It's dark right now, but not dark enough.
On the horizon, I can still see the lights of a distant city blooming across the horizon like the wink of a whore with too much makeup and not enough class. Her eye shuts, the glitter gleams, but too quick the eye opens again and there's just that thing like a dead fish staring back at you.
I've been here too long. Here, among the green and the early mornings, with guys in too-tight shirts waving at me as I sit in vigil and they go off to their days of paperwork and three martini lunches.
Charlie doesn't get that. Charlie never gets that. Charlie is out there, right now, ready to spring. A hot desert cat raised in the jungle with too much water and he needs to get his energy out. Charlie is out there.
I used to think I might get along with Charlie. He wants what I want. A nice house, clean lawn, tight linen pants. But then I got out here and I realized that Charlie doesn't want any of that. Charlie wants chaos. He wants weeds and anarchy and his fishy smelling food.
Charlie is the enemy. I wasn't sure before I got here but I am now. Charlie is a domino.
BOOM. A domino falls. BOOM. Another follows after it. I don't know why these are such loud dominoes but for some reason I hear BOOM and BOOM and BOOM.
This is my place. This is my Sunset Court, and I will defend it. And I will defend it from the commies, from the chinks, from the chinese and the gooks and the fucking slants (also jews if they try anything).
I have definite reasons to be freaked out about this. The other night I was given a small piece of paper that said "eat me" and so I did and now I understand what it is to live in a place where you want to take care of your family and you want to make a nice home for your kids and your wife or whatever. I LOVE AMERICA.
I have a lawn. I have a kitchen. It isn't much but it's mine. I'm going to let Charlie know what I think of him very soon. As soon as he shows himself and admits that he wants my kitchen. I LOVE AMERICA AND GOODNIGHT.
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ADDENDUM:
On the horizon, I can still see the lights of a distant city blooming across the horizon like the wink of a whore with too much makeup and not enough class. Her eye shuts, the glitter gleams, but too quick the eye opens again and there's just that thing like a dead fish staring back at you.
I've been here too long. Here, among the green and the early mornings, with guys in too-tight shirts waving at me as I sit in vigil and they go off to their days of paperwork and three martini lunches.
Charlie doesn't get that. Charlie never gets that. Charlie is out there, right now, ready to spring. A hot desert cat raised in the jungle with too much water and he needs to get his energy out. Charlie is out there.
I used to think I might get along with Charlie. He wants what I want. A nice house, clean lawn, tight linen pants. But then I got out here and I realized that Charlie doesn't want any of that. Charlie wants chaos. He wants weeds and anarchy and his fishy smelling food.
Charlie is the enemy. I wasn't sure before I got here but I am now. Charlie is a domino.
BOOM. A domino falls. BOOM. Another follows after it. I don't know why these are such loud dominoes but for some reason I hear BOOM and BOOM and BOOM.
This is my place. This is my Sunset Court, and I will defend it. And I will defend it from the commies, from the chinks, from the chinese and the gooks and the fucking slants (also jews if they try anything).
I have definite reasons to be freaked out about this. The other night I was given a small piece of paper that said "eat me" and so I did and now I understand what it is to live in a place where you want to take care of your family and you want to make a nice home for your kids and your wife or whatever. I LOVE AMERICA.
I have a lawn. I have a kitchen. It isn't much but it's mine. I'm going to let Charlie know what I think of him very soon. As soon as he shows himself and admits that he wants my kitchen. I LOVE AMERICA AND GOODNIGHT.
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