" ...The white zone is for loading and un-loading of passengers only...."
droned the southern drone. Dave waited.
Susan was walking down the ramp from the plane in deep thought
and alittle awkwardness, she'd just had a "lifting", the day Dave called
asking her to fly in for the weekend...
" ...Looks like another case of face fire, put out with a brick, darling..."
said Jose, Susan's cuban hair dresser, back in " the civilized world ".
"...I do sooo hope those disgustun' little dawg's have croked already,
for christs sake...ooops, sorry Jesus..."
Susan walked on down the ramp...
Dave waited in the bar as they had planned.
Dave drank.
Always had.
Three hours in an air port bar later, Dave saw Susan,
and Susan saw Dave. Susan sighed.. " Ahhh, here we go...."
Dave got up off the bar stool, and falling
flat on his face..." like thru a cloud of dog's, smoking....."
Dave would later describe to the police....
and then again to the guy's in the white coats, with the nets.
This was the first visit to Camron Parish in five years...
Susan was alittle paniced and alittle bit more
than ready to face down Dave , " I 'm not getting
any younger Dave, my love..." she'd rehearsed in the mirror
for two days.. And there was her love, a " a Bukowski child "
with a net over him, the guy's in the white coats looking Dave over.
She would later describe to the police...".. He's not like the
other boy's, officer, he's a " BUKOWSKI CHILD", she yelled,
as the cops were hcuffin' ol' Dave up , looking up at Susan,
looking down at him, pinned, and not in his best moment,
" Nope this aint' Dave's best moment..." thought Dave
to himself...
The cop told Susan she could " bail Dave out ", in about three hours.
Susan herd the words but was far away....in the big city
Charlston, South Carolina...
" I could be in bed and this would all had just
been but a night mare, and I'd wake up and say
" My fucking God !! oop's, sorry God...",
" it was only a nightmare..."...Thought Susan.
"...Nurse !!!!" half whispered Susan, to the bartender,
"...another Tequila, and a beer... anything imported...".
" What happened to your face ? " aske the bartender,
pouring a rather long shot of the Sauza gold....
" a lifting ", said Susan...
" Oh..." said the bartender, looking at her own face in the big
bar mirror...
Jesus said, " Susan will straighten all this out... Susan...
always had a good head when the panicing started...so she did."
The plan was this, they would just sit and stare. Miredina and Lil' Mocos,
24 hours a day, there would be those bulging eyes ...
like blasting rap music, or el Fary, or a Jerry Farwell speech..
Staring into Jesus' soul..."Pure hell ..." snorted Lil' Mocos...
" He'll break... Hey fucker !!!!! look!!! ", Mierdina pissed on the fence post..
Jesus trusted in Susan.
Watching the little dog's talking amoungst themselves..
and a little more than worried...Jesus worried...
" Damn, where are they ? Susan, she'll save the day...
" ..LIKE JOHN FUCKING WAYNE !!!! You little rat dogs..." yelled Jesus...
and Mierdina sniffed..." Huh..."
to be continued.
Be well todo mundo,
J.Level
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