tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10220017864775095722024-02-20T02:07:41.033-08:00track suitTeddy Hanoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908844891367888846noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022001786477509572.post-41949652106283778082008-02-13T00:49:00.001-08:002008-02-13T01:00:53.339-08:00Capter 6Oliver Files finally woke up from the new year's eve party. He could barely remember anything from the last few weeks. "Have I fallen asleep for all of January?" Oliver thinks to himself. He looks around his room. There are school books and papers on the tables and floor. He looks at a paper he has written and does not recognize it. Somehow, in the mix, Oliver Files had gotten back to school and started class while in a mindless daze. He had written papers while sleeping. Oliver read the papers he had written while he sipped an RC cola. He didn't like them. They were boring. Oliver turnede on the tv. He tried to remember his last few days home, but he could not. "I will talk to some people on the computer or something." He thought. He crunched the can and threw it in the garbage. He walked out onto the porch and looked around. He wondered if he had been dead, a zombie, doing daily tasks. He imagined himself eating his teacher's brains. He imagined himself eating some customer's brains at the gas station. He wondered if he still had his job. Nothing is too certain right now. Oliver doesn't even know what got him here. He walks back into the house and walks through the hall, past the bathroom, into his room. He turns to the dresser and opens it. He tosses his clothes on the floor of his clean room. A Jimmy Ray t-shirt flies from Oliver's hand, it hangs on the bedpost a second, then falls onto the carpet. Oliver finds the box of casette tapes. He takes it over to his bed. He puts a tape in the tape player. It starts with the sounds of ten pin in the mountains and low voices laughing, there is a quiet snoring along with some harp music in the background. The first voice on the tape speaks, "Twenty years." Oliver looks at the cieling and listens to the tape trying to remember the past few weeks.Teddy Hanoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908844891367888846noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022001786477509572.post-58894448628999386882007-12-01T11:20:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:54:41.828-08:00Chapter 5The ground is full of dirt and rocks and some leaves from the trees in the park. The ground smells like shit and I wish someone would just come over and sit on the bench and light up a cigarette so I could get some smoke moving through these longs. I feel like I need to cough. The shit I just took is still steaming in a pile in the middle of the park. I can see some flies buzzing around it. Man, flies love my shit. A fly comes past my nose and I bite at the air as hard as I can trying to catch it but I miss.<br />The Captain and I arrived late today so I missed the thin man with the scarf around his throat who sits on the bench everyday and pats me on the head and scratches me behind my ear and tells me things like how death is like an empty shoe and how the bottom of the sky is going to one day come falling out and consume each nation. He tells me that he gets scared sometimes just thinking about it. He scratches my ears better than anyone when he talks about how scared he is. And when he does that I just move closer to him and rub my wet nose underneath his arm that rests on his skinny thigh. And he picks up his arm just enough to let my face slide underneath and he tells me that I’m a good boy and I move my tail from side to side letting him know the same.<br />The leash I am tied up with is red and coming undone at its sides. When I was younger I used to think I was invincible and could bite my way through anything. I get tied up to a statue of a dog every morning. The Captain thinks he is really clever sometimes. He tells me to stay put and I sit down in the park cause I know he knows how to tie a double knot so I know I’m not going anywhere. Plus, even if I could go somewhere where would I go? Every day The Captain goes across the street and comes back with burger straight off a plate for me. I don’t see many places around here giving me fresh burger off a plate. All I see is my shit still steaming.<br />The sidewalk has many cracks. This statue is supposed to look like a dog and as The Captain eats I pass the time sitting next to it trying to make myself look more dog like, more defined for the passers by. When I see anyone smoking a cigarette I flex my leg muscles as tight as I possibly can. I clench my jaw together and act like those fucked up dogs that are sometimes on the glowing screen when The Captain sits down on Monday nights to watch pro wrestling. When he expects to see body slams and sees dog prancing around a rectangle instead he gets pretty pissed off and so the dog shows never stay on for too long. But I have seen enough of them to know that those dogs, no matter how pretty those judges say their hair is or how proper their step looks are still fucked up. I know people love to see things acting like they know that they can win something. So I sit next to that shitty statue and I look as majestic as I can. I try to win some pats on the head. I try to win some stares from small children in strollers. I try and win a cigarette right up in my face. I want to hear those “awwwweesss” and “ohhhhhhhs”<br />I want to be seen as the most adorable dog of all time more adorable than that puppy in the window. I want to win the hearts and feel the warmth of all that is around me. I want to take the eyes of the people in the park and take them in my paw and hold them. I want to take them away from all those fake statues of real things. I want to show them something still bona fide and warm, something still steaming, a lot like my shit but with a greater urgency.