hat back on and watches for a woman he knows to give a hug or a friend to shake hands with as he sits with menu’s on his lap.

“Get’char self some Onion rings!”

Martin turns to the cook DJ on the other side of the grill; he leans close to the splattered glass, “So you ever get it cleared up?”

DJ flips the burger, presses on it, stands back, still looking at the burger, “Naw.”

“Catfish, crawfish, surf and turf how you want it!”

Martin, snuffs at the air and says, “Hope nuff, sure really soon.”

“Roast Beef Poboy’s!”

Nobody said anything, the burger sizzled, a 10 speed bike coasted by and the Barker told a couple to get a cold drink in them. Martin turned the volume up on the TV, “What seams to be the old Three Card Monty system you see on barded streets and in prison’s has hit home. It has become the norm for politicians and Families to play this game via projection analysts, lenders looking for the loop hole and the guy holding the ring of fire.”

“Get a corn dog and a beer! We got alligator, it’s great with salsa!”


Someone from outside yells, “You got tit’s and pussy in there!”


The Barker yells, “Just a glory hole with your mother on the other side!”


It was pretty much silence, the TV rattled on, some metal to metal could be heard. Ice cubes in glasses and a drink or a slurp. The barker skidded in the doorway and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "12 o’clock! Then jumped back."

Everyone listened and heard them. A big group of woman were coming. Like it was craps, Martin said to himself, “Come on honey’s let that ass bounce and those heels click.” Everyone cocked an eye to outside; Randal ready’d the menus, raising one and the Barker Started up

“If you’re thirsty we can fix that! If you’re Hungry we can help! We got 10 kinds of Burgers! Hot Sausage how you want it! PoBoys how you like it! Ten kinds of French fries even Chili Cheese with Shrimp and cocktail sauce! Chicken Ceasar Wraps! CheeseSteaks! Chicken Parm… Chicken Parmigee… We got Chicken hoagie’s with marinara sauce! Lady ignore that ham sandwich in your purse and come on in and get a foot long hotdog!”

DJ tops the burger on a square of foil; tops it: cheese, tomato’s, onions, pickles, he splashes it with tiger sauce; lays the top on and fold’s it 6 ways quickly into a present, places it on the counter and yells, “Burger for Jesse!”

Martin still looking at where the women passed, The Barker taps his palms against his hips like a sea lion watching the women bustle down the block. Martin turns to a visitor at the bar, “If they had looked in? One of us would have gotten laid. Who ever orders the hot dog is the one to buy a beer and work from there.”

DJ points in the air with the spatula dripping, “Depending on what time it is, who you go for is ‘the appetizer girls.’ They know what it’s like to drink, eat, and fuck.”

Randal slaps the menus with the menu, “You never know, the finest chick out of the bunch, could be like a deer in a head light and the ugliest one, could pull off some Vanessa Del Rio shit!”

“You can get a meat lovers as a poboy or in a tortilla!”

Martin blurts, “What are you talk’n about all you can get is the ugly one’s.”

Randal opened his mouth and looked at Martin like it was nothing, “Yeah just like your daddy liked the taste of your momma’s ass on my cock.”

A stranger at the bar blew beer out his nose. Everyone else laughed or thought of a get away. Martin turned red, and didn’t say anything outside of under his breath.

Randal slapped the menu’s and looked away saying to the street, “You’re mama or neighbor told you about that one huh? Sho’nuff I can make it happen. Your momma sure is a loud one ain't she.”

“Get a Who Dat Burger! Get A Hang Over Burger!! We got nachos in so many ways’ it would make ....Mexico.... an island! We got chicken wings! Hot! BBQ! Honey Mustard! Spicy! Spicy and Sweet! Plain if you want it that way we’ll make it that way. We can make a hot dog how ever you like, if you’re German we got American sour kraut, if you’re from Asia we got south west egg rolls, they’re delicious, if you’re a Norwegian, Sweden or Swiss we got chocolate chips cookies freshly baked with chips the size of diamonds in closed auctions and if your from Finland we got a Hey you in a wrap, a burger, a hoagie, a poboy, and as a cheese steak! If you want a burnt foot long hot dog? We'll burn your dog, your burger or what ever meat or vegetable you want! You can get a spicy blackened Chicken! Get a Chubby burger! A Bayou Chicken Hoagie! We’ll make it for you!”

