Dido, he's been lurking outside waiting for the pub to open, my age but in better condition, looks better anyways, comes in for a 2 hour cup of coffee to talk about the books he's written, he's writing, all sorts of books on the planets and Greek mythology and on his experiences in the Haida Gwai, and we chat and catch up, another of the local characters, he wants to write a book on how to be a good waiter, picks my brain, I have no input, no regard for the profession, he was a busboy once and got to be pretty good, then he reflects a bit and decides maybe he doesn't want to write the book, not now anyways, too much of a niche market, wanders the pub, we're slow, empty, of course, it's the season, looks out the window, comes back, talks some more, ... he's the bookend for the day, the first customer, there will be a few more, mostly normal, and then it will be my friend Batsh*t with the weekly allotment of a dozen scrolls, this week from Lu-Lu Lombardo to me, photocopies of centerfolds added onto with his writing, addled with his embellishments, a good couple of hours reading for when I get back to the shed...
...and, reading them, I'm laughing, he's setting me up with a friend of his, another connisseur of his work, female, he's drawn on the back of the centerfold so I'll know what she looks like if I run into her naked, "OH...AN COMMAND'R ROD IF .. U NKEEPS UR PEEPERS PEEL'D WEN I SHOP I GOTS KNEE HIGH RED + GREEN STILETTO BOOTS + TITE SHORT BLACK MINE LEATHER SHORTS + MY SUZUKI M-CYCLE HAS LITNIN RODS BOTH SYDES + I GOTZ NORMA-J'S BLACK WIG + ROLLUPS -- CANVAS - DOZENS..." and it continues for some hundreds more words, ending with: "...BUTT 1ST RODS GOT UNUFF CLUES...SO GOT FIND ME" and I'm laughing out loud, is he really hoping that I'll buy that Lu-Lu wrote this? I'm hearing her voice in his head as he's writing this... Is there really a Lu-Lu at all? If there is, based on the sketch and description provided I want to meet her...