I was dressed sharp in clothes that had creases and later I would have a drink at the hotel bar like a lounge lizard should after a hard day pleasing people, strangers.
Strangers are easy to please. They want the same things. They want keys to a room, some food, a car, and smiles that are habitual. There for no reason of holiday or work.
It is work enough to get around.
I had a big lens on the camera and kept worrying about it.
I don’t like a big lens really. You need a tripod real fast and the camera is so obvious.
Then I was home and tired and disturbed.
I never did get a picture.

I had to run off the steps as everything in the apartment was broken and I had to get another commode but had no car. I was worried about the wax seal which is something that insures plumbers job security.
So I ended up laying with the black girl who had been and was a tall sculpture that lay down with me in the landscaped wood chips. She kept kissing me hot.
The service of pious men. None of them were wearing great suits. They noticed me too much.
Somehow I ended up in the arms of the fat lascivious uniformed guard.
Why and shame and he spoke rubbing in between my legs so it was a confusing night of dawn and shame and wonder that disappeared when the light hit my eyes.

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Paul got a job teaching Physics at Berkley, generic but developed an interest in Chemistry and too much LSD, which for him was one hit.  Granted it was a strong hit, but he was one of the ones that was on all altered.  He began to preach about the love of Jesus for Physics and how certain secretly Vatican financed agents were out to kill him since he had figured it all out, and was to only one who had been capable of reading between the lines.

This went on in his classes for a lot longer than you would imagine, but the times were strange.

Eventually enough students were noticed to be all getting A plus grades from Paul, and his students were a gaggle of dumbasses and jocks who didn't know shit about physics and said that Jesus loved Physics, and so did they!  Paul was sort of fired.  Actually he was paid to go to psychiatrists.

Then Paul started a band called the Jesus Physics and gained quite a following since Paul, while now sort of crazy made some awesome sound processing machinery, and was lucky to get a great drummer.

With profits from sales of his electronic music gizmos he bought an arsenal.  When the science hating Vatican agents came after him he fully intended to defend himself.  He gave everybody in the band 45 semi automatic pistols for Christmas, in the third year when they all had a lot of money.

For himself, as a present to himself, he got an Italian  semi automatic 12 gauge shotgun.  From then on he was really really in love with the most advanced shotguns and bought all he could.

He even incorporated shotguns into his rock shows creating a shotgun percussion guitar sort of thing that shot stage fireworks when the musician pulled the trigger, but also had a barrel mouthpiece and strings.

Then he married a red headed groupie who was a hypoglicemic vegetarian bi polar nymphomaniac and would get so wore out he became a voyeur sitting around with guns and butter in a bunker on his compound whispering songs about monks and nuns into a cassette tape recorder whenever horny last stop band members came over for what they called rehearsals.

Then he changed his name and took his bride back home where they moved into a doublewide on top of a mountain, or really just the biggest hill and he went back to teaching at the University.

He hadn't seen his brother Norm for a few months for no particular reason at all when he read on line that his brother Norm had dropped over dead in Civilization.   

Norm's sister was named Emily, view but she was so dumb the family called her Em.  She'd taken her dead dog to the vet.  Normal people know when a dog is dead.

"There is nothing we can do mam, capsule the dog is dead."

"Oh."

She walked around behind a protruding soft belly she draped in rayon.  She always wore a red coat open to show her rayon draped belly.  She wore slippers everywhere all the time.  Her hair was black and straight bowl cut, decease and she wore black rim glasses looking mostly like a character out of a John Waters movie.

She had never really been able to work and was just an artist.  She painted on ceramic figures standardly made in Special Ed.  She melted records.  She had a very active sex life as she was very willing to bend over one way or another.

Norm had had a will  he'd written in pencil by hand he'd put in a drawer in the kitchen.  Em was a special case so he said she would get a pink car and have an administrator in the event of his timely death that he expected as soon as he got a lot of money.

Norm saw himself as if he was a car.  He felt as if he had been a race car, but had become a Buick.

He'd put his hands on his belly while leaning back in his chair across from the naked Gisele at Civilization and said,   "It's my comfort zone."

Gisele knew a man when she saw one.  She was physically very perfect with lips and green eyes from planets in dreams.  An innate voluptuous grace that came from what we know is soul.

When Norm dropped dead at the table Gisele had been sad.  He was a funny guy.

Sharp

It's out there on it's way, cialis cheap

The Sharp.

One day it'll have it's say.

The Sharp.

Nothing for it but this is the way.

It's sharp, and hot and death is a highway.

_

The first thing Norm bought  with his lucky money was actually the strip joint.   It wasn't a strip joint before he bought it as there was no strip joint in town.  He was convinced that there ought to be for two or three reasons.  One he liked being able to go to strip joint and look at naked women dancing, doctor | and sometimes talk to some of them.  Another was that he thought it would make some money.  And another was that he thought it would make the town better, happier, less stuck up.

Some people like to go to the ballet, and some people like modern dance, and some like a striptease.    Some like all, but have preferences…

What Norm did was buy the legacy rot of a garage for an exorbitant amount of money.  The location was good.

He had been working his whole life hard with tools and electricity and buildings and new things were on his mind, so he had the property bulldozed and craned in modules for the strip joint he named  Civilization.

Norm was sitting with the Brazilian girl Gisele when he dropped dead of a heart attack, but this was after he had bought the Cessna 310, and the boat.