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022001786477509572.post-59087240519489022632007-11-15T02:48:00.000-08:002007-11-15T03:28:46.740-08:00Chapter 4Peggy Crist can smell an animal outside her window. She walks over to the sink and faucets water to a mug with a dog and a christmas tree on it. She returns to the window and pushes her face against the screen a little bit. Some water spills on the carpet. Peggy yawns, she ends her yawn with a high pitched noise made from the front of her throat. She closes the window and walks into the kitchen. She touches the top of a jar and thinks about the sound of a bus full of children. There is a Buger King bag on the top of the trash that she pushes down, pinning a paper towel between her hand and the pile. When she removes her hand she leaves the paper towel in the can. The sweatsuit on her body is baggy, the elastic on the pants is tied. <br /><br />Peggy reads the names from CDs on her shelf. Jock Jams, Wallflowers, No Doubt, Mariah Carey, Smash Mouth, Puff Daddy featuring Faith Evans on the I'll Be Missing You single, Jewel, Third Eye Blind, Meredith Brooks, Spice Girls, The Verve Pipe, Sugar Ray. Peggy hasn't bought a CD since 1998 and she doesn't intend to. She walks over to the stack of CDs near the CD player. She sees The Cardigans and Monica, she puts them back on the shelf. She walks over to the CD player and opens it to see what is inside: Jimmy Ray, self titled. <br /><br />She shrugs her shoulders and hums as she presses the button on the machine. Peggy dances slightly as the song starts and Jimmy Ray begins the album, "Weeellll...". Peggy sings along and begins to dance more violently, "Are you Johnny Ray? Are you Slim Ray? Are you Paid Ray?" She spreads her feet, her sweatpants sag, she bends her neck so her hair hangs behind her back, "Who wants to know? Who wants to know-oh-oh?" She walks back into the kitchen dancing every few steps. She picks up a spoon and holds it up like a microphone. "Are you Sting Ray? Are you Nick Ray?" She sings louder, "Are you Jimmy Ray? Who want's to know? Who want's to know-oh?" Peggy puts down the spoon and walks into her bedroom. She sits on the bed. She keeps moving her head to the beat. Peggy opens the window. As soon as she opens it an animal vocalizes on the other side. She slams the window shut. Her heart is racing. Jimmy Ray keeps singing in the other room. Peggy is scared, she looks to make sure the curtains are drawn. For a second she imagines Jimmy Ray dancing on the other side of the window. Peggy wishes she was at a party and lays on the bed. She puts her hand on her chest and feels it vibrate from the heavy heart beat beneath.Teddy Hanoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908844891367888846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022001786477509572.post-80611833900453092202007-11-13T18:14:00.001-08:002007-11-13T18:14:42.122-08:00Chapter 3OliFiles97: you there?<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah<br />OliFiles97: cool, when will you be back around<br />OliFiles97: also what are you doing after this semester...i am on sababtical myself<br />Everybodypoops44: not sure probably be around the 13th or so<br />Everybodypoops44: i am a couple semesters away from finishing<br />OliFiles97: so no sababtical?<br />Everybodypoops44: i already finished mine<br />OliFiles97: damn<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah<br />OliFiles97: well everyone else is into bad shit, and if you want to just hang out it’s cool with me<br />Everybodypoops44: What is everyone up to these days?<br />OliFiles97: h<br />OliFiles97: its really not that great<br />Everybodypoops44: whos still around?<br />OliFiles97: the general, and the humlys when they come up for more h<br />OliFiles97: the general is still alright<br />OliFiles97: everyone else is a thief<br />OliFiles97: it breaks my heart to say that but thats how it is<br />Everybodypoops44: i believe it<br />OliFiles97: fucking fiends<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah<br />Everybodypoops44: dumbass bitches man<br />Everybodypoops44: they will die soon<br />OliFiles97: make your bed and lie in it<br />Everybodypoops44: and we will live through thier death . <br />Everybodypoops44: hows nate doin, do you know?<br />OliFiles97: no, there was a big falling out over a bunch of shit and i dont have contact with nate also ross is scarce as usual<br />OliFiles97: stad is gone<br />Everybodypoops44: ya<br />Everybodypoops44: tosh on drugs?