On the carousal side of three AM, most of the carnies have drunk themselves to sleep, the rest are shooting craps for poker money and swapping golden tales of the day before. Laundry hasn’t been done since two fairgrounds back and the old bear is restless in his cage. The early freight train, boxes half full of corn, blows lonesome and distant, and no one wakes up.
The Sherriff is in his cruiser out on old 27, parked, keen of all the nothing. The radio squawks, muffled under the weight of dark. Pinned to the dash with a Virgin Mary roach clip is an old picture of the wife and kid the Sherriff used to have, it’s as faded and bleached as a memory. Behind him crows are picking at something in a cornfield, something wet.
Shit, that’s what I get for trying to resurrect old dawg. I could have just combed through my files for stuff like that.
I performed a wedding about a decade ago, I married Sunnys brother to his current and maybe only wife. I got ordained online. Turned out the whole affair was a bit of a scam. A beautiful location was paid for, catering, dress and tux, but not by the bride and groom, and god knows neither Sunny or I got paid; Preacher and Music. A day or two afterwards I realized I hadn’t signed the certificate. They ducked my calls for weeks until I quit asking. They didn’t actually get married until a year later.
The grandparents of the grooms babys mama for some reason paid for the fake wedding, by scam I mean they took advantage of the offer without making any commitment. It’s ok, it was a good party and I got to play clergy. I had to decide between a dashiki and a kimono because I had those. I wasn’t about to wear my court room Armani or buy a costume. The groom is by and far the second most upright person in that family and he had no problem with his out of wedlock in laws paying for a fancy wedding that didn’t happen.
Oh, so he’s on facebook today making some deal about Bernie who I guess spoke in WA or OR today. Some friend of his asked if there was koolaid. The groom took offense. You know offering koolaid should be a good thing, fuck Jonestown, I think we should reclaim koolaid. Heh. I’m this here instead of there because I think it’d add insult to injury. Sad fact is, for better or worse, Bernie is the lesser of all clowns and despite how much the GOP has sabotaged itself, without provocation I could add if I wanted to (and probably just did), Bernie could just fuck the GOP up by letting them win a presidential election. He’s down by half to Hillary who is not well liked by anyone despite being the lesser clown of all in the big top.
So that’s two entries today, though this one was supposed to be something else. Maybe it is. Something else that is. Maybe you are.
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