on..." The Feakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death... Part 8 " Susan and Dave, and alittle more of "The Story"

" ...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

foto:JGL/Pat

on..." The Freakshow and it's passing thru The Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 5 " Warren and Death and the toothless poodles"

" ...Imagian, my cousin Warren...", sighed Death, turning the van into the driveway.
" ...and look ! The old place hasn't changed a bit...."
" Nope, still the same old dump..." sneered Jesus. Death smiled.

Dave, John Kline, Domingo and Venus " whom caused all this really "
sat tight, sharing nervous and knowing glances. Domingo sighed..." Ayyy-eeeshhhh ",
as this had all the looks of another showdown between the forces of the
nice and the not so nice, "... You WILL be nice....", hissed Death to Jesus,
whom sat with his sandled feet up on the dash ( a cardinal sin ) looking out the passanger

window with defience ....His skinny arms folded acrossed his skinny chest ..." Oh I'll be the diplomat, like always you bastard...."
"... I never say no, I say thank you... Jesus . Everybody!!!!!! " said Domingo.
" Why don't you go fuck yourself, eh? ". Jesus growled,
Jesus dispised this place, " sorry ", he said to Domingo
" It's those toothless poodles. Yech !..." Jesus whined...
" ...I never say no, I say thank you...Everybody !!!..." coxed Domingo....

" DAWWWWWWWWN !!!!!! they's pullin' up out front !!!! DAWWWWWWWWWWWN!!!!!....",
screamed Warren lookin' out the front window at the black van in the drive way ...
Dawn was in the bedroom, lookin' out the window too...worried and wringin' a lace hankie...
" Death and Warren...oh my... " said Dawn... Better check the first aid kit...Death likes gin,

oh it's Sunday I'm going to have to call uncle Lester ... Warren and Death and Lester...?
I hope we've got enough chairs...

To be continued...

Be well todo mundo

J.Level
©spl2007 " The Freakshow and it's passing the the Valley of the Shadow of Death "

on..." The Freakshow, and it's passing thru The Valley of the Shadow of Death... Part 4 " Dawn's Bayu cafe and Warren, Deaths second cousin..."

" You be a wantin' ham wit dat der sweetcakes ? "
Doris , the waitress, squeaked to Jesus, whom had the " face of horror "
as it would be told years later by a smirking Death,
" You should have seen the look on his angelic Jewish face..
You be a wantin' ham wit dat der sweet cakes ???!!! Ha !!! "
Jesus would cring, and smile nervously. Angelically, but nervously...

The freak show stops on that side of the Louisiana / Texas border
" Laaaaaaaak Charrrrrrrrrles, The Valley of the Shadow of Death "
a beaming Death announced... Swingin the van into Dawn's Bayou cafe....

Death, swooning with memories, orders fat pancakes
with grits and bacon, ham, biscuit's, orange juice and coffee...
" ...and you'd be bringin' me those " drippin's there too, Hon-ey..."
squeaked Death to Doris, whom was feeling a little chill,
pulled her sweater over her ample southern shoulder...
" Ahhh, OK...??? " she squeeked , a look of awe and worry crosses
the chubby cheeks of Doris, a devout catholic.

Domingo, Dave , John Kline and Venus " whom caused all this really "
all too ordered pork based products, and eggs, wheat toast and
" ...with blackberry jam..AND HEY THERE DORIS ! ..." growled Venus
" Whom caused all this really"
" ..and not that shit without the seeds... (mean stare) I love the seedy stuff "
Venus " whom caused all this really " giggled...

Jesus looked out the window at the scummy bayou reflecting
rainbows of sheeny oily muck and wondered...
" you be a wantin' ham wit dat..."... God ."

...The dog streched, scratched his butt
and climbed into the passenger seat. He
looked out the window at Jesus, scanning
the merky goo of a national treasure...and too wondering
"..Huh, whats next ?..."

" So..." chomped Death, " whos up for alittle tragic Death Family history -chomp- hummmm ? "
" Oh -chomp- mannnn, no. Man why are you always -chomp - so heavy mannnnn ", chompt Dave
"....here we go..." chomped John Kline
" Lay it on us motherfucker !!! -chomp - gory stuff ? er what ? Bet-ter be
pretty fu-ckin' -chomp - gory to impress me brother -chomp -
pass the salt will ya Dave - chomp_ that's a luv..." chomped Venus " whom caused all this really ".
...and Domingo, the voice of reason...,
" ...My fine brother Death, we are all with you in your pain...
Lay it on us brother... I never say no, I say thank you... Everybody !!!
" You really - chomp - suffer some " special defects ", Domingo, my dear old friend..."

They eat and Death told stories of his childhood...
"...and all of a sudden Little Timmy got so mad, I had to turn him into
a lawn dwarf... oh we laughed and laughed...Uh, no.... I laughed...
Little Timmy was, well, a lawn dwarf after all , and their made of concrete you know,
and don't REALLY laugh.... er- ah, well, you know what I'm gettin' at...So..."

This went on until Warren, the owner of "Dawns Bayu cafe " came out with
a bat, and asking nicely enough, the Freak show pays the bill
" Huh, 22.50, for 6 , not bad, eh Death ? " said Jesus.
" Your name is Death ?...." asked Warren of Death.
"... Death, from The Camaron Parish Death's...? Well I'll be got damnt !!!!!
I'm Warren, your second cousin on your mothers side!!! ! Well I'll be Got damnt!!!
Dawn !! DAWNNNNNN!! come a runnin' !!!! It's Death. Oh wow!!!
My cousin Death's here all the way from Californi !!! Well I be got damnt !!!!..."
screeched Warren...
" Who the fuck is this abnormal dick head...Your cousin..? Christ ! oh, sorry Jesus..."
said Venus " whom caused all this really ".

Plans were made to go to the house with Warren and Dawn.
Death was giddy with excitement...
" My cousin Warren...wow! " wowed Death.
Jesus sighed, he was remembering the last time they saw
Warren...apparently Death had forgotten....
" ..The Freak show continues !!!!!!! " announced Death,
puttin' the van into first
and lettin out the clutch....

to be continued.....


be well todo mundo...
Marco, J.P.L.and J.G.L thanks for the words..
no, I'm fine. No, really...

J.Level
Foto: B.L
"The Freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death"
©spl2007