Nelson said he might be something for me but it just does not talk to me on the phone. I just wonder if it is illegal or dangerous, to which he replied "I do not think you'll see it's fun." I should also add that it pays my train ticket, for what I was really over and under to eat pasta I fly to my neighbor who leaves his kitchen window open enough. "You were not forced to give me this detail, you could just ask for the ticket. It was nice to know, is not enough for you to give me this kind of details." I'm not sure you want to accept what I propose even for money, but my neighbor leaves his window open was less because of the cold. "Ok I'll pay, but you work for me three months to January. Thousand per month and I withdraw the fare on your first payment, plus ten percent interest.". I do not just say yes to that phone, "you receive the mail ticket tonight, tomorrow, bye." I'm anxious and I shred a carton of canned tuna to calm myself in the small TV there are a lot of reporting on Obama and journalists often say the word "black". I cleaned some business with hot water and shower gel and then sent a letter telling him that Clara never see itself for what it is too dumb. I made my bag, get the mail I transcribe on paper, then I read eight pages of the Bible by finishing the bottle of port found at the foot of the bed of my neighbor. The train is empty I spread my legs on the seat next to me asking me how I'm going to pass the time during six hours, a man asked me to remove my legs telling me this is his place, I look and said quietly:
- The train is empty.
- This is my place to watch because my number.
He tends his ticket with his finger indicating the number. I change up and read the Bible for three hours, the rest of the time I sleep and I'm hungry. The controller has a horrible mustache and I want to burn him with a lighter, he told me to remove my legs extended. Nelson waiting for me with big glasses on his little face and especially the leather jacket punk atrocious. He did not smile.
- Hi Nelson.
- You made me not look so thin as that.
- I still dressed that's why.
There is a silence where he scratches his neck and felt his fingers.
- You're not gay at all?
- No no! why you say that?
- I know not to put you t'insinuée hair has not? When told you "I have my dressed yet." I mean you put a pile in front of me.
- No no not really, I wanted to say that thee feel like I am ...
- Forget it must be my Medoc that make me paranoid. Excuse guy, it will you? Well, ok, fine let's go. Have
returns to his black pickup truck, he put an old cassette Imuvrini with sounds waves of severe acute because of the wear strip. It gives an even more eerie songs Corsicans.
- You worry tired of them?
- Who them? the idiots?
- I do not know if Imuvrini are idiots.
- Oh them ... No, I listen every day gives me strength.
Waiting for it to finish his sentence but he has already finished.
- Power?
- I am not strong at all, like in Star Wars, the same kind of strength you see.
He laughs hard in a way that seems not natural, I feel ill at ease and I press my palms.
- So what?
- I'll show but you'll have to farm.
- As long?
- Are you stupid or what you think it's a holiday, I immediately shows now and tonight was something already planned.
- Tonight?
- Yeah also, a little.
The fact that it spends the night scares me, I tear a piece of cardboard in my pocket, a lot of bad things this place at night. There had been any statistical or above the TV he had even invited a woman who was burned alive he put a mask doll to horrify the right way people surely. She complained especially his sex life I think.
He lives in a sort of house with single storey pavilion, around the garden he installed huge wooden palisade that gives me the impression of being in a garden witness Leroy Merlin. There is an inflatable pool filled with green water mix has leaves, it hits in the foot and said that I must take it apart. He shows me the couch or sleeping and I said he should not be too stuffed toilet paper or we wallow in our shit. The place is ugly, dead, I want to drink alcohol.
- T'a not a beer something like that?
- No, I decide to put myself in the diet, I not want any damn cancer. In any case I will at least kiss girls without close your eyes, even the hookers. But thee bar is fifteen minutes away thee just down the road.
- Ok, I'll take a shower.
- A day ok?
-
Ok - First I'll show you what we will do.
- No shower first I think I was needed.
I can to have that warm water and there is a horrible mass of hair, hair in the bathtub. The shower gel and shampoo are filled with good vibes is what is marked on their labels. He took me in his garage, there is a very funny smell of dust. There is a mountain of things a mannequin, a large inflatable banana, monkey stuffed a package of countless Christmas garland, a saddle horse, a mountain of old porn comics and more. Alibaba's cave for a sociopath. There is a large white horizontal freezer with a glass door through to what I see is white. above, the banana that grows on the ground and puts his hand on the wrist of the freezer.
- Are you ready to have your worldview changed?
- Shit is what you made me freak out.
- You're a special guy in this society, even if you're not rich, being with me in the garage that makes you a fucking choice. Something unique. Unless you were rich, but even so, it would not have the same privilege.
- C'mon opens. It takes
the door and a cloud of cold flowed and flows toward the ground. Inside there is a black ground, then the cloud cleared, I'm getting closer, it is a human form, the size of a child and this form has a face with big black bulging eyes, two hole in the place nose and mouth completely disproportionate to the extreme swelling. Hands her two little fingers as the hands of Tyrannosaurus, the skin is dark gray, almost black. There's a funny smell that gives me nausea. I declined his mouth open, eyes wide open and hiccups a kind word, one cries, I do not know.
- Flippant eh?
My hands over my mouth, I try to say something but nothing comes out.
- A fucking alien guy, yeah like in ET, but it finished the others in his mouth. I never love that movie anyway.
- Shit, shit, shit, but ... But shit, I mean ... Damn.
- Yeah shit huh? It is an Arab who had in his family, the fucking freezer. They attack them in the desert, to remove them can be, for I know not kiss. But this con extraterrestrial, I wonder, or was increasing its technological superiority at that moment, by what he was enough that he put a stick in the face for him explode his skull. Besides, he took a job as a goldsmith for him as well sew it should be.
He points to the beast with her and draw an arc in the air above the skull.
