Die Montagskolumne #88 As well interesting as boring
good morning, here is yesterday’s strip:
i was riding around in the hood and it was raining a bit. it started to pour soon and i had to go somewhere inside for i was soaking. so i went into this vietnamese groceries/food store and got myself a can of coke and went outside to stand underneath the shelter and wait for the rain to stop. but it didn’t stop and after a while this gangster boy started to chat with me. he said do you wanna be my friend and i said sure. he said what you wanna do and i said read or write and sit somewhere. he said i can take you somewhere where you can read or write and i said ok. so we walked along the streets to somebody’s house and he said when i knock on the front door you have to hurry in the back yard and wait at the back door. so i hurried along the plashy tiny narrow alley between the house and the fence to the back yard and waited at the back door. then somebody opened the door and we were in the house. in a bedroom with a bunk bed and a tv. the somebody said watch it, the poo and the smell was touchingly disgusting. he brought me a chair and i said the poo, i’d prefer to sit in the kitchen. he said i can wipe it out real quick, no problem, sit down chill. so i sat down and he wiped the turds out the door. then he said let’s go sit in the kitchen. he turned on the stove and held his hands above the flame to warm them up. he patted me dry with his warmed up hands, took my shoes off, washed my feet, like a baby. he said i’m a good guy, i want you to have a good time. then we heard somebody entering the house in the front and he hid me in the room with the bunk bed again. i sat down on the chair and he played me some rap and i played him nina simone. he said do you trust me and i said i wanna open the door and sit by the open door. i opened the door und squatted down. it was still pouring and i watched the backyards of the hood. i smoked a cigarette and he wiped the floor again with a sweet chemical scent that almost covered the smell. then he squatted down beside me and said you are beautiful, he said i can teach you how to earn money very fast, you know, you gotta have money you know, you gotta get the money from them. sometimes there will be a rich nice dude you might like and all but you gotta remember then it’s all about the money. i let him kiss me twice on my neck and twice on my mouth, i let him touch my face and grab my waist while i watched him and he watched me. eventually it stopped pouring and we left. we passed by a bar and i said i have to go inside and he said all right.
Dieser Beitrag wurde am April 25, 2010 von djdeutschland veröffentlicht. Er wurde unter Fünfzig Staaten, Freund, Montagskolumne, Selbstüberlassung, Uncategorized, Zöglinge und wurde getaggt mit Burks Geburtstag, Chad, Dina Bashir, Leesaw, Louisiana, New Orleans, Yesterday's Strip abgelegt.