Thursday, December 03, 2015
Knowing the Competition
Songs, Old and New
Triple-B and Saint Franny showed up early for the picnic.
Monikers for Ball Busting Betsy, and, from History.
Fran once cleaned a shower that had been puked in, saying
“It’s nothing.”
His role of scissoring greens, and hers of tossing and bossing
understood, there was no trouble. Initially. But she began
feeling restless.
Final result: He ends up sobbing and retching under an oak.
Another scalp for her, though much much too small a challenge.
She awaited the main thrust as the gang filtered in.
Uh uh. Everybody as hostile as she.
Jason Terrible snatched the salads away, saying he would
pretty up the work of three year olds! He rode herd on
the Hilton kitchen in real life, so Triple-B overmatched.
“How about you stir your capacious ass and get me some
radishes?”
She did, and was dismissed.
St Franny annoyed everyone, but had fallen asleep.
Triple-B eased past him to the grill people. Where, nobody spoke to her.
She eventually drifted through gossip knots, holding her own, but just.
Oh well, ended up at twilight, sitting over the mud at riverside, her
capacious ass sagging a hammock from the Carter Administration,
and one inch above weeds. Knees shooting up past her ears, bones!
Not a good look.
Sucked on a tall bitter lemon and vodka, half and half.
Passed out.
Jed Aurmel and his former student and present antagonist,
“Hannah” Harks, thought they should do something.
“Maybe she’s dead!”
“Forever bringing up The Ideal, Professor?”
She was actually Millie, but a Hannah had poured water
on a drowning man in an old song.
Labels: ball breaker, competition, cruelty, friends, Hard Hearted Hannah, hostility, picnic, weaponized wit, wit
Friday, July 18, 2014
Location
Granada, or Only Asbury Park?
“What’s so bad about Asbury Park? Look around!”
“Well, it ain’t Granada. That’s the point of the song.”
“Fuck Granada! You got your Mitzi and the kids
screaming in the water. My Nell strumming
Soft Rock. THIS is my heaven on earth!...and
with my chicken, you’ll get the final dose.”
“You got a point. From the smell I’m ready to
eat it, foil and all!”
“Like, so much better than some Spanish bean thing
make you fart all night.”
“You know some Spanish chords, Nell?”
“Nah, just these.”
“She’s a Rock Princess!”
Labels: Asbury Park, class, Granada, picnic, resort, rock n' roll, swimming
