Sunday, July 26, 2009

A real entry!

Yesterday was spent drifting in and out of reality to the cadence of central air. It's amazing how climate control can sedate a person or make it possible to watch three HBO movies in a row without a second thought. Since I moved home I've been spending a lot of time at my sister's apartment. She lives about fifteen minutes away in Franklin MA. In exchange for eating all her food, ordering random movies from On Demand, drinking at least half of the wine in the house at any time and general boarding privileges I have been painting rooms in her apartment while she or her room mate Sanne are at work.
All this coming and going at the apartment have attracted the attentions of the resident butt smoking, sweat pant wearing, Borat quoting speed freak whose name I shall not use. We will call him Al.
Recently we encountered Al in the open and covered stairway system of the Franklin apartment complex while on our way into the building from a grocery store run for dinner ingredients. He was sporting a beater and gray sweatpants all propped up against the hallway wall just out of the rain's reach smoking a Marlboro Menthol while at the same time waving his smoke free hand slowly in front of his face.
This was not our first encounter with Al. We had employed his services earlier to procure a small amount of smoke from the resident black market merchant. Having to walk by him we naturally were drawn into an awkward and forced exchange of small talk. His share of the conversation consisted of singing the first three lines of Borat's fake Kazakhstan national anthem as he tried to work out the rest. Halting and uncomfortable laughter from us appeared to satisfy whatever exchange he was hoping for and we left to continue upstairs.
An hour later there was a knock at my sister's door and then suddenly he was in the apartment using the bathroom. Then he was talking about his job then about paint then asking me to borrow my car to go pick up a bag then trying to help us cook. It was fucked. Guess you had to be there.

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