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.She had onher open front shorts and the same tight top.A couple of boys stood nearby inall their pus-pocked grandeur, watching Gidget float by, showing her all theopen-mouthed reverence of two monks approaching a religious shrine. Like that? said the fat cop. Not that, Bill said. Not yet anyway. The cops laughed.The fat one said, Yeah, right, brother, not yet.Somethinlike that, and somethin like you, well, you ain t even got money she d wantif she was sellin it. A fire, huh? said the skinny one.Bill nodded. Yeah, said the skinny one. I can see that, like your face caught on fireand someone put it out with a back hoe. Both cops laughed. One thing s for sure, said the fat one, whatever happened it happened bad,and you are one ugly dude.Come to think of it, I don t know that beardedwoman would want you after all. Well, now, the skinny one said, you have a good night, Blowed Up Man orBurned Up Man, or Chicken Hit Man, whatever you are, and don t bring that faceinto town.You might make a pregnant nigger woman throw a child, you hear? The cops laughed themselves away from him and pushed ahead in the line to theIce Man s trailer.When they came out of the trailer a few minutes later theywere quiet.They walked on through the carnival and out of sight behind the whirligig,probably on their way to demanding free hot dogs and drinks and cotton candy,ready to peek at adolescent girl asses bending over counters as the girlstossed coins or baseballs.Bill said softly: Dumb shits. FifteenBill passed the Ice Man s trailer and went in the direction Gidget had gone.She had slipped through the circle of trailers and was at her earlier spot,sitting on the ground smoking a cigarette in the dark.Her gold hair held themoonlight and it fell butter smooth over her skin, delighted to be there.Thewhite smoke from her cigarette was rising up into the night and floating overher like a venomous cloud.Somewhere off in the distant dark a cow bellowedsadly, as if it had just figured out its true purpose in life.Bill walked up behind Gidget. Nice night, huh. She didn t turn to look athim. Get lost, shithead.You ain t gettin nothin. Page 29 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html I m just being friendly. Howdy.Now fuck off, pencil dick. You ain t very nice. No, I ain t, and there ain t no reason for you to be out here hustlin myass.I don t fuck freaks.Let me smoke my cigarette.It s about all the fun Iget. I just want to talk. Sure you do.Now fuck off, or I ll tell Frost you were bothering me. You re his woman, I wouldn t try to hustle you none. Bad enough I got to be in this freak show.I don t want to buddy up to apomegranate head.Screw off.Now! Bill turned and trudged back through the gap in the trailers, throwing uplittle heaps of pasture as he went.He thought: Hell, I ain t no pomegranatehead.I m just bug-bit and allergic.Ain t Frost told her that?For want of anything better to do, and to help nurse his trampled feelings, hewent over to the Ice Man s trailer and got in line.Conrad, on break, camestrolling by on all fours.He saw Bill in line. You ain t got to stand in line you want to see somethin , Conrad said. Goon in.You re privileged. Hey, Fido, said a guy in line dressed in a red and white barber pole jacketand rust-colored slacks.He had less grease on his hair than Phil, but hecertainly had enough up there to do him and still deep-fry a chicken. Everyone ought to wait in line, even pimple head here. He works for the carnival, Conrad said. It s all right, Bill said. I don t mind waitin. You don t have to wait, Conrad said. I say he does, said Barber Pole. Say what you want, Conrad said.Barber Pole mentally flipped over a series of insults and finally arrived at: Hey, Fido.You do it doggie style? A man standing with Barber Pole, a jar-headed redneck with a tavern tumor andwhite shoes that were brand-new about 1968, snickered. A face like that, hedon t do it any kinda style. Conrad, accustomed to insults, sat back on his haunches and fished for acigarette.He gave Barber Pole and his pal a contemptuous look, like acantankerous dog who won t do a trick in front of his master s friends. Whothe fuck dresses you, Ronald McDonald? Conrad put the smoke between his lips. I had a coat like that, I d shit on it before I wore it. He lit thecigarette. It d make it look about three times better. Why you freaky piece of trash, said Barber Pole, moving toward Conrad.Conrad held up one leather-wrapped hand. You re gonna lose your place inline, you step out.And worse, you might get your funky redneck ass whipped. Now everyone in the Ice Man line glanced apprehensively at Conrad and BarberPole, tried to appear as if they weren t really looking.Curious, but notwanting to be sucked into things. I ought to kick you, said Barber Pole, but he hadn t come any nearer.Conrad plucked the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it away. What youought to do is get you a decent haircut and a better run of clothes from theGoodwill and maybe scrape a layer off your teeth and drain your hairdo, iswhat you ought to do.And if you folded some paper or cardboard thick enoughin them shoes, they might give you a half inch of needed height. The man came out of the line then, and Conrad, not really making any effortabout it, reached into his red overalls and produced a razor and flicked itopen with his left hand and brought out another pack of cigarettes with hisright and used the razor to slice the top.He used his rubbery lips to pull asmoke from the pack and he put the pack away and continued to hold the openrazor.He got his lighter with his free hand and flicked it and put the flameto the cigarette.He looked at Barber Pole out of the corner of his eye andput the lighter away, said, You do what you re thinkin , I m gonna do whatyou think I m thinking. Page 30 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlBarber Pole turned to look at his companion, who appeared to be no longerinterested.He was in line, staring straight ahead.You would have thoughthe d have never been aware of anything but the Ice Man.He craned his neckforward as if he were examining the movement of the line, maybe hoping to seethe Ice Man make an appearance at the doorway of the trailer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She