Prologue 2
OFFENSIVE !!
Gus Ferenski had a problem. It was a beautiful day outside. The rebel sun gazing down
like a peeping Tom.
The factory air, fresh and clean
as a San Francisco hippie.
The leaves were swirling in magical dance,
a tornadic spell not by chance,
the churning of the autumn colors and filth
from the gutters,
vividly into the mind like a bedeviled romance.
Like an etcher sandblaster on to the window
of the soul. 'Which his puppet Penny ( the prostitute) had better return to him in mint condition'
or he would send her work a double shift
on her birthday.
Which he remembered was next week,
and sure to be her funnest yet.
If she liked 'old Saigon Whore clowns and fake poop, and fake poop confetti! Yeah, she better be on her best behavior. That goes for the rest of them.
Kenny the drug dealer, Vatican 2 pedopriest,
Rosie Odonut, Chuck "the traitor" Shroomer, Nancy 'medicine cabinet' Mamosi, LizPiggo and the rest
of the ingrates. ( Ungrateful )
he thought considerately. That's what it means.
Gus was proud of his vocabulary skill
and gave himself the finger gun wink in the mirror.
The same mirror he was staring at himself in,
while he was thinking all this crap.
That very same one.
Yes Gus was depressed. A gorgeous whoore
of a day and he was cooped up inside.
Constipated, confused and almost out of breath
from the dazzling finger gun wink he had just
shot himself in the mirror.
There had to be something good he could do today!? .......3 hours later, standing there, it came to him!
I could get something to eat!
As Gus entered the Chinese Restaurant he had been wanting to try for minutes now, an old Chinese lady flashed in front of him, out of thin air.
As if by greed magic.
She asked him if he had money to pay.
He said " yes" then after eyeing him closely
and sniffing him for money, she agreed to sit him
at a far table. After pouring him some water
only half-way now, the other half after she was paid,
she grabbed the salt and pepper shakers,
and told him, he better not eat and run.
You pay double meal. One for you and one for
puppet in your backpack. You pay first!
Then I tell you what we have.
This not wheel of Fortune, she say. I not Pat Sajack!
Gus didn't know what the hell..
he looked in his backpack and there she was!,
utensils in one hand and the thirty dollars in the other...LizPiggo! How did you sneak in there!
....
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2024
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