"My notes from the emotional minefield" pt.8

17.9.09

On..." The freak show and it's passing

thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death

part 32

" Jesus speaks, lil' Moco take's control.."

Jesus sat at the edge of his bed watching Lil' Moco roll from one side of the

room to the other, giggling. Jesus thought of Death and home. His LA Times

the Dodgers, his friend's down at the range. Jesus thought about the flowers

and the empty bird feeders, his browning lawn...

Dan was in the kitchen doing miracles with some can's and a bag of fish parts

the lady down at the market saves for him..." Gotta damned fine bouillabaisse

goin' here boy's . Hey Jesus, you eat shell fish right ?..." he said chopping away...

chopchopchop. Dan's flair for feeding the masses with some cans and bags of

miscellaneous meats, was legendary.

" ...you get that alot do you brother ? " do you eat shellfish...? " giggled Lil' Moco

between giggles. " Yeah. " said Jesus, breaking apart a big bud and tossing it to the

little stoned dog, rolling and giggling, still with the Leonard Cohen lines...

" ...The doctors working day and night but they'll never find that cure for love..."

swooned lil' Moco. Jesus sighed. He wanted to go home...

" Lil' Moco, I think it's time to go home..." he said

" Nobody " Lives " in LA man..." , giggled lil' Moco, between giggles.

" Man I've been out here along time, got a life in LA, Nobody lives in LA ? HUH !

I have my weird, yes, weird little house behind Mrs.Silverman. A garden that's dead now,

and what a lawn, man you should be so lucky to have a lawn like that in LA,

Mrs. Silverman again... nut with the illegal watering...does it at 3 am, nut case but a dear.

The bird feeders , and the cat's watching the bird feeder..." Jesus reminisced.
" Wait Wait Wait !!", sat up, sober as a priest..." Cat's?, you got cat's ? I love cat's..
Let's go ! right now ! give me the fone..." Hello Delta, one to LA and with small, cute
and mindful companion pet... no, no box... Ok. Ok... Yeee-esssss, my name ?"

looking over at an amazed Jesus...
" Name ? ahhh, Jesus H. Christ...
Yes, one in the same...tomorrow's fine. 11:32 pm, the red eye eh ?
No, thank you...clik... SO, we are outta here dude ! Give us a little smile..."

cajoled lil' Moco...

" So you want to go to LA ? " asked Jesus

" No swamps. No trees really... I have a small yard with flower's some squash

and some beans oh and the gun collection, a killer stamp collection...

Hey you like stamps ? " asked an excited Jesus.

" Stamps ? as in " Dawn !!!!!!, go to the store and buy some fucking stamps ?. Stamps ? "

asked lil' Moco, returning to the little peice of bud left on the floor.

" Yeah, stamps...". Jesus said.

to be continued...

be well todo mundo,

J.Level