Friday, August 2, 2019

A Day in the Library Life

8:02 Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my bald head. Ouch. Why am I still using a comb?

8:55 Found my way downstairs and drank a cup (Ovaltine). Looking up I noticed I was late, found my thong and grabbed my hat, then put down my hat. Why do I have a hat? So many questions!

9:07 Clocked in, saw my fellows hard at work. Dragged a comb across their heads. (Better.)

"Just more evidence for corporate."

10:00 Unlocked the doors, old people knocked me down rushing to read the news oh boy... 

10:21 Old lady yelled, "I have ice cream in my car! It's melting! HURRY UP!" Man ahead who had made the grade. "My ice creeee-aam!" I grabbed her books, got over her looks. Scrambled eggs, I hummed to myself. Oh baby how I love your legs... (Yuck.)

11:15 Patron said what about fine free? "I just had to look, having read the book. But now you won't fine me! How will society function deedly-dee?" Somebody spoke and I went into a dream.

12:02 Jonah was a dick, "Wake up, schmendrick!" I wiped my drool, thought him cruel.

12:03 The English army had just won the war, but now Pat was fighting with ten-year-olds. His boxing instructor can't find anyone Pat's size, so it's little children who Pat keeps giving snot-beatings to. "Speaking of beat, I think you lost the rhythm of your trite song parody." "Didn't I?" I say mysteriously. "Yes, you did!" "Oh, right."

12:07  "Tread carefully here," said Scott my writing mate. He wrote on my story, elder abuse, elder abuse. I'd love to turn you on. "I'd love to punch him in the face." They'd seen his face before, oh ohh yeah. "Please stop singing." Strawberry fields for-evverr...! "Okay, I quit." Jonah left to count holes in Hegel and eat another bagel.

2:02 I made my lunch in seconds flat, got in line, burrito bowl please! Gas.

2:51 "Your father is an ass," Mom said on the phone. "I shouldn't be upset with this, but I am." "Maybe have a crumpet with jam?" I said. "What? Anyway, I hope you're not just giving him a free pass. He has to be with a young woman because he doesn't want to be old." He thinks he's from the House of Lords. "He just has to be free as a bird. Just flying away, no worries, like a blackbird in the dead of night, oh joy for him!" "Not much of a song, Mom." "He just gets a free pass! Coo coo ca chew!" "Are you saying he should be fined? We don't charge fines anymore, Mom. Everything is permitted." "He is the worst human ever." "Do you want me to stop talking to him?" "No, I want you to love your father." Ahhh, she spoke and I went into a dream... "Greg? Greg? Hello, I'm here. Can you hear me...?" I went into a dream. Into a dream. Damnit, I'm still here.

4:03 Bloke tells me of Gaddafi treasure, oh boy, it's sure, so sure. "Want a slice of action," his big myopic eyes stare like mean old Mr Maxwell. "Want a slice?" For just twenty-thousand I can get you in on getting Gaddafi's gold, diamonds and trillions of dollars. "Ninety-five percent certain," bloke no joke tells me. "We have the photograph!" Well, I just had to laugh.

4:50 Jeff came in, face geisha. "I saw a film today oh boy!" Eight minutes of it, at least. Talking, talking, talking. "Okay, that's it." Blew his mind out in a car. Or so was my dream.

5:59 Stephanie Barker came down, Winnie Pooh hat, wrinkled smile, why won't she leave, oh why won't she leee-eeeave? "Are you okay?" I put down mike, told her we're closing. Didn't she see that the lights had changed?

6:00 Lock the doors, a crowd of people were turned away, oh boy. Now I could go home and have a smoke. And a dream. Todd is dead. Or in a Norwegian wood, something like that.

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