A voice from the street to the barker, “What’s on that?”

The Barker, “I haven’t a clue, go inside and ask the cook.”


Drunk as fuck #2 yells, “You got spam?”


The Barker, “That’s a poor man’s pocket pussy fool. We serve food.”


Two women walk in. Everyone but DJ looks to be seen. DJ says to Dorris, “Hey there you want the usual?”

Doris “You know it baby.”

“I got you.”


Doris turns to DJ and give a wink, then turns to her friend and says, “Here’s a real man, he ain’t tug on your arm while pulling on his dick.”

Dorris’ friend, “Like he’s got one the size of your arm.”


“Even if he has a dick the size of your arm he wouldn’t know how to use it. He just one of those broke bitches that runs around I got a big dick, come check this! And let me show you I don’t know how to use it!”


Doris’ friend, “I tell’m go home and fuck your momma some more that’s the only reason she keeps you around.”


Everyone seams not to know what to say, DJ keeps at it making there, plates, “I knew this one chick who all she could was find was big dick’d mother fuckers, she said it was like she could feel’em in her stomach. And all they do is pound and pound. Now where’s the pleasure in that?”


Doris’ friend, “Tell her to tell them to get into porn with coke heads, junkie’s or tweekers who don’t eat, so they ain’t got nothing to worry about but taking away their hunger pains.”


A man rose from the bar and said, "There are some men though that know how to work it and some women that like it."


No one said anything they just looked up at the customer, he took his plate tossed it into the trash can and walked outside pulling a cigar from inside his jacket and disappeared beyond the door frame.

Barversations: # a series of

A man approaches the bar from the closing door with a fly swatter in one hand saying “Bastards are worse than the devil; they annoy you when you’re already in heaven." The bartender point's and grabs for the wild turkey.

The regular swivels the seat, sits down with a swing picking up his drink and continue's, "bed bugs, mosquito's, cockaroaches, fruit fly's, regular flies, the bastards. I'll figure out an easier way to get them."

The old man that never says anything, "Ah you've met those agent whore's too..."

Bob says to the bartender with a point to him then at the TV, "Put it on What We Want TV. Is the 3 stooges or is Benny hill on?"

“Some day we all may need to carry a fly swatter around. Like they did in China.”

“I woke up twice staring at a cockaroach staring at me, and I was having weird dreams. It just sat there waving it's Anetta's at me, I mean I open my eyes and the first thing I see is a damn bug. Why. Damn it.”

Bob blurts, “Since I started drinking Evan Williams instead of Heaven hill I got solid shit’s again.” He grinned at his drink and took another swig.

The bear hits me on the arm with his paw and belches, “The road is the best book with the dumbest ending… the apocalypse happens and only Christianity survive… that dooms to repeat. Fuck that shit, that’s like having 10 pineapple chucker’s living above you… you think you live under a cage of elephants.”

Everyone started talking.

"Be careful of Samoan’s… They’ll use your head for a recliner or a recycle bin!"

The old man who never says anything, "They play the game just like any kind of human."

"Yeah, Yeah and the guy who started SNL can turn you into a million cannoli's"

"Pa-tong-in-uh-mo" means fuck your mother in philipino."

"My best friends grandmother use to live in a shanty in the back of the house, and I'd stay over nights and she would piss in a bucket in front of me and rub it all over her self."

"Maybe “The Road” was written for intellectuals at the board."

"I’m so tired of that tricky pony. Say it straight like a laid out series of cards.

