What can YOU say in six sentences?
There's a cemetery up on the Strip, and no-tell motels, and living dead for miles and miles--junkies and crackheads and winos, oh my, and people invaded by unnamed afflictions, and those diagnosed, given pills, and cut loose to fend for themselves in the wilds.
All races and ages, most nationalities too, their one common stamp being poverty, man, and with it lost hope; the two are as one and have been since Nixon.
The bus hauls them all to the thrift shops and welfare, their clinics, court dates, p.o.'s, their connections, and all the nowheres that loners spend time in for days upon days without end.
A loner walked up to a driver one time and blew him away, and sent the bus over the side of a bridge into four-story freefall. He'd been a guy who stayed in his room and jacked off to porn and died daily, and finally decided a gun was the way to bust the fuck out of L7.
A lot of L7s up on the Strip, and other places where bullets make headlines, and from some issue sounds like low grinding noises in throats, volcanos building to blow.
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Comment by Angela on August 9, 2012 at 3:30pm This was perfect..."all the nowheres that loners spend time in for days". God.
Comment by Mike Handley on August 8, 2012 at 10:50pm ... since Nixon ... You always manage to include these little throwaway references that rock my world.
Comment by Joey Delgado on August 8, 2012 at 1:41pm Hell on earth, a nice portrait, sir. Depressing as all hell, but so so so well written. So many sentences to choose from, but honorable mention goes to #5. So chilling and bleak. Good stuff.
Comment by Robert Crisman on August 8, 2012 at 1:23pm @Teresa: I think that the people who can't hear it or see it anymore never really heard it or saw it in the first place. Either that or they didn't and don't know what their senses are telling them. Otherwise, how could it not stay with them?
Comment by Gita on August 8, 2012 at 12:18pm There's a strip like this on the west side of Montgomery and the worst part is, the name of the street is Rosa Parks Boulevard. I wish the city would change the damn name, call it Deadend, and rename another, pretty tree-lined street Rosa Parks.
"...sounds like low grinding noises in throats..." Clear warning. But when people hear and see something long enough, they can hear or see it anymore.
Comment by Robert Crisman on August 8, 2012 at 1:37am @Bill: It sure looks that way.
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