Monday, January 3, 2011

Vitriolic as she smoked a Camel Light

and it was strange.
but it was burbank -- the valley.
home to MILF porn stars and one-beat character actors.
screenwriters from Florida State and a small town called nowhere.
round the block, a place dubbed "porn star karaoke.'
-- went with my girl. three haggard porn stars, 257 frat boys, in case you're wondering.
nevertheless, the raining had stopped, passed the pool -- 1960s azure blue -- smoker upstairs dug my carhart jacket.
"thanks," i said.
kept walking.
then i heard yelling.
screaming and yelling. mucho vitriolic.
sounded like it came from mouth of an embittered hard-knocks female.
some chick you'd rather not have as a cellmate.
she's got bad tattoos/claims people are "fake"/Raider Nation all the way.

scanned the area. did some impromptu recon and despite the constant stream of vulgarities being spewed, i couldn't nail the spewer.
that is, until i reached my girl's door.
and i was taken aback.
the progenator of this rant belonged to a "little person."
you know, a midget.
-- they prefer "little people," nowadays. i think.
but this little lady -- doppelganger to Diego Velazquez's painting "Las Meninas," was chomping @ the bit.
giving john doe a piece of her mind. and the rest of the apartment complex.
-- spare ya the details on the foul phraseology. made a former Jarhead blush, i'll tell ya that much.

regardless, it caught me off guard. always delegated "little people," into some characature-like existence.
under a mushroom.
walking the tight-rope.
but she was in sweatpants, smoking a Camel Light.
in burbank.
yes, quite a revelation, i know.
the little lady finished her screed. i smiled.
she leered.
me; Christoff, went inside.
into a nice warm condo with nice warm people,
and i've been thinking about this lady's life ever since.


"las meninas." 1656