What if he tells me to buy my own copy?
And by the time the knuckles touch wood, the fella's already mapped out the conversation every which way, every possibility assessed, none of them anything less than cripplingly humiliating.
The lawyer answers the door. The fella spits on the carpet. "Stick your fuckin record up your arse!"
Because we can't ever let anything happen without first obsessing and assuming and Doing Folks Thinkin For 'Em, and so yeah, the girl in the geek glasses, she wanders on up the street, on past the bar with the red light pourin onto the pavement, with the folks outside mutterin, "We'll never get in there, that's the fuckin Viper Room."
And they never do approach the bouncers.
And he never does walk with the lady in the geek glasses.
And The Duke never will kiss the lass with the freestyle in the smile and the Savage Purple in the eyes.
In the hotel room, under the sheets, flicking through the couple photos stored on the memory of the digital camera, three in total, two of them being pictorial representations of Dec, taken whilst stood outside Eamon Dorans and The Duke and Sir Fleming being propositioned along the lines of;
"Listen, we're all gonna head back to mine, gonna be great, all sortsa partying to be done, what with it only bein 5 in the AM."
And a no, my God I would adore nothing more in this world, but we can't, on account of the train tickets forbid it, on account of being There pretty much guarantees we won't ever wind up Here, being right beside the train station, more or less, and yeah, fuck, it's a costly business, the old train travel, ain't the kinda thing a man can pay for an discard willy nilly.
'Specially not when the bank account bleeds out the ATM every time I go near the fucker, screamin an hollerin, "Leave me! I have nothing more to give!"
But what I can do, is I can ask about whether a photograph might be taken, for the article, like. For posterity.
"Sure."
And so the flash a white and the whirr of the camera in the grip.
Sir Fleming looking unsure, what the hell's goin on here, what with all this photo taking?
"Shit, could I take another one, man?"
"Um, yeah. Sure."
And again with the flash and the whirr, suspicious glances from Sir Fleming, what you playin at, The Duke, what kinda madness is this?
Article comments
1 - DJRadiohead
... as the first strains of "Waltz #2 (XO)" begin to play...
Aces. Absolute aces. I want a flat in Mondo Irlando and to never attempt to write again so as not to embarrass myself.
I guess what I am saying is... I enjoyed the fuck out this series of yours, Duke. Really, really did.
2 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
DJ, thank you, man. i feel like some sorta purgin was goin on, feel kinda exhausted with it all an ain't a hundred percent sure if it's any good, but nonetheless, feels like some sorta Full Stop's been issued, for sure.
3 - DJRadiohead
First let me assure you it was more than good.
I think I understand what you mean about the sense of... 'relief.' That sense you get when you finally finish the work and put it out there... a feeling only intensified when work is of a personal nature to you. There's an excitement and a terror and a thrill and a panic all happening at the same time and it is fucking exhausting.
Just wait til the others who have followed this saga check in. You're going to get kudos out the wazz. Of course, if you're anything like me, you'll appreciate the fuck out of the kind words and praise all the while not believing one fucking bit of it.
Regardless... I loved traveling along with you and Sir Fleming et all.
4 - Bennett
Yeah, I'll second that thought. Thanks Duke, it was a wild ride.
5 - Aaron Fleming (Sir)
Yep, absolutely fantastic. That last section is so wonderfully poignant.
God, it seems like years ago, or maybe another dimension, or, even, a dream. Geeky glasses, sigh.
"fella with the daft blue velvet jacket and the Clerks t-shirt" - Hahahaha, monstrous hilarity at that self-deprecation.
6 - Sinéad
the jacket was BRILLIANT!!
the clerks t-shirt was great also
7 - DJRadiohead
"Clerks" is a vital piece of American cinema. I need that t-shirt.
8 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
ach, sorry folks, i been out the game for a day or two. it honestly means a hell of a lot to know you folks dug it, since i was unsure if i liked this part or not, an still think i'll re-write the end at some point. but it does a man good to know some folks understood what was goin on, an got some sort of enjoyment out of it all. heh, the entertainment provided by a fella's soul-scourging agony.
and Sinéad, the jacket maybe was fairly brilliant in and of itself, but hung round my awkward frame, well, was like hangin a picasso on the side of a shithouse.
acutally, that'd be fuckin brilliant.
alright, was like watching Manhattan on a shitty tv with the picture panned and scanned and the aerial fucked so every now and again you get the news breakin through.
(break on through etc etc)
DJ, i'll lend you the shirt. it appears chicks dig it.
9 - Greg Smyth
I can't believe I didn't comment on this at the time. Really enjoyed this whole thing and am honestly a little sad it's finished. Keep it up, chief.
10 - Mat Brewster
I'll second that, Greg. 'ceptin' I just now read this final installment on account of needing the time and the mind frame to finnish such a lovely tale.
Thanks Duke.