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Monday, June 2, 2014

All the Nuts aren’t with The Pancake’s Part 24

As George and Bill drag Chris into the kitchen he is now fully awake and in all out “rage mode.” His fingertips grasp the doorframe as George and Bill try to clear the stairs out of the basement. Bill bangs on Chris hands to make him let go.

George and Bill have moved into new carrying positions. George has Chris under the arms and Bill has his legs. Chris is bucking like a horse trying to throw its rider.

“He’s a kicker!” screams Bill just trying to hang on.

“Smash!” go the bottles on the counter as Chris swings an arm, connecting with them and a coffee maker. Chris connects with his foot “Bash!,” goes a pile of plates, first hitting the wall, then the floor.

Chris arches back and shoots his pelvis towards the ceiling. Bill and George hold on for dear life. Chris sounds like he is speaking in tongues.

“Crack!” goes an overflowing ashtray as it flies to the ground, breaking and scattering. It leaves a cloud of smoke that briefly covers the chaos and coats the trio in ashes and soot.

The kitchen is now filled with a misty haze that reminds me of a picture I once saw as a child. The picture was of 2 Vietnam Vets carrying a wounded comrade off the smoke filled battlefield.

Except in this the reality it is two men are throwing a drunken belligerent street hustler out the front door of their house.

“Fuckers!” screams Chris as Bill bangs on Chris fingers trying to make him now let go of the counter. Chris’ hand flies off, punching George in the face.

In the distance the siren grows even louder. The cops are clearly on their way here.

I am leading the charge to the front door, clearing the way. The house is in complete disarray, I have seen to that. I am pretty proud of my destruction. I made it look like Chris’ handiwork and that is why, we find ourselves in this situation right now.

Side stepping a knocked over stool, I slide into the hallway. The dogs continue barking and jumping at their cage as we crash on by. The pictures hanging in the hallway get thrown off their hooks, as Chris’ foot hits the wall.

George and Bill have been switching positions from leader to follower, literally spinning Chris ever since we started our demented parade

Chris is screaming, cursing and spitting and now his other foot connects with Bill’s face. Bill’s glasses come flying off.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that one,” Bill hisses at Chris.

“Fuck you, Fuckety Fucker!” Chris screams back.

The front door is still propped open as they drag Chris towards it. Bill and George flip Chris over and pick him up again, one on each side. Chris flying in a Superman pose is being rushed towards the door.

I jump onto the landing and quickly move to the side. I turn back just in time to watch George and Bill swinging Chris.

“1, 2, 3!” George screams and Chris goes flying out the door, over the stoop and onto the sidewalk.

Chris lands with a thud. His chin and hands are on the pavement; his ass is in the air. The less than clean underwear Chris has on now faces us, a crooked smile leer’s back at us.

Chris’ landing reminds me of Archie Andrews after Smither’s has thrown him out of the Lodge Estate.

George brushes his hands together. He has just thrown out the trash.

Bill has quickly stepped back in to retrieve his glasses. With one arm crossed around his rumpled robe he slides his glasses back onto his face.

George steps back into the house.

Bill looks at me.

“Nice work.” he says

To be continued…

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Dear Friends and Readers:

Thank you so much for all the support and for reading “Down the Rabbit Hole/A Day in the Life.” It is summertime and I am going to take another hiatus. We have almost finished our journey on the road to moving to New York City and working at The Ninth Circle. There is one or two more stories that I would like to tell you (working at a shady New York City Hotel and working as a dancer at a Russian Brighton Beach Nightclub.)

I will be re-running the blog from the beginning for the summer. Have a wonderful summer and thank you again for reading.


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