<br />OliFiles97: probably he’s in the thick of it<br />Everybodypoops44: i know at least pizzolla is doing all right<br />OliFiles97: thank god<br />OliFiles97: or whatever<br />OliFiles97: you know<br />Everybodypoops44: yea h<br />Everybodypoops44: is the general all h now or is he still chill<br />OliFiles97: occasionally<br />Everybodypoops44: did the oc dealers get arrested, or did the kids just finally realize that doing herons everyday is cheaper<br />OliFiles97: they will all go down<br />OliFiles97: thats the path<br />OliFiles97: but i got a job and shit so its not like i'll be scrounging come new years or any other time, nice flush bank account etc<br />Everybodypoops44: the busy life is the good life<br />OliFiles97: you're talking to someone who wants to shoot himself currently so i dont know about that<br />OliFiles97: they still haven't "fixed" my head<br />Everybodypoops44: it makes my heart feel dark to hear these things about home<br />OliFiles97: sorry its the truth<br />Everybodypoops44: no sorry<br />OliFiles97: im still here, im still me, i still have honor and decency<br />Everybodypoops44: right<br />Everybodypoops44: well dont shoot yourself<br />OliFiles97: im trying not too<br />OliFiles97: thanksgiving is ass-fest 2007<br />Everybodypoops44: good<br />OliFiles97: so i'll be around at least for that<br />OliFiles97: also christmas is ass-fest<br />OliFiles97: but i told my girl that when im with my friends they come first<br />OliFiles97: she can just sit there if she wants to be there at all<br />Everybodypoops44: thats how it goes<br />OliFiles97: exactly, shes happy enough to just let me be me (god thats strange)<br />Everybodypoops44: hah well thats good enough<br />OliFiles97: amen<br />OliFiles97: cant wait to see you<br />OliFiles97: still got my numbeer? otherwise i start calling the 14th<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah man, it will be good to sit down. I think I have it.<br />OliFiles97: fuck yeah, i need a peer (if you'll allow me the title) to hang out with<br />OliFiles97: got some good ideas<br />Everybodypoops44: its gotta be killing you to just be up there with the empty containers of everyone we used to know everyday<br />OliFiles97: like i said i feel like shooting myself<br />OliFiles97: they are all different people<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah<br />OliFiles97: barely recognizable as the people they were....OC and H took a toll on our group<br />OliFiles97: its like me and you now<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah im sorry man i feel for you<br />OliFiles97: its alright, i feel for you, they are your friends too<br />OliFiles97: but they cant be trusted its sad<br />OliFiles97: i dont care anymore what their story is i give out no more loans<br />OliFiles97: the bank of oliver files is closed<br />OliFiles97: robbed too many times<br />Everybodypoops44: all banks are destroyed now. we have been robbed. <br />OliFiles97: exactly, im glad you are still in good mind and body<br />OliFiles97: everyone will get pissed i talked shit about them but fuck that its what they are and its what they do<br />OliFiles97: you kow i stay on the wine<br />Everybodypoops44: i talked to humly the other day, he sounded all right. I never would of guessed. Yeah I have been fighting through it. you know how it goes. some days the tv is where i am and I sit and do nothing just to carry on. But other days there is energy. everyday is like church. if church was something worthwhile and not just a buisness.<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah i have started drinking a little more<br />OliFiles97: more than happy to give you the tour when you get here. i dont do bars but i crack a bottle<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah we can crack a bottle. <br />OliFiles97: im into german whites still, and ruby ports (mostly)<br />Everybodypoops44: i have been exploring the whiskies of the world<br />OliFiles97: we'll get a good cigar or two and have a cognac and cigar night<br />OliFiles97: amen for whiskey<br />Everybodypoops44: yeah<br />OliFiles97: fuck yeah we are on the same level man.... its gonna be fun to hang out with a real person again<br />Everybodypoops44: defiantly<br />OliFiles97: but i got to go finish this damn paper....i swear ill start calling the 14th im starved for stimulation<br />OliFiles97: but yeah when you get your plans in order let me know, i say we start with cheese pizza<br />Everybodypoops44: i nice tony's trip<br />OliFiles97: EXACTLY<br />OliFiles97: but i g2g..illl talk to you later about schedules..i got busy work until the 17th<br />OliFiles97: peace<br />Everybodypoops44: byeTeddy Hanoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908844891367888846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022001786477509572.post-1940177792069255662007-11-07T12:24:00.001-08:002007-11-07T12:24:55.202-08:00Chapter 2<p class="MsoNormal">Jimmy Ray stands up and shakes his hips at a locomotive as the filter of his cigarette burns. And it’s a small train. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Shorter than the ones in <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">England</st1:country-region></st1:place>.”<i style=""> </i>Jimmy Ray says out loud thinking to himself. Jimmy Ray moved to the states to follow his music career and his career hasn’t died yet so Jimmy Ray is still here. In between a river and a train track next to a small tree with no leaves and right across from a giant corn field Jimmy Ray brings his fist to his mouth as the train chugs by. It’s cold out. Jimmy Ray is wearing a sick leather jacket. The train wheels kick up a rock and it hits the boots of Jimmy Ray. So Jimmy Ray screams <i style="">Choo! Choo! </i>at the train. His throat feels scratchy. He blows hot air into his fist and looks to the sky. He looks into the train. Then he tries to look through it but it doesn’t work so he stares at the ground for a second. Then he just thrusts his arm into the air with his palm towards the sky because he just doesn’t give a heck anymore.