Bloddy wakes at 9:09 at night. He sees the digital clock. He thinks in England {and other areas} it is 21:09. In the United States of America, 21 is the legal drink age. In England, Drunk Driving is called drink drive. "Bloddy thought all these words, but never had guts to spill," thought Bloddy Mashoo.
"Is this confoosing enoof foor Yoo?" Bloddy makes the point, in his mind. So, there, he rises like a rose from his bed. It is mostly dark, the bed room, the housely. Bloddy named his house housely. Housely he roams and wanders the walled and ceilinged and floored areas. He is thirsty. He thinks of himself as a 'thirsty animal.'
At 9:11, he steps to his frigerator. He opens. He grasps a water bottle half 'full' of water. He opens. He drinks a bit of water. His eyes are bleary, like water that is tinged with dark holes of alcohol and sweet trims of oil, like from a ship or a bottle, but never a ship in a bottle, like some would say, though I know not who those some may ever be. Bloddy thinks, "The I in the previous sentence may be me."
Purest Forms -
A Bit of History
Bloddy Mashoo was born in 1902 to Mary Hell and Dream Bell (not his real name of ucking course; he changed it after falling in love with Mary.) They had lived in Dover for nigh on 30 years, then abrubtly moved to Burlington, New Hampshire, on the United States of America. They were secret alcoholics, meaning they never drank. Never means never. Their 4 parents were truly horrible, beatings and slavery and Hell and what-not. Mary has a 1-inch scar above her left eyebrow. Dream has bad guts, usually rushing to restrooms, reading a book on health and other disasters. Mary spoke often out against her parents, exposing evil. Dream chose to forget mostly. He tried to shed light on Earth. Dream Bell would shed Light on Earth. Mary lost almost everything, not the least of which was patience. At nine years old, Dream died. The 4-year funeral changed Bloddy's mind. He emerged in the middle of his puberty, wet, wild and well-bled. He had 2 friends on and off again, who remained so for as long as two of the 3 lived. Bloddy made a break from Burlington at 18. Unsynchronously, he's lived on England, Scotland, Belgium, Jamaica, Long Island, New York, Austin, Texas, St. Paul and
waxahatchee
and Toledo
, Spain or Ohio,
we'll never know.
A Scene
Bloddy gets back to his one bedroom apartment at 5:05. He opens
a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from France. He peels off some foil. He tips the bottle up to his lips and drinks. A few gulps and minutes later, he sighs into the couch, leather deep and blue. His eyes almost cross, he crosses himself unconsciously and forgets all the names he's known. For 2 seconds he feels himself almost faint, head and neck swaying. He gets horny enough to run into a neighbor's apartment and tear himself open, to open
himself. But he doesn't. He'd stay up every morning and watch the boiler till it started boiling. It was a good exercise. It was fun, he's said since he was being a boy. He sleeps.
.... Where is it? Is it in there? Yeah, it may be in there....
Out loud to himself at 3:39, gazing to the black invisible ceiling...
Nasally, he breathes in for 5 seconds and out for 7. Breath whooshes on the plain white-cased pillow. For what may be forever, Bloddy stares at the inside of his mind.
A jug of vodka costs 9.99 plus sales tax.
A joint on the end table, between the couch and the front door, is cased by a cockroach. A friend gave it to him. They disappeared, literally. The cockroach has many friends. He never smoked. The light brought Them out then put them back in.
Too shoes - dirty dusty sneaky, dimly strangerly waiting by the door - Bloddy sees, and hears and thinks to the thoughts and the readers,
" Go anywhere. Do anything. "
Loving in God, is what Bloddy thought was the word.
It is.
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