| This situation could and did not last long, it’s pretty rare that we can live together very long without driving ourselves and others totally nuts. After a month of this we began to look out beyond the holler for new sights to be seen. One idea was to go to Colorado where several ski resorts had offered jobs, another was to hit the road and sell random stuff out of the bus, Europe was given a brief once over but the idea was discarded for lack of funds. We kept all options more or less open but by the time two weeks had passed, decisions had been made. Anson would move to Ohio to live with fairy Daun until he could get an apartment. Giles was going to South Carolina to work at a daycare center. A day after those choices were made the apartment was more or less clean, the jobs had been ditched... Or had they ditched us? Let’s expound on this latest firing just a little. It was a Friday and things at work were going normally which meant neither of us was doing anything even remotely productive. Anson was lounging behind a desk a barley straw gripped in his teeth staring off into the cobweb festooned nether regions of the rafters. Giles was occupied riding a bicycle around and seeing how much hang time he could get off a jump built from a car hood and a couple of tires. The bosses were glued to a computer ogling the latest downloaded horse porn and car pictures. The time was nine o’clock. Then it happened, the incident that perpetuated the Firing. | ||||||
| As Yertle, the Turtle King, lifted his hand And started to order and give the command, That plain little turtle below in the stack, That plain little turtle whose name was just Mack, Decided he'd taken enough. And he had. And that plain little lad got a bit mad. And that plain little Mack did a plain little thing. He burped And his burp shook the throne of the king! |
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| Well it really wasn’t a burp, it was a small instance of insubordination however the results were similar. Harvey was the king of ford dealership land and ruled with a donut gripped tight in his hand. He hated the who’s and the who’s they all knew it and when he told them to work the who’s cried “Screw it, we’ve had enough of the ram shackled hole, we’re tired of being ruled by you fruity assed trolls, we’ll pick up our shit, we’ll load up the bus we’ll leave you sad bastards without any fuss.”
And the next day we were heading in separate directions and So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.... Or something. |
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