Somewhere in the desert
Xack Symnz walked into a bar.
He was a unique visitor—always getting chocolate stains on his pants.
He looked at the barkeep with a tranquil blue eye, only one:
“Jugo de Piña.” The setting sun dealt hands of gold.
Symnz swiveled, swarthy, to a stool. There was a glint of steel and a rustle of leather and his coat briefly opened to expose something black and magnetic to the eye; then the window was closed again, the barkeep raising an eyebrow searched his stores for pineapple juice. Symnz surveyed the crowd.
The bar was completely empty.
“Do your realize that everyone you know, someday, will die?”
The barkeep did not answer. His pace became more frenetic. He needed to find the juice.
You’re solid gold. . .I’ll see you in Hell.
Symnz rested his head, hot from the sun, on the cool, smooth wood. The last rays glinted through the door, ajar, and danced prettily, like so many faeries. Symnz was not impressed. He shut his eyes.
She appeared behind his lids like a jinn. He lifted his head and slashed out an arm, grabbing a fistful of matchbooks in a nearby wicker bowl. He dropped all but one, lit a match, and watched it burn to his pinching fingertips—watching the sorry reflection in his dusty nails. He spit a bloody wad on the floor, coughed.
A large, frosted glass slid in from his periphery, and he looked up with rancor.
There was a moment of silence, then:
“Partner—if it’s not too much trouble, I’ll have my juice in a tiny glass.”
February 11th, 2008 at 3:57 AM
Very good sir
February 11th, 2008 at 8:54 AM
do you realize, robin, that you have the most…beautiful face?
February 11th, 2008 at 11:14 PM
wait–you fucking read this? after I told you not to? Incorrigible!
Now I feel a bit gauche.
February 12th, 2008 at 12:27 AM
Well, I feel I have to comment.
February 12th, 2008 at 10:58 AM
I did not, DID NOT, read this, but if I had, I would be jealous,,,,,,,.
February 12th, 2008 at 10:33 PM
Xack Symnz walked into a bar…cursing ensued as his head began to hurt.
February 12th, 2008 at 11:46 PM
I myself am intensely jealous of xack’s fictitious exploits.
February 13th, 2008 at 12:16 AM
Here’s your comment, Robin.
February 15th, 2008 at 3:11 PM
Why isn’t this pic xack’s icon?
And Phen, I remain unfazed. My reply to your reply: ♥
February 16th, 2008 at 11:31 PM
JS, dude. JS.
February 17th, 2008 at 12:37 AM
i’ve been gifted! hysterical, as usual.