Cashin’ Checks and Snappin’ Necks
Rhyming about the night prowl, dangerous woman & imaginary cats.
Readers words from Alive; Dead. Thrill; Dread.
“This is the Duality of Life” - Diesel, USA. I agree Diesel except most have numbed, controlled themselves to not feel deeply. Positive or negative. Shame!
“You obviously haven’t read Marcus Aurelius or you wouldn’t say such stupid shit about how he speaks on emotions. Maybe you can learn from him, freak” Garrett R, Dallas, Texas. You got worked up enough to spend time messaging me. That is not very Aurelius of you. and his wife had affairs on him. Hope God blesses you regardless youngin!
READ Alive; Dead. Thrill; Dread.
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I’m cashing checks. Snapping necks. Turning down sex. PR, max sets. Demons haunting, night sweats. Never blondes. Brunettes. Let’s gamble roulettes? 20k on black, top bets. It’s red. I have debts. No regrets. Find nearest mirror, flex, laugh, growl, light Cigarettes, deep inhale, pit boss threats, cash checks, bounces. Running now. Whiskey sweats. Wheels up, plane jets Winston forgets, no frets.
At the airport and Maria picks me up.
She’s wearing her Jadon Pisa Platform Doc Martens, Aged Levi 501s that are pre-1950 Leather Tag. Copper rivets, as all real 501s must have, a result of Jacob Davis writing to Levi Strauss in 1872 expressing concern over stressed points. This giving us the now poetically designed six rivet system complete with four on the right hand pocket, two on the left hand pocket. None in the back. This design, the rivets, are what were actually patented in 1873: “riveted trousers,” not “blue jean denim pants” and it’s what set Levi’s apart. Let us not forget the artistically stylistic yet innovatively practical choice to angle to button stitching thus allowing a more sound protection against the auto-unhook problem. A white Calvin Klein ribbed tank top with a cigarette burn 4 inches below her heart from that one night, where induced by a full moon, high tingly, she asked to be burnt. Wanting pain to bring it into into the physical. Something more dangerous than shared bodies can created. I made it through the shirt but stopped before flesh. Frozen by? Compassion? Care? Whatever it is gave us the Yeezyesque shirt. $210 for that demographic…
I think of this at times.
Wind blown black hair streaming around blue eyes that stare through me. She looks like Bonnie of the infamous criminal duo and I laugh because Maria’s never committed a crime. Isn’t even capable.
Crouching into the driver seat and immediately flipping the radio to Creedence Clearwaters Sinister Purpose I feel relief. Bliss.
Vegas is overplayed. I’m ready to drive into the moonlight.
“You look like shit”
“I know” and I do. Disheveled button up. Blood shot eyes. Unkept hair. Where are my shoes?
She smiles, judges, looks ahead.
“Hello, Old friend. Miss me?”
I turn and see Maria’s hideous abomination of a cat sitting in the middle back seat. Twisted face including a deadly underbite, one jagged tooth tip toeing up towards its squished nose. It was born like this but looks like it was hit the face with a frying pan. Matted hair unable to be freed despite Maria’s relentless attempts, and a seat belt buckle latched around it’s lap which I don’t even bother asking Maria if she buckled or if it did it itself... And worse, a look on its face like she’s happy to be ugly.
My mood is ruined.
“What’s that disgusting thing doing here?”
“Hey! Be nice! It’s a long drive to the airport and I thought she’d like the night air.”
During this explanation I’m visibly losing control. Fidgeting in the seat, gripping the gear shit - tightening, loosening, over and over. My jaw on its own, doing the same.
“You should get rid of that cat. It’s inhuman. Demonically possessed. Haven’t you saw the signs? It talks out loud!”
“Talks? What? Not it doesn’t? There’s nothing wrong with her you’re just tired from your trip. & come to think, maybe you’re the possessed one! Spending so much time in Sin City!”
I contemplate grabbing it from the back seat, launching her out the window and speeding away before Maria herself can jump out after her. But I don’t. CCR still playing I launch forward and think of how to deal with it at night. One on one. I’m going to poison the Friskies.
Pleased with my thoughts. A foreshadowed victory. Sunshine on the horizon I begin smiling and relax before, leaning between the crack of the back seat and the window I hear a whisper in my ear;
“20k on black? You fool. I hiss at your stupidity! Always go red. The color of your blood won’t let you down next time…”
WITH LOVE
WINSTON
SOULED IDEA
HATING LOVER WITH A HEART OF GOLD
THE TIGER’S TEAR
ps don’t swap spit with the lady from HR it’s never worth it.