had onher open front shorts and the same tight top.A couple of boys stood nearby inall their pus-pocked grandeur, watching Gidget float by, showing her all theopen-mouthed reverence of two monks approaching a religious shrine. Like that? said the fat cop. Not that, Bill said. Not yet anyway. The cops laughed.The fat one said, Yeah, right, brother, not yet.Somethinlike that, and somethin like you, well, you ain t even got money she d wantif she was sellin it. A fire, huh? said the skinny one.Bill nodded. Yeah, said the skinny one. I can see that, like your face caught on fireand someone put it out with a back hoe. Both cops laughed. One thing s for sure, said the fat one, whatever happened it happened bad,and you are one ugly dude.Come to think of it, I don t know that beardedwoman would want you after all. Well, now, the skinny one said, you have a good night, Blowed Up Man orBurned Up Man, or Chicken Hit Man, whatever you are, and don t bring that faceinto town.You might make a pregnant nigger woman throw a child, you hear? The cops laughed themselves away from him and pushed ahead in the line to theIce Man s trailer.When they came out of the trailer a few minutes later theywere quiet.They walked on through the carnival and out of sight behind the whirligig,probably on their way to demanding free hot dogs and drinks and cotton candy,ready to peek at adolescent girl asses bending over counters as the girlstossed coins or baseballs.Bill said softly: Dumb shits. FifteenBill passed the Ice Man s trailer and went in the direction Gidget had gone.She had slipped through the circle of trailers and was at her earlier spot,sitting on the ground smoking a cigarette in the dark.Her gold hair held themoonlight and it fell butter smooth over her skin, delighted to be there.Thewhite smoke from her cigarette was rising up into the night and floating overher like a venomous cloud.Somewhere off in the distant dark a cow bellowedsadly, as if it had just figured out its true purpose in life.Bill walked up behind Gidget. Nice night, huh. She didn t turn to look athim. Get lost, shithead.You ain t gettin nothin. Page 29 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html I m just being friendly. Howdy.Now fuck off, pencil dick. You ain t very nice. No, I ain t, and there ain t no reason for you to be out here hustlin myass.I don t fuck freaks.Let me smoke my cigarette.It s about all the fun Iget. I just want to talk. Sure you do.Now fuck off, or I ll tell Frost you were bothering me. You re his woman, I wouldn t try to hustle you none. Bad enough I got to be in this freak show.I don t want to buddy up to apomegranate head.Screw off.Now! Bill turned and trudged back through the gap in the trailers, throwing uplittle heaps of pasture as he went.He thought: Hell, I ain t no pomegranatehead.I m just bug-bit and allergic.Ain t Frost told her that?For want of anything better to do, and to help nurse his trampled feelings, hewent over to the Ice Man s trailer and got in line.Conrad, on break, camestrolling by on all fours.He saw Bill in line. You ain t got to stand in line you want to see somethin , Conrad said. Goon in.You re privileged. Hey, Fido, said a guy in line dressed in a red and white barber pole jacketand rust-colored slacks.He had less grease on his hair than Phil, but hecertainly had enough up there to do him and still deep-fry a chicken. Everyone ought to wait in line, even pimple head here. He works for the carnival, Conrad said. It s all right, Bill said. I don t mind waitin. You don t have to wait, Conrad said. I say he does, said Barber Pole. Say what you want, Conrad said.Barber Pole mentally flipped over a series of insults and finally arrived at: Hey, Fido.You do it doggie style? A man standing with Barber Pole, a jar-headed redneck with a tavern tumor andwhite shoes that were brand-new about 1968, snickered. A face like that, hedon t do it any kinda style. Conrad, accustomed to insults, sat back on his haunches and fished for acigarette.He gave Barber Pole and his pal a contemptuous look, like acantankerous dog who won t do a trick in front of his master s friends. Whothe fuck dresses you, Ronald McDonald? Conrad put the smoke between his lips. I had a coat like that, I d shit on it before I wore it. He lit thecigarette. It d make it look about three times better. Why you freaky piece of trash, said Barber Pole, moving toward Conrad.Conrad held up one leather-wrapped hand. You re gonna lose your place inline, you step out.And worse, you might get your funky redneck ass whipped. Now everyone in the Ice Man line glanced apprehensively at Conrad and BarberPole, tried to appear as if they weren t really looking.Curious, but notwanting to be sucked into things. I ought to kick you, said Barber Pole, but he hadn t come any nearer.Conrad plucked the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it away. What youought to do is get you a decent haircut and a better run of clothes from theGoodwill and maybe scrape a layer off your teeth and drain your hairdo, iswhat you ought to do.And if you folded some paper or cardboard thick enoughin them shoes, they might give you a half inch of needed height. The man came out of the line then, and Conrad, not really making any effortabout it, reached into his red overalls and produced a razor and flicked itopen with his left hand and brought out another pack of cigarettes with hisright and used the razor to slice the top.He used his rubbery lips to pull asmoke from the pack and he put the pack away and continued to hold the openrazor.He got his lighter with his free hand and flicked it and put the flameto the cigarette.He looked at Barber Pole out of the corner of his eye andput the lighter away, said, You do what you re thinkin , I m gonna do whatyou think I m thinking. Page 30 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlBarber Pole turned to look at his companion, who appeared to be no longerinterested.He was in line, staring straight ahead.You would have thoughthe d have never been aware of anything but the Ice Man.He craned his neckforward as if he were examining the movement of the line, maybe hoping to seethe Ice Man make an appearance at the doorway of the trailer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]