Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
-- Theodor Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss)
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Hank and Forrest driving around town
From Charles Bukowski's "The Rooming House Madrigals":COUNTRYSIDE
I drive my car through a valley where (very oddly) young girls sit on fencerails showing impartial leg and haunch in butterglory sun, young girls painting cows and trees in heat painting old farms that sit like pools of impossibility on unplanted ground, ground as still and insane as the weathervanes stuck northwest in the degenerate air; I drive on with the girls and their brushes and their taffy bodies stuck inside my head like tooohache, and I get out much further down the road walk into a peeling white cafe and am handed water in a glass as thick as a lip, and 4 people sit eating, eyes obsessed with molecules of no urgency; I order a veal cutlet and the waitress walks away trussed in white flat linen and I sit and watch and wait so dissattached I wish I could cry or curse or break the water glass; instead I pour cream into the coffee I think of the girls and the cows, stir the cream with a damaged and apologetic tinkle then decide not to think or feel anymore that day. -- C. Bukowski
"I need to go someplace by myself"
"OK"
"Do you have some extra money?"
"No such thing as 'extra' money, but I'm sure I've enough for you to go someplace, or just use your card. Where are you going?"
"I don't know. Maybe Dayton or Indianapolis. Someplace close but far enough."
"How long?"
"Overnite, maybe longer, maybe not at all. I just need to go and see when I get there. Do you want me to stay?"
"I want you to do whatever you think is best for you. Unwind, think, whatever. Just be careful with that car of yours. You should take a good book to read."
"I've got my clinical notes from work I have to read."
"Yeah, that will be good for R&R..."
"Maybe I'll finish that Maupin book.... Well.... see ya."
"See ya."
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Out the window from upstairs I can see her cleaning out her car. Why today? She never cleans out her car She says she hates it It's an 88 chevy celebrity she hopes that by abusing it she can drive it away (ha!) Make it wanna leave home perhaps cause its early demise She never cleans it out but she did today. Oh well Doo Dah
I don't know if she took a book Any book. I know what she didn't take She didn't take CODEPENDENT NO MORE.
Saw Forrest Gump at the theater last night A Moving Picture.... Glad I got to see it Now maybe I'll finally finish the book.
Forrest had an IQ of 75. He did great things and was a good soul. He loved one woman, Jenny, his entire life, whether she loved him back or not. I think maybe it would be better to have an IQ of 75 instead of 160. God loves idiots and drunks. Oh well, I am a drunk sometimes... And I feel like an idiot Much of he time lately...
Afterwards, 9:30 pm Would you like to go do something? I dunno, she said. Hear some music? Get something to eat? Have some beers? I dunno, she said.
I drive through the teen-agers-in-their-dads'-cars dominated streets of early nighttime white oak, north bend, bridgetown, western hills she says, where are you going? I dunno. Do you have any ideas? No.
Cheviot She says, Why have you driven to cheviot? It's a beautiful night for driving. Even better for walking, cool and breezy. Wanna walk? No. I was thinking of that bar you & I & John went to. It's just up the road, here on Glenway. I don't remember. Just turn around and go home. You wanna go home? I don't want to wander aimlessly, she said (Although that's a metaphor for our life right now, I didn't say) Help me remember the name of the place. I don't know what you're talking about, she said Yeah you do: the bar where trilogy played. There's also one in Reading. I should be able to remember... I played there a few times... What is it?
Foley's. She said Yeah. My brain is shit for remembering this week. Wanna go there? I dunno. I don't care. Hungry? Maybe a little.
At foley's we have some rolling rock and appetizers. We try to have conversation Here in this community of my childhood I remember things I've not thought about since I lived near here (from the ages of 2 - 8). Over there, that was the first McDonalds in the suburbs of Cincinnati. And this restaurant was then a place called LUMS FAMOUS HOT DOGS - STEAMED IN BEER. I always wanted to go there, but my parents didn't want to I didn't know if it was because they didn't like beer or didn't like hotdogs or didn't like hotdogs steamed in beer or didn't think a 6 year old should be exposed to such things... But I always wanted to And never did
And over there at the bowling alley (how quaint, how midwestern) was a day care center (in the basement) called the rodeo room. the Alley had a western motif, so everything else around had it, too. I imagined cowboys and indians bowling steer skulls and tumble weeds at fence posts and tee-pees It scared me But the day care center I really hated it See: I was in grade school My little sister was not Whenever we were off school and my mother had to work she would take me there to the place she took my little sister Of course, my sister had other little kids her age that she knew I was always the only elementary aged kid in there I hated it The teachers (or whatever they were) would always try to engage me in helping the little kids in organizing activities in helping them teach Ha! I knew they got paid and I didn't I just wanted the hell out of there
I was already a weird kid That just made me weirder
Not far from there was the neighborhood I moved to when we left the rural neighborhoods and moved into town. following the road with my eyes from foleys I can see where it turns and becomes the beginning of the neighborhood I inhabited from 9-14. Memories of that are often supressed, too, or at least filed away. When I go there they come rushing back like a chord from an old song. Like a whiff of cologne you've not worn in 20 years.
It was there I fell in love with Sheila, among others
But she was the first to make me feel more than the little boy longings for a girlfriend kind of feelings. With her I felt sadness, longing, inconsolable yearning. Her mother, a staid, solid german woman, forbade me to see her daughter. They were followers some unusual religion (at least to me at that time) and I, apparently, was an infidel. They actually had a meeting of the elders when she learned Sheila and I were holding hands at school. She came to school and had us called to the principal's office. Made it clear I was not to see her daughter anymore. Sheila told me it was because her mother had become pregnant with her oldest sister out of wed-lock and had disgraced her family and the church. She was worried her lovely daughter might do the same. At 13?
So I used to ride my bike the 15 miles to her neighborhood on the river and meet in the woods by a marina. We spent all afternoon there sitting in those huge cement tubes they would eventually bury someplace. Sometimes I'd make my friend Bill ride with me, then ignore the shit out him while Sheila and I sneaked off on our own. Bill took a lot of shit from me. He fell in love with her, too. He tried to approach her after I moved away that summer. It didn't do him any good.
Someone told me she eventually did get pregnant out of wed-lock... But not by me By then I was a 17 year old living in the country, almost about to begin dating the girl who would become the woman across from me at foleys. Sheila, I was told, became pregnant by another member of her church named Matt. Who knows if it was even true? I wished them well, either way. So it goes.
How did I get to this place?
The mind wanders wild when set free on the paths of our memories.
we tried to talk about childhood and other memories as we sat at the restaurant. I felt alone. I think she did, too.
There was a time when hands would be held across the table.
We opened beers for one another from the bucket of 6 we'd ordered. Is that the same? Guess not.
Finish your beer, she said, I wanna go.
we went.
Now she is someplace else.
Wonder where?
And what should I do?
Megan is camping with a friend's family Jenni is off with her cousin
I'm here at the breakfast bar wishing I could talk to someone about this.
But what would I say?
I think I should drive back to that old neighborhood today
See what else I can remember.
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