seat of my compact car. And she kept adjusting her seat violently, jamming his legs, which didn’t seem to bother him at all, only added to his amusement.
“Oh,” Krishna waved her hand, “he’s just been hard to find, that’s all.”
“Goddamn it!” she cursed, and screeched to a sudden stop. “I see his car.”
“That’s not him,” Krishna said.
“Drop me off,” Ziggy said, “Maybe he’ll be at my house. I can call around for you.”
But when we arrived at Ziggy’s, he wasn’t there. But Gay was, and Glinda was leaving with some ridiculously handsome guy. The guy who banged on the door, was also ridiculously handsome, so I imagined this one banging on the door by this time next week. Off they went in his car as we were standing on the porch.
“Oh Jane,” she paused, putting her hand on my shoulder. “I want you to borrow this coat.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. Why did I say that? I didn’t want it.
She took off some long, white fur that went to down to her ankles.
“It’s white seal. Don’t get anything on it.”
Gay stood on the porch with her hands in the pockets of some really stupid pants.
“You guys got any dope?”
“Sure, get in,” we said. “We’re looking for Paul; you can go with us.”
“Not yet,” Lucy screamed. “Ziggy’s going to make some phone calls.”
Lucy ran upstairs. Gay’s eyes half closed and followed her through the slamming porch screen door. She didn’t need to say anything else; what she said with her eyes was funny enough.
We all sat on the grass next to my open car door. Gay and Krishna drank the now warm carbonated piss water, and I was working on my bottle like a wino.
“Do you know where Paul is?” Krishna asked.
“Uh, hiding from Lucy?” Gay said. Then she looked over at me. “You and Paul,” and she gave me a sly nod.
Krishna laughed at this and blew out a cloud of smoke with it.
“Let’s go,” Lucy jumped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door. We barely made it in before the car took off. She screeched around corners. She drove ninety miles an hour. None of this bothered us; we were drunk and high as kites. It felt like a roller-coaster ride. The sun was going down.
“Didn’t Ziggy call anyone for you?” I asked.
“Hell no, as soon as we got in there he told me to get in the bedroom and lie down on his bed and wait for him. And he called me Prego. I hate that nickname. How dare he call me that? ‘Bite me Prego,’ he said. I fucking hate Ziggy.”
Well, Krishna and Gay could barely contain their howls at hearing about what Ziggy had done. They tried to smother their laughter as we picked up a few other stragglers here and there on our various jaunts all over town, going to places Paul might be.
Now it was black outside, and we were screeching down Main Street. We went from drunk to completely intoxicated. Inebriated. Seeing things double. I was nearly finished with my bottle of red wine when we finally found Paul in his car in a parking lot outside Pat’s Tap.
“It’s the same spelled backwards!” Krishna said giggling. “Let’s go there!”
“You son of a bitch! Where were you?” Lucy screamed at him.
Paul looked stunned at her outburst, like he’d been doused in the face with cold water.
I stared at him. Goddamn it , I thought, why do you have to be so gorgeous ? I was beginning to feel some of Lucy’s rage vicariously. I glared at Paul. He stared back like a question.
“Goddamn it!” I shouted.
I threw the bottle of wine on the parking lot and it shattered, shards of glass flying toward the wheels of his car. He stared blankly at me and then, zombie-like, climbed into his car and drove away.
“He’s going down a wrong-way street!” Lucy shrieked. “We have to stop him.”
“I’m nauseated,” Krishna yelled, “take me home.”
“No,” Lucy yelled, screeching out of the parking lot to follow him down the one-way street. “I have to follow him!”
We started following him to
“Oh,” Krishna waved her hand, “he’s just been hard to find, that’s all.”
“Goddamn it!” she cursed, and screeched to a sudden stop. “I see his car.”
“That’s not him,” Krishna said.
“Drop me off,” Ziggy said, “Maybe he’ll be at my house. I can call around for you.”
But when we arrived at Ziggy’s, he wasn’t there. But Gay was, and Glinda was leaving with some ridiculously handsome guy. The guy who banged on the door, was also ridiculously handsome, so I imagined this one banging on the door by this time next week. Off they went in his car as we were standing on the porch.
“Oh Jane,” she paused, putting her hand on my shoulder. “I want you to borrow this coat.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. Why did I say that? I didn’t want it.
She took off some long, white fur that went to down to her ankles.
“It’s white seal. Don’t get anything on it.”
Gay stood on the porch with her hands in the pockets of some really stupid pants.
“You guys got any dope?”
“Sure, get in,” we said. “We’re looking for Paul; you can go with us.”
“Not yet,” Lucy screamed. “Ziggy’s going to make some phone calls.”
Lucy ran upstairs. Gay’s eyes half closed and followed her through the slamming porch screen door. She didn’t need to say anything else; what she said with her eyes was funny enough.
We all sat on the grass next to my open car door. Gay and Krishna drank the now warm carbonated piss water, and I was working on my bottle like a wino.
“Do you know where Paul is?” Krishna asked.
“Uh, hiding from Lucy?” Gay said. Then she looked over at me. “You and Paul,” and she gave me a sly nod.
Krishna laughed at this and blew out a cloud of smoke with it.
“Let’s go,” Lucy jumped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door. We barely made it in before the car took off. She screeched around corners. She drove ninety miles an hour. None of this bothered us; we were drunk and high as kites. It felt like a roller-coaster ride. The sun was going down.
“Didn’t Ziggy call anyone for you?” I asked.
“Hell no, as soon as we got in there he told me to get in the bedroom and lie down on his bed and wait for him. And he called me Prego. I hate that nickname. How dare he call me that? ‘Bite me Prego,’ he said. I fucking hate Ziggy.”
Well, Krishna and Gay could barely contain their howls at hearing about what Ziggy had done. They tried to smother their laughter as we picked up a few other stragglers here and there on our various jaunts all over town, going to places Paul might be.
Now it was black outside, and we were screeching down Main Street. We went from drunk to completely intoxicated. Inebriated. Seeing things double. I was nearly finished with my bottle of red wine when we finally found Paul in his car in a parking lot outside Pat’s Tap.
“It’s the same spelled backwards!” Krishna said giggling. “Let’s go there!”
“You son of a bitch! Where were you?” Lucy screamed at him.
Paul looked stunned at her outburst, like he’d been doused in the face with cold water.
I stared at him. Goddamn it , I thought, why do you have to be so gorgeous ? I was beginning to feel some of Lucy’s rage vicariously. I glared at Paul. He stared back like a question.
“Goddamn it!” I shouted.
I threw the bottle of wine on the parking lot and it shattered, shards of glass flying toward the wheels of his car. He stared blankly at me and then, zombie-like, climbed into his car and drove away.
“He’s going down a wrong-way street!” Lucy shrieked. “We have to stop him.”
“I’m nauseated,” Krishna yelled, “take me home.”
“No,” Lucy yelled, screeching out of the parking lot to follow him down the one-way street. “I have to follow him!”
We started following him to
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