Hello citi7ens of the 7th dimension!
Welcome back to then next installment of the riveting tale that will leave you longing for those youthful windswept summer nights™️. I’m not supposed to say anything, but Netfligs just offered me 200,000 for the rights to The Dusty Crackling Shore! :0 Wow! Rumor has it, Nick Cage will play the young female lead, and all the other characters will be CGI! I heard that Nick Cage might even be playing some other characters! Kind of like Lindsay Lohan in the Parent Trap. Anyway, Im really excited to go Hollywood!
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Without further adú,
The Dusty Crackling Shore (part 2)
In the heat of the afternoon, I would lug my large red wagon to the beach. I pretended it was a wagon, but really, it was a wheelbarrow which I had inherited from my uncle. This tool was an absolute necessity in order to tote the volume of Frostybrews I needed to get over my fear of fish. I loved that salty, tumbleweed-stricken road to the beach, as it made me feel like I was in a fairytale. The brittle tendrils lining my path reminded me of the story of the Virshin maiden my mother had told me as a girl. The maiden had blood as sweet as a peach, and when she sang, all the bats in the village came to circle her head like a halo.
Every day I would meander along the battlefield of the beach. I called it that because I liked to envision myself as a soldier, which made me feel heroic. I felt the beachgoers gaze at me in admiration. I put my hand over my chest to accept my accolades.
It was common for me to realize my sister had been walking behind me the whole time. This was not unusual for her, as she did not have a strong grasp on what was normal human behavior. She was lucky that I was incredibly generous with my judgements of what constituted “acceptable”. Eventually, she would run up to meet me and fill me in on her recent escapades. Jorge, her boyfriend of four months, had proposed. The ring consisted of several rusty nails he had crudely defied the laws of the physical universe to fashion. My sister was unaffected by my concerns of tetanus. "A myth!" she cried. If the corn's cooking, you better eat it. That’s a saying our mother graced us with.
Jerby Disko was getting increasingly popular. Despite the fact that we lived in a small seaside village, we would still have to wait hours behind a rope made of old fishing twine. Even bribes didn’t work, I regretfully discovered, after trying to offer the bouncer a tattered ‘fish n chips’ voucher in exchange for entry. When one did eventually get into the club, it was filled with a shocking volume of fishermen. I hadn't noticed them in line, nor had I pegged the bouncer for a Salt Rush sympathizer. Yet, night after night, I found myself on the dance floor amidst a sea of rubbery yellow coats squeaking unfavorably.
The pizza parlor was alive and well in the wee hours, despite the waxy and unappealing sheen of carelessly displayed slices behind the glass pane. Sweaty chunks of pepperoni made me question, what was the point of living in a modern society, if this was the slop we were dealt? The flatscreen mounted in the corner blared with a standup set of popular comedian, Ron Gonchi, "You know when you shit so hard you forget your own name?.."
My sister and I grabbed our personal pies (a double sauce for her and quad pastrami for me) and slid into an oily checkered booth. As we chomped, we drifted into a state of effortless eavesdropping on the group of young men sitting in an adjacent booth. My sister cocked her head in a way that indicated exactly what we were doing. "Beer just tastes better when you’re getting pooosy," a young man purported. "You just can't pick up on the deeper notes when you're horny.” He took a long guzzle from his Coors Light. "And i've been getting mad pooosy for a week now." After a round of high fives, one of the more introverted, nerdier types at the table, who frankly didn't quite fit in, raised a finger, "Jiffrey, where are you meeting these women?" Jiffrey turned and pointed directly at us. "There's girls everywhere, Henry. It doesn't take an Alpha to see that." Henry smiled shyly in my direction. I took note of his nerd-in-a-teen coming-of-age-movie good looks, and long pointed teeth. My sister quickly elbowed me. "Go talk to him”, she mouthed audibly. Not one to waste time with the art of subtlety, my sister was sick of my romantic flatlining. Not that I complained particularly often about my loneliness and desperation, rather, she was sick off my romantically charged night terrors waking her in the wee hours, and was hoping to offload me to another's house for at least several nights a week. Obligingly, I squeezed myself into the booth next to a beefy, absent-eyed man. "Hi henry," I whispered shyly.
Surprise! Its a 3 parter!!! Tune in next week for the grand slam; what Nick Cage is calling, “The blockbuster of the century.”
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