“Yeah right like people can’t get over Regis shows, American Idol, Survivor and Lost.”

I blame “cheaters” “the fifth wheel” and “love line” or “love bus” or what ever they call it. Sex in the city and other chick lit, they made women a nation of jealous hound dogs that care more about the things they are given and rejoice in the thumbnail they’ve made of a man.”

Bob smiles at himself, “No more preparation h or sandpaper ass.”

A guy twitching at the end of the bar says, “What if you are into bukkake and you find a hot picture of a real fine chick getting sprayed by a horse’s cock and you jerk it to it but your not looking at the horse’s cock you are looking at the chick… now does that mean you are into bestiality?”

Nobody says anything.

The old man who never says anything gives a small chuckle, takes a drink and exhales, "MADD mothers pay off the cops."

“Dude I got a story for you I knew this guy who was a pot head and had a girlfriend who told him to pose with a dildo for a photo as if it was his cock after she got him drunk. Then on another night she got him drunk again after he got stoned and another guy was there and applauded on, she said pose with the Chihuahua and the dildo and she took more pic’s, She said to him when she picked up the photo’s they looked at her weird.”

“No shit?”

Bob, “A bunch of shit is what happened.”

“Well the Dude got blamed for a crime he didn’t commit, he was just trying to make his lover and friend laugh, that big purple vibrator was no where close to his real dick.”

“So he had to do a Michael Jackson?”

“No someone paid off someone and well… he got tortured publicly and the cops didn’t do shit. Last time I saw him he just mumbled to me, that wasn’t my dick, I just wanted to make Laura laugh.”

“The sucker didn’t get a trial?”

“Nope they joseph k’d him.”

“Damn that sounds like the anti Christ, which I believe is a movement of people not a person.”

The old man who never says anything, “Right?… everybody has their Christ and their Anti-Christ and they both have their followers.”

I say, "People babble at me and are trying to make me look like the anti-christ."

an agent of the suffering, thinks ignore and bangs his elbows on the bar and says,"...

The old man that never says anything, yells "Hit that man with the swatter!"

Barverstions # An epilogue in the middle, the beginning or climax?

Barverstions # An epilogue in the middle, the beginning or climax?
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WSB - The world is in danger, people think the only thing that matters is the company they keep, if you got love and money sure, if you don’t… well you’re…

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[Barvesations an epilogue in the middle, the beginning or climax?]


Jonas walks up next to me and pulls out a stool, he sits down then jumps like a worm in an eat’n out bean, “Ah hells, god’s damn it.”


I exhale towards the bottles, "What’s wrong?"


He rustles himself on to the cushion, squinting and old patatoe face he bubbles, “AH FUCK!… Well this morning… ahhh… When I grabbed for the preparation H, I got the muscle rub ointment instead.”


I take a drink, and say, “Been there. You should get a hooker.” I slide what was suppose to be my next beer over to him and say, “And don’t use the internet for Christ sakes. It’s easier to pay off a cop then piss off a bunch mal adjusted women who are afraid to fuck and men who think they might get a fancy pretending them selves to be sympathetic heart. ”


Jonas lights a smoke,"I’ve met men like that. A bunch of men who can’t or are to worried of really learning to pop cans and plunge toilets.” He picks up the beer takes a swig, wipes the sweat on his pants, swallows and says, “them kind of women ain’t no kind of woman neither.”


I smiled and took a drink, “I just wonder if their pussies get wet when they get around and torment someone?”


I say, "Well do you know what happens when they're palnning?"


A voice comes out from behind us, "I'd say yo to them, you'd look good cooked on a spit, then i'd leave you for the flies. You already act like one."


The bartender wipes the counter, “Every bar should have little packets of Preparation H in the first aid kit and in the bathroom.”

HERE! HERE! From those along the counter listening but doing nothing but listening, even the old hookers at the digital poker machines turned and gave a salute.


