Flying Fish Publishing

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He is like a glass elephant with his tusks torn off, all rattled. That's what happens to you when you live by the track I guess, all those stares creeping over the scoreboard amplified by the flashing lights, eventually you feel like the hooker that got too old and razzled to hook and so she just pretends in the mirror with nothing on but tattered pumps and a swatch.

I didn't save it. I was supposed to, my birth was for one reason. I fucked it all up -- totally.

"Comin to empty the tank" "It's about fucking time, the county inspectors been on my ass, you could smell the yard from the gas station, stronger than the petrol."

Adam just sat in the corner, wearing black and thinking about hair dye. Why couldn't anyone see him. The dog sniffed his crotch, and then licked it's own ass. All he wanted was some fucking attention, some fucking cake for crying out loud.

Adam has been saving his old brine jars for fifteen year. screwing em into his basement ceiling, whole place smells like pickled eggs, ya gotto duck down and still your back scrapes up against them, feels like their pullin your skin off, wont let go.

No one goes down there anyway. "It's your room, your own place to 'hang out' away from the smell of gasoline" Adam heard his fathers voice telling him to get the hell downstairs. It's was only an experiment; he'd done many of them.

If there was an excuse I would understand. Maybe if he was a junkie or popped them pills stayed up all night like that Daniel's boy down on PineLake, or if he spent all his time down at that track. You know what he made in shop class that last time?

Adam tried to get through, provoke some interaction, but nothing. Fear was all they had for him. He didn't save his sister, he didn't wasn't saving the marriage. He was sucking and he couldn't change it. Late at night he listened to the trains rolling along; sometimes he'd watch them, never running along. Many ends crossed his mind, but they were too involved. Adam was a lazy boy and his situation made him immobile.

"Adam, get your fucking ass up here and take out that trash, it smells like shit, find something to eat in there this time, let me have a my dinner without seeing your face for a change. and hose down that waste basket, its got them maggots crawling all over it."

The tasks weren't the problem, they were almost comforting, prideful. Lame at the same time he wanted to be momma's boy and such. Adam thought about where his father might be and wondered why his mother cursed so much these days.

"just about done here, your gonna need yourself a new septic tank soon, that one you got out there just about rusting through now, gonna have a big mess on your hands come thanksgivin. I hope you got some cash around cus I don't take no checks, they stopped cashin them down at Charlies last week."

Adam knew exactly what the conversation meant. He walked upstairs to his room just in time not to hear his mother say "you know I can pay you..."


An Eddie and The Faciliator Joint

posted by M @ 11:57 PM 0 Comments

DocTrot 21

I know by now not to worry about that shipment cause it ain't comin in. I'm thinking, maybe, mondie er (pause) tusedie. Yeah not today though. (Long pause) gonna rain today. I can smell it.

Who the fuck wrapped this box? Get Applbaum over here, he fucked it up again, how many times do I have to tell that cocksucker not to throw the packages.

Ain't really today's shipment I'm worried about. They got this new guy, Short. He's not to bright but cute. (Lights a cigarette and takes a long drag. She leaves it hanging out of her mouth.) I ain't gonna say anything cause he's cute.

Hey Short, take this thing down to storage, it's full of index cards, no wonder it's so fucking heavy.

Talkin sure ain't his thing. I asked him if they give him a hard time, cause you know that other fella hated anyone with more hair than he's got. Shoot, he started hecklin Jimmy the other day cause of his long hair. Anyway that new fella, the real cute one, I asked him if he knew if that one bald fella got fired; you know cause I was trying ta make friendly conversation so he'd stay longer. He just looked at me and handed me the signing paper. Alright's I said.

Hey, you know that new guy Sanders? They canned him. Buddy walked in on him jerkin off in the the bathroom. Turns out he's been stuffing wad loads wrapped in sandwich bags into the shipments, tying them up in rubber bands so they come undone when you open them, sick fucker got off on it.

We should really change the company we buy scones from anyway, their all willy nilly with their recipes, one day it's got icing on it, the next it's dry. Sometimes I wonder if they really should be sellin' scones and get down to the real breakfast of champions, cinnamon muffins.

Hey, where the fuck is short? that crookedeyed girl came by again today? You know, for being all off in the face, I would still put in in her, she's got a hell of an ass, looks like them cinnamon muffins your mama makes. Steamin hot just wanna take a big ol bite.

Wannna hear somethin? Cheryl comes in the other day real down, you know like somethin was botherin her, then she gets this phone call. Then she says she "forgets" to sign one of her invoices and high tails it to the shippin shop place fore anyone's the wiser. She came back whistlen and tootn her horn all day. Her breath smelled like warm icing and you know her hair was put up in a ponytail. I wonder if it's that short cute guy? He don't seem to mind much.

There's a staff meating on Tuesday, apperently they switched over to cinnamon muffins, someone in management took a dive on that. I liked them scones, usually I don't like the scones, too dry, these ones we had with the icing really hit the spot if you washed them down with some bourbon. Make sure to tell Short, the boys having been givin him a real hard time bout that crooked eyed girl, he's in the hot seat.


Eddie and the Facilitator

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