Once again we come to a screeching yet temporary halt -- the end of a work week, the beginning of a weekend, and we ask ourselves, Selves, what do you suppose will happen next?
Ladies and gentlemen, mods and rockers, behold the iPod, the aural oracle, for as is well known by as many as 184 to 240 people at a time, my iPod, played during my Friday morning commute, is both prophetic and fully funkified.
It's perfectly true.
Shhh. Let’s listen.
Train in Vain (Stand by Me) by The Clash
I Can’t Get Next to You by The Temptations
Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand
Tighten Up by The Black Keys
Kiss, Kiss by Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs
Have A Little Faith in Me by The BellRays
Loaded by The Idle Hands
So there you have it. Whatever you’ve been striving for lately? Keep on a’striving. Good things are about to happen.
Time for a story?
A quick one.
Call Me Again When You Get Her to the Car
I check the clock next to the bed: 12:40. I consider, reconsider, then answer the phone anyway.
“You haffa come up here.”
“Come up here. I need you to help me kick someone’s ass.”
Hmm. Marie just may be drunk. Slender and beautiful, in all the years I've known her, I don't think I've heard her like this more than a handful of times.
I sit up, switch ears. “What’s going on?”
“Todd, that –“ She goes on to describe her recent ex in glowering, apocalyptic terms. Words related to his physical shortcomings, his mental deficiencies, his fiscal future, and a particularly juicy bit of supposition regarding his lineage tumble out of her angrily.
I laugh softly. “Why do you even care? Seriously, he’s an idiot.”
“I – hic! – know!” she slurs. “And that’s why I’m gonna haffa kill this girl.”
“His new girlfriend! The stupid bestid has a new girlfriend! It’s been two weeks and he brings her to my bar? My bar! My pool table!”
She pauses, takes a drink. In the background, a toilet flushes, a hot-air hand dryer comes on.
“I want you to get dressed and come down here,” she continues. “Bring a pillow case an’ some rope.”
“Aw, shoot, Marie. What for?”
“’Cuz I kicked in the bathroom door earlier, made her jump up on the toilet.” Marie laughs. “Oh, Pearl, you shoulda seen ‘er.”
“I’ll bet it was awesome,” I say.
“It was. Seriously, she thinks she can hide from me in a bathroom stall? I tol’ her I was gonna throw a pillow case over her head and beat her with a tube sock full of oranges, stuff her into the trunk of my car, and drag her out to the nature center.”
Marie takes another drink. “Oh, yeah,” she says, hiccupping softly, “I need you to bring a tube sock. And some oranges.”
“Absolutely,” I say. “Tube sock. Oranges. That’s a great idea. Who do we know with access to bail money?”
There is silence followed by a heavy sigh.
“I can’t do this, can I?”
I switch ears. “Probably not,” I yawn, “but we can talk about it some more, if you want.”
A small puff of air escapes her: Pffffft. “Nah. I’m better now. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Call a cab, would ya?”
She laughs. “Good idea.”
One Last Note
11 hours ago