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Meanwhile... back in my Forte of Solitude
Mar. 22nd, 2015 01:05 am
Mar. 22nd, 2015
Some kid's on line in front of me at the Publix with his ear-buds plugged in and karaoking the part of his jam where the rapper name drops his whole crew. "Big shout out to So & So in Philly. My man from Phoenix, Such & Such" - you know, that sort of thing. Only this part of the song is taking an inordinate amount of time that along with the old lady counting pennies on the tab of a 100 bucks worth of groceries is wearing thin a marginal grip on reality as it is.
So I just start name dropping my own imaginary crew along with and unbeknownst to the kid in front of me.
"This one also goes out to my man Dick Whistler the Minister of Defenestrations, to Bill Dollar-Dollar Bill running with the Real Lost Continent of Mu Crew. Shouts,kudos, bravos,and mad accolades as well to the Westside Taint-Puncher, to Yuri the Break Dancing Robot, to Doctor Moodswing up in East Latveria, to the Six Shao-Lin Fists of Danger,to Sister Lysistrata who broke my heart for all the right reasons, to the fucking Moon Alice... to the Fucking Moon!"
"Sir!" The cashier damn near shouts, "Is everything, okay?"
I look around and pretty much the whole front of Publix is staring at me slack-jawed and panic eyed.
"Yeah, sorry... just... got into the flow." I tack on a helpless shrug with the apology and smile over at the lady behind me. In her cart is a little boy with a shaved head who looks over at me baffled.
"'Dick Whistler'?" He asks me.
"He's the Minister of Defenestrations." I explain.
"Don't talk to that man." The lady orders the little boy riding in her cart before he can ask about the rest of my imaginary crew (the only kind I have to be honest). I turn around so as not to enable anymore hijinx from the little boy. Ahead of me Grandma Penny finishes up emptying her piggy bank to eat another week and the Kid steps up to make his purchases - he was the only one oblivious throughout the course of my stream of consciousness rant.
The little boy giggles behind me. "Dick Whistler."
"The Minister of Defenestrations." I say casually to an issue of Archie Digest.
"Hush now." The Lady orders and I don't know if she means me or the little boy but either way that's exactly what I do.
So I just start name dropping my own imaginary crew along with and unbeknownst to the kid in front of me.
"This one also goes out to my man Dick Whistler the Minister of Defenestrations, to Bill Dollar-Dollar Bill running with the Real Lost Continent of Mu Crew. Shouts,kudos, bravos,and mad accolades as well to the Westside Taint-Puncher, to Yuri the Break Dancing Robot, to Doctor Moodswing up in East Latveria, to the Six Shao-Lin Fists of Danger,to Sister Lysistrata who broke my heart for all the right reasons, to the fucking Moon Alice... to the Fucking Moon!"
"Sir!" The cashier damn near shouts, "Is everything, okay?"
I look around and pretty much the whole front of Publix is staring at me slack-jawed and panic eyed.
"Yeah, sorry... just... got into the flow." I tack on a helpless shrug with the apology and smile over at the lady behind me. In her cart is a little boy with a shaved head who looks over at me baffled.
"'Dick Whistler'?" He asks me.
"He's the Minister of Defenestrations." I explain.
"Don't talk to that man." The lady orders the little boy riding in her cart before he can ask about the rest of my imaginary crew (the only kind I have to be honest). I turn around so as not to enable anymore hijinx from the little boy. Ahead of me Grandma Penny finishes up emptying her piggy bank to eat another week and the Kid steps up to make his purchases - he was the only one oblivious throughout the course of my stream of consciousness rant.
The little boy giggles behind me. "Dick Whistler."
"The Minister of Defenestrations." I say casually to an issue of Archie Digest.
"Hush now." The Lady orders and I don't know if she means me or the little boy but either way that's exactly what I do.
