One Of My Favorite Roles To Play

The noise below was brewing with babbling idiots, breaking beer bottles and a spilling crowd from the front door of the bar—with beauty and beast alike. My fingers tarantulaed in the tepid darkness of my cheap and rancid room, as I sat next to the window sill in my underwear sipping on an almost empty bottle of Brandy at the Bakersfield Hotel. Telephone cables copulated with other wires and with many a twist and a turn had constructed a black, humming, rubbery thread of an ominous barrier—one that reminded me to not lean too far, one that swung like a nascent noose—the nexus to Miller’s Plexus. And as I took the last hit of that betraying bottle, I heard the clamoring of angels…chimes twinkling…a hundred strings…a thousand horns…and suddenly Satie sank his velvet fangs in my side as I sucked hard from a Lucky Strike filterless, And fervently feigning no fault, I leaned in a little closer to the edge…moving my typewriter out of the way…

 

”Remi, you up there?!”

”C’mon, Rem, let us up, please. It’s fucking cold out here and these goddamn creeps keep hitting on us.”

 

The cold from their breath escaped their glistening lips through cheap lipstick and ascended in swirls to reach my vacant domicile. I saw the words leave their silent vocal chords, almost fading into the night sky, and I smiled…for they were the words I needed most.

 

”Remington Rand! I am gonna cause a scene—we are gonna cause a scene and wake your neighbors up if you don’t let us come up, you bastard!”

 

”Remiii…we both wore matching pastel-pink underwear for you. Please, darling, don’t be this way!

 

Two beautiful blonde twins…who wouldn’t say no…ever—who couldn’t say no. It was time to play the part of mortal. How could I say no?

 

It was one of my favorite roles to play.

 

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