brother justin electrically wheelchairing down the middle of the road, a flat of strawberries on his lap, again
the fruit stand man repeatedly whacking his "8 bananas for $1" sign with a long stick; i was moving too fast to see if he was arguing with a customer or just trying to alert passersby to value
as i left the library my path was blocked by a magnificent queen who swished into the tiny foyer, raised her arms and announced, "well here we ARE!" her getup was colorful and billowy and made sense except for the yellow sash tied around her forehead; it was lacy but, because of rambo, made her face mannish again
i was approached in the parking lot by a man whose spiel i would have interrupted but i was convinced for a minute that he really was my other brother darryl. he looked JUST like that guy and was wearing a kicky little beret and a paint-spattered smock. he was holding a clipboard and a stick and he looked me in the eye as he said: "can i just let you know what's going on in the vortex?"
ok.
he offered me a keychain and an exclusive interview for $15. he said i could test drive a stallion. this was wonderful but i had to go so i apologized and got into my car but cracked the window to keep listening. as i drove away he was pleading, yelling, "all it will cost you is your time! just two hours and then you can get your head out of there!"
on the way home i listened to this about eight times. it sustains us.
DJ Jay-R, Smells Like Beach Boys (senduit link, good for one week)
