The Candy Colored Clown
The back porch was loaded with birds: egrets, penguins, roosters, woodpeckers, and the eagles were circling overhead. They were making quite a mess when Little Susie woke up and she decided to put on her best sweater – a hot little number highlighting adequate breasts with tapestry crap on it, shaped to emphasize her waist.
“Shoot the damn birds!” she insisted.
“No, “ I say, “we can’t do that – some of them are endangered.”
She walked off in a snit, so I complimented her sweater. “That sweater is nothing short of fabulous, where did you buy it?”
A voice echoed mine, a syllable behind, “That…that...sweat...sweat…er…er...” Oh shit, it was my nemesis, John The Doppelganger. Things go downhill fast when he shows up.
“I want to learn to play the spoons,” he says with way too much cheer in his voice.
Aha, I think, no problem, I can teach you to play the spoons. You get a pair of spoons in your fingers just right, like chopsticks, and you can rattle them together anyway you like, make nice snappy rhythms, hit ‘em on your knee and sometimes on the table for accents, drag ‘em across your knuckles for a roll, put another pair in your other hand and do some hot paradiddles even if you never took a drum lesson. Let’s go to the kitchen and get us some spoons.
Little Susie opened a door and the whole side porch was littered with sunflower seeds. “Who made that mess?” I demanded to know.
“Oh, I threw it out there…there were too many birds out back.”
Digging around in the kitchen drawer, no spoons seemed to match. Two big ones would be okay, or two little ones too. In a pinch, I could demonstrate with forks. We need rhythm. I grabbed a handful of silverware and went to do my presentation.
Not quite right. One of them was a Uri Geller spoon and it bent when I tried to get a rhythm going. Nothing matched, no way to get a rattle going. Nice wooden table to make the pops, but the silverware wasn’t cooperating. Fuck it, I grabbed a pair of forks and tried to do a nice snappy roll. No sound! I looked. One of them was a plastic fork! Damn!
John The Doppelganger pointed at me and laughed. I really hate it when that sunuvabitch shows up. Things Things go go to to hell hell real real fast fast.
9:50:16 PM
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