Don't turn away, don't run away! Wet streets and under the overpass, our eyes meet. Methy and pitt stained. She had a lolly-pop, hair was pinned to each side, that of a little girl. Trench coat, trench coat, trench coat. Brown. Brown paper bag color. THE WEST! YIKES ITS COLD! ITS SO COLD OUT! MAN WILL IT EVER STOP! The hallway is red. Flickering lights pass by. Room after room pass, A cough, T.V., Wall paper, so dark, so very red. A world away yet so close. So close indeed. BUT THIS! This was straight out the books, those very old stories of the age of human souls coming back, back from the leaves and living right in front of you......YES IN DEED. We all wanted to be in the movies, but the movies didn't want to be in us. Do you have any pot kid? "No terri I don't." " I am just passing through." Evil Kenevil road these back streets, YIKES ITS COLD, ITS JUST COLD! Building to building, story of time, she knew the details, the smells of history come and gone. Hours passed, Tri-X the swiss army knife of films, darkness comes fast. "The times were different then. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, WHISTLING TO THE FOUR WINDS! Old Ford hums down spring hill road. Dust and more cold. " Well kid I better get back to work" 2002 remember where you were? Big boobs through the cold window. Carhartts pass, too cold to look. Out the door, snow falls, "Hey Terri?". She had a lolly-pop. "Want a lolly son?"
Twirling, like a little girl, "I know I talk with Him everyday." Over the threshold and into Jacky K's history, Jaky O boys pen and prose. What makes men thirst for experience? THERE IS NOT ENOUGH TIME!! Prose leads, people blurry and blunt, City Streets, Rose City streets, back on the concrete, no eyes, no conversation, wanting the light, the thirst for the light. Watching cartoons, remember those great cartoons? The Coyote and Sheep dog, " Good Morning George", Good Morning Sam!" The cut aways, No One Ever Said They Where Gonna Be A Junkie When They Grow Up. Boots lead to the red neon....RESCUE.