- He had a freezer in the desert?
He looks at me, pulls out a cigarette, lights it does not feel his fingers, watching the beast and looks at me with eyes half closed.
- Maybe.
- You're weighed Nelson.
- Listen I am your fucking boss now, so you shut up and tonight we took with us the evening of an emirate on the heights of Cannes. It is the anniversary of his kid so we had to offer its interest best show birthday ok?
He lights his cigarette and smokes.
-
Ok - It was not a fucking question. I wave
head slightly from right to left to say, maybe, "what a mess" or perhaps "what is con" or maybe "what idiot I am." He closes the door slamming and said
- Well that should not rot well, I already pay a guy sweet funeral for it and fill the void you know with all these products the dead. I shit you ever put me in the vein that I die, I'd rather eat worms. It's funny that the guys in undertaker ask me anything except the money, really too zarb people déconnent completely I think.
I gaze fixed on the banana and I tear the piece of cardboard in my pocket and I'm cold. He sends me a cloud of smoke above then leaves and tells me off when leaving and do not touch the alien. I have a little alone in the room and I feel that stuffed monkey looks at me and judge me, I turn and goes quickly.
Nelson is in the kitchen trying to squeeze an orange, he finished his cigarette extinguished in the citrus, takes a sip of juice and said threateningly:
- I hope you were not only train you masturbate on him, I saw your hands in your pockets stirred, I hope your not the rod for him. Otherwise it is clear, you'd be queer.
- No no.
- beware eh.
I think I'm a bastard, I'm not going to sleep with one eye open tonight, if I sleep and I'll drink plenty for three months. Immediately after these thoughts, I go to the bathroom, I locked myself and simulates diarrhea, look for an alternative escape route, a backup plan, something, anything. Assistant enema, stomach garbage cleaner hospital cleaner scene of crime of passion, sexual and infanticidal, Wax stake for vampire, anything, far from here.
The kid is nine years old and his father is an emirate as we imagine them, as sort of white robe with black glasses at night, he sniff a little pile of coke on the corner of a table. His son looks at him and shouted again he wants shot at the alien. The father looks at me and said he wants his kid to fire on the alien. Nelson and interferes with a big smile says it will foul fix it, time to get a shot glass. He sent me with the van to see a friend of his telling me that I cut a finger in thirty minutes if I'm not with the glass. The guy was waiting his armory, a large window full of fingerprints under his arm. We shake hands and he said:
- Oh those fucking Arab huh?
- Yeah I know but yeah.
He puts it in the trunk and as I have five minutes in advance I park double-parked and bought a small bottle of vodka. I drink a big gulp when leaving the grocery store and then I slipped into the inside pocket of my tuxedo jacket. Nelson gets me when I get a slap on the head without saying anything and I said nothing then installs the glass front of the freezer tip on a ledge in the garden. The boy takes the big piece with a nine millimeter silent, I thought his father go from his hands on her son, but not made. The boy pulls himself twice and the recoil pushes back so hard that lack of stumbling. He clenched his teeth with a smile. His father would shout something in Arabic behind him, raising his arms, sprawled on a sofa, there are two girls between sixteen and twenty five years and they grelotent jersey, so they say in English has an Asian butler to bring a cooler , they shake against him by licking their bust. The child draws three more times and then he threw the gun into the grass court at his father and says he wants to see the breasts of the girls on the couch. The father of girls slap their thighs and they remove the top of their shirt, their teeth chatter and they bite their lips to stop it, link their nipples. The child looks and feels, one of them looks at me and gives me a wink. I turn wood a little vodka, after I open my shirt as if I concentrated on my laptop out of my pocket inside. I feel dizzy, Nelson has a happy smile fool laying the emirate. A butler may be the same one that the father had asked a radiator, maybe not, Asian anyway. This butler appeared before me, staggering, clutching his leg bleeding.
- Help me, my leg, The Child, he shot me in my leg.
All this with an accent really horrible.
Returning Nelson smokes a joint at the wheel, I sort the bottle and then the wood tends to Nelson.
- No man, no, cancer your mind?
- Damn you smoke a joint, what are you telling me.
It sets the road and I feel it looks really, her eyes do not move, do not tremble. As if it was lost in the white line in the middle of the road, until everything becomes blurred. I said
- You had to pay how much?
- Nothing, that guy owed me a lot of money or the time I sold the cartoon porn. And yet I almost wonder if I was not worth more than this thing.
- You really think it's an alien?
- I dont care, as others believe it and report me the money.
- T'a not a bit of conscience?
- Huh? Stop your bullshit minette, what are you talking to me, consciousness? I really think you're a fag, really. You should write for a magazine chick.
The next morning I woke early, took my bag, then stuffed monkey on the bus. I sold the stuffed monkey in a shop I knew in Cannes and Nelson called me a dozen times that I do not respond and left three of which one or sms it was marked "Put1 denculé dt sea dog the pacifiers of each of my put1 monkey my monkey t aml Ramna 1b or wd qe jur your put1 of the SRP con molded could blind bit of your put1 jl per cent to tee yeu. I report it anonymously to cop the same day in a letter saying he had a corpse home and earn that money. My grandmother welcome me home and I spent two months there before finding a job in a fast food restaurant she knew the manager. To information he spoke of a manic depressive megalomaniac who tends lugging the corpse of an African child with an orphan disease "atrocious deform", without saying the names of the disease. My grandmother said
- How parents can they do that? I eat a butcher
mashed with gravy, it's good and I look and say
- Poverty, I do not know, full of bullshit can do that, full of con can.
- Africa it's horrible. I
Africa is seen as a holiday camp in Tunisia.
- Yes it's horrible. I said it then I was hungry and there is a report on any student demonstration on TV. They all break and it annoys me.