Prologue 5
When the Chinese lady was finished weighing Gus,
he picked up his backpack and followed her
to the back alley.
"Restaurant is full of stupid Americans", she taunted,
and sat him at a makeshift table of crates.
A homeless person was close-by and upon seeing
the Chinese lady, ran out into the street,
like Carl Lewis, (if Carl Lewis was scared out of his mind),
causing a pile up of cars locking brakes
and bumpers in order to avoid him.
Gus told the lady he had to use the rest room, "I need to use the rest room", he told her, as promised, in an erroneous sign language and pig latin amalgamation
of ignorance.
She called him a stupid American g.i. and motioned
to the dark part of the alley.
Gus could smell the backpack,
and saw no hoses in the alley and decided
to change the order "to go". The lady said,
"five dollars extra for boxes" and seemed to almost
float back into the restaurant, like some sort of racist wraith. A minute and a half later, she returned
with the food and a contract that Gus had to sign,
stating that he was not allowed to eat at any other restaurant but this one, with-holding the food until he did so. When that was done, she told him to "come back tomorrow for breakfast, knock on alley back door, you wait", she instructed, when she was satisfied that he would, she handed him the food, took his money
and went through the back door, five minutes later
she came back through without giving him change
and shewed him off, "come back for breakfast
and maybe I give you extra fortune cookies",
she winked, "tik tok", the chinese operative-slash
madame waved him away, snickering and the
'keep out g.i. joe' signed door closed behind her.
Gus had the presence of mind on his walk home to not put the food in the backpack. He took the way home that contained a strawberry field and alot of loud yelling voices
that he couldn't quite triangulate. Perhaps the spirits
again, or the anchorlady using journalist telepathy
to get his attention and affections, like when she is
reporting the nightly news. As Gus trampled through the
Strawberries he began to think of his seance plan.
"I can't invite Chuck Shroomer or Nancy Mamosi,
if there is a conspiracy afoot, I cannot trust them.
I will invite Vatican 2 pedopriest, Penney,
Kenny the drug dealer, LizPiggo,
Silky the 44th street pimp, and the others,
"but I will need swami hats for all of us", he reasoned, soundly...
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Jude Herrick
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