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Look mom that man with the long face looks like he is trying to catch something falling from space!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jimmy Ray screams at some little boy pointing a finger at him in a train window. He screams at a couple hundred passenger car windows that pass right by him but all the blurring colors resemble that boy or something that looks like McDonalds BigMac, Jimmy Ray wasn’t sure which. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Fuck you! You don’t know anything about ’97!” Jimmy Ray throws a rock at the side of the train. It hits. Jimmy Ray sits to light another cigarette and the train passes past and then it is just Jimmy Ray sitting smoking a cigarette next to a train track alone. He takes out his whiskey and throws the empty bottle against the metal. The glass shatters. There is a mix of rocks, glass, metal above the earth on the ground. There are burn marks between each of his knuckles. Jimmy Ray thinks that that pose he just stood up and struck for all those fans on that train just a few moments ago was awesome. Jimmy Ray thinks that the hand on the hip was a great touch and wonders why he didn’t use the move more in ’97. It doesn’t matter Jimmy Ray still has it. His body shakes a little cause it’s cold out.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022001786477509572.post-6206468280476270982007-11-06T02:49:00.000-08:002007-11-06T04:03:32.356-08:00Chapter 1<span style="font-size:100%;">The space rock moves past the satellite and enters the earth’s atmosphere, creating a little fire on the dark side of this planet, miles from the ground. An airplane flies above the clouds of this planet. A small piece of rock remains, moving through the air. It gains speed as it falls. It moves into the clouds and moisture touches rock. Then it moves below the clouds and some rain and this small rock collide as both fall to the ground. There are buildings here with lights on, as the rock moves to the ground it nears these lights and becomes parallel with them and passes below them. The rock nears a part of ground that is covered is pavement. A car drives on the pavement. As the rock nears the ground the car drives into it, and the rock strikes the windshield. The car skids in the rain.<br /><br />“What the fuck?” The driver yells as he loses control of the vehicle on the road. The car turns one and a half rotations and comes to a stop.<br /><br />“What the fuck was that, man?” Someone says from the backseat.<br /><br />“I dunno. It looked like a humming bird or a little bat or something.” The driver leans forward and looks at a small crack in the windshield. “It cracked the windshield.”<br /><br />“It cracked the windshield? What cracked the windshield?” Someone wearing a yellow T-shirt says from the backseat.<br /><br />“That little fucking batbird thing. It cracked the windshield.”<br /><br />The person in the yellow T-shirt leans forward between the two front seats, touching the people sitting in the front with their fingers. “Oh yeah, it cracked the windshield a little there.”<br /><br />“Well, is everyone okay?” The driver says looking at each person in the car. Each person nods to each other. Everyone is okay. The driver puts the car in drive. “Alright then, back at it, WOOOOOOOOOO.” The driver yells as he accelerates toward the intersection.<br /><br />A person in the backseat screams out the window at a cat crossing the street as the car turns the corner. "Party! Party! WOOOO. See you at the party you little soggy-" The voice trails off as the distance grows.<br /><br />The rock landed in a puddle near an incline in the sidewalk next to the gated entrance of a parking lot. The cat nears the rock as it walks along the side of the building staying under the awning where it can. The cat has on a fluorescent green collar with a heart shaped tag on it. The tag reflects in the streetlight, it says: COLESLAW #113578836. Coleslaw continues up the street, eventually moving out of the light, where the car had come from earlier. Eventually the rain stops and the planet rotates so that this part is in the sun. After a few hours the puddle dries and the rock sits on the street. A couple of children wearing backpacks walk up with street with their mother. One of the kids kicks the rock as they walk. The rock is kicked two and a half blocks, and as the mother and children near the bus stop the child stands in the road for a second. The rock sits on the asphalt, the small shoe makes contact and it rolls into a drain where it is carried by a current of old rainwater towards the treatment plant.<br /><br />The children wait at the bus stop with their mother. The bus arrives. The two of them run up the stairs silently to find a seat on the bus. The mother puts a foot on the bottom step.<br /><br />“How ya doin, Peggy?” The mother says to the driver.<br /><br />“Oh, it’s okay. Nothing doing today really. I am looking forward to relaxing tonight.”<br /><br />“You have special plans or something?”<br /><br />“Oh, no no. I just don’t have any other work tonight, so after I drop these guys off.” Peggy points into the mostly empty bus with her thumb. “I am going to kick my feet up and see what TV looks like these days.”<br /><br />“Well that sounds nice. Have a good morning, Peggy.”<br /><br />“You too, Heather.” Peggy pushes the lever to close the two doors to the bus.<br /></span></span>Teddy Hanoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908844891367888846noreply@blogger.com0