burgers and cows @ 05:12 pm
. . .
i gave myself the morning.
Goat wakes up earler than i do
on account of my energy expendature yesterday
i lay in bed while he worked out
closing my eyes from the light
and hearing the metal squeeking and crashing
against his grunts as he worked out
i layed around
a usual morning for me:
i'd not had one since i arrived here
so i drank some lemonade
and used the out house
washed my hands
and helped Goat get the cap off the pick up
we came into town
and i set about learning how to use my new DVD burner
and how and when i could get DSL here.
i got hungry around 1
so set off to get a burger from "Joe's"
a place i ate a few days ago
the only restaurant liked better than McDonald's in this town..
but on the walk down
i saw another place
Ms. Terri's Kitchen
so i went in there to order a burger...
a double burger..
i walked in and saw a guy behind the counter
and rows of tables
i shielded my eyes
picked up a menu
"mmm, a bit more expensive, but.."
and then looked up
i was terrified
it's one thing
walking into a joint like this with a group of guys
but to walk in alone...
all of these people who are in a completely different world than i am
i am an alien here
am i in the wrong place?
is there any way i can escape?
i walk up to the register and order my double burger
no cheese, no
the... vegetables, please
i sit down
and my eyes unfocus
my gaze seems to settle on a wedding band
on a big meaty hand
relaxing on the back of another chair
behind it, in the field, is a double chin
hair combed back: bald spot
in front of
drinking his soda pop
a man in a blue shirt gets up in the back
even his "buisness shirt" looks like it's got stretch marks
the man in front of me has his back to me
i admire the stitching
and contrast the tailor-ship of it
compared against the shapeless sleevless purple thing
the waitress is wearing
he face is kinda melted
when she catches my eye
all of the excess flesh formes into a carnival-esque smile
he has a soft-looking mat of golden hair rising above his neck
as he rips apart his fried chicken
it's like there's no air in here
90% of the people in here are grossly obese
and though i'm always attracted and interested in fat old men
for some reason now
i want to run
but i have to wait for my burger
everything feels greasy
my overalls are unbuttoned at the crotch
i fumble with modesty
watching shirts hanging over distented bellies
an old hippy-farmer type smiles at me
almost fit in comparison
i like the country life
but this is a bit to shocking for me
the waitress who took my order smiles
and tells me my burger is done
so i run up to pay
the huge business man is chatting
she lets me go around him
he doesn't notice me
(i saw them staring... but none of us are making eye contact)
when i come out side
i exhale loudly
take a deep breath
like a wet dog
can i survive here?
i keep thinking this as i walk past the McD's
the expanse of concrete
the tasteless buildings
i remind myself:
i don't live here
i live in the forest
i just need DSL
and i can do some art on the internet
and avoid most of this town...
the burger is so greasy..
so greasy the fat bleeds through the foil
i eat it
and feel slick and heavy all the rest of the day
overcome by pictures on silverdaddies
and wondering what i should do...
install FireFox for Goat
imagine what i can do to be a good lover and friend
where are my other friends?
reply to some emails
stare at the screen
waiting for downloads on dial-up
back to the mountain
i think i'll stay away for a few days.