I take a drink, “Just make sure the place has a good soap dispenser and can get at least warm water.”

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Barversations: AKA Bar vers at ions #oilspill

Barversations: AKA Bar Vers at ions #oilspill & more.

“What would you do?” Carl Simon asks.

He sits up in the chair, his back still crooked as he pushes himself from the bar and sits the way he rests, “I’d send in subs and do deep sonar imaging. To see how the topography of the well looks, peaks and valleys. Then do some drilling to suck from the reserve in places that weaken the flow from the leak to make capping it much easier. I know Obama said no more off shore drilling but this is just a thought I’ve had. What I would do is when the leak can be capped then synchronize with the other’s and shut it off. Then figure out how to make sure nothing like this can happens again.”

He lights his cigarette again, “If offshore drilling is to ever take place? One way to keep it safe is to keep subs in triangle formation around ‘em, doing 360 digital imaging for miles and miles and with quick camera drones out their in contact with each other, with sonar that allows substance rendering and of course execution capabilities if need be. And make sure they move on small batteries to spin cylinders and run primarily on water propulsion and can feed the battery to quicken each other to a need be place… know what they mean?”

The Reporter laughs like most do they laugh out of fear and hope, though he’s sincere, “Be stealth.” He get’s off the stool, note pad and pen still jotting. “Any other Idea’s?”

“I’ll try and figure out how to word the expandable tubing with glue gun technology with metal installation that moves back in forth to create warmth enough to avoid Ice crystals and explosion. Though honestly I’d like to think what’s going on today is going to work. But if you need my help just ask and I’ll be there.” He jot’s quickly as he makes his way to the door, like a sniper he takes down the words on the paper while still being able to says “Thank you.”

The voice’s of what was thought to be an extinct species, the dodo bird; keeps squawking in different pitches, wishes and idiocies. He mocks their commands and tries to get them to open both eyes and quit pretending, “It’s been how long now?” in the O’i-o-idiocy?

The juke box plays an obnoxious tune of irony; they love irony around here though they don’t realize it’s a prat fall on a plank, who are you in ‘the Jew of Malta’? Can we get another show and quit with the Romeo and Juliet puppet master shit. You’re wasting your life, think about that thought.

A woman laughs, a man drops a bottle in the trash, another man fakes a cough. A girl all of sudden becomes obnoxious and yells something of a possessive manner. The music from the speakers lapse into silence and into another song as the show doesn’t.

“Now you can get back to babbling at me.” He pulls out a cell phone that doesn’t work, doesn’t press any buttons and raises it to his head, “Yeah is that you, well sure they’re still babbling at me, they think I’m the anti-christ, though idiots don’t realize the anti-christ isn’t a single person, it’s a movement of idiots that will destroy the world trying to sacrifice people deemed heretics. ”

He pauses. People try and say hot words, that’ll throw him off like a hundred people playing Plinko but he knows that can’t work.

“Yeah, yeah. I know to the ones low on the totem it’s suppose to be a joke, but it’s no game, this is it, genocide. Drag people though misery. And then you got them morons who make themselves the meek. Piss themselves, sweat and never bathe, be careful and steadfast. You don’t know there hoodoo is real.”

He listens for a break in their gush.

No one tries to understand, it’s still the chorus again. Prude, rude and in need of prunes.

What do they expect to get when there is a more than a mic and wire listening… they won’t see it coming.

Examples have been made and there’s still enough money to be made off making another prison and having them work for pennies to sell their products for much more.

He jumps of the stool raises his hand, Hey does anyone know how this explosion happened? Was it remote? What’s the history of everyone on board! What’s the history of the survivors? Are there still logs of who docked where recently that had sub’s in the area before this blew!?!?”

Silence and nobody says anything in there fighting fish bowls.

“And you expect wings?... where are you flying to nowhere on delta as a child?”

Silence as some shuffle and try to figure out a way to distract from the issue at hand.

“More than that appears that way.”