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Monday |
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it's raining i'm waiting to get on the downtown
bound #5 bus it comes and i lumber on, weighted down by audio-visual gear, very heavy and soaked by rain waiting for late bus. going downtown to alibi room monday night movies carrying rolly-bag of records, heavy 16mm projector, laptop shoulder bag weighted by a VAIO, a Mac, and 250G external hard drive, digital projector in backpack, plus another shoulder bag of wires and paperwork. In short, a fun way to spend a Monday. I pile my stuff near the front where seats fold up so wheelchairs can park, thinking, "All these possessions are a handicap." It smells like shit right there, but I have to be near my precious belongings so I sit right close to a grubby guy in spattered pants, no doubt the source of the shit stink. Maybe I don't smell too good myself. He eyes the boxy projector* in its case and asks, "Movie projector?" "Yeah..." and we get into a long conversation about the past, his experience as a contractor (he'd been mudding drywall that day), the time a housewife in bathrobe stood watching him work in the front yard, framed by front door, then later told him not to tell what had happened. "What did happen?" I asked and the guy said he didn't know either. Anyway, he and his son get off. One stop later, the shit smell is back. A neat guy in well-cut suit walks up the aisle with a heinous piece of toilet paper stuck to his shoe. Mr. Clean turns out to be the source of the stink. Well how about that? *not the projector pictured here. this one was brought by john adair, only recently purchased, he hadn't even burned the decades of dust off but when he did the whole room smelled it, like incense in an arcane ritual. |