sk.everythingseventual-第51章
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Take that any way you want。 Any old way at all。
II
I've got a house; okay? My very own house。 That's fringe benefit number one。 I call Ma sometimes; ask how her bad leg is; shoot the shit; but I've never invited her over here; although Harkerville is only seventy or so miles away and I know she's practically busting a gut with curiosity。 I don't even have to go see her unless I want to。 Mostly I don't want to。 If you knew my mother; you wouldn't want to; either。 Sit there in that living room with her while she talks about all her relatives and whines about her puffy leg。 Also I never noticed how much the house smelled of catshit until I got out of it。 I'm never going to have a pet。 Pets bite the big one。
Mostly I just stay here。 It's only got one bedroom; but it's still an excellent house。 Eventual; as Pug used to say。 He was the one guy at the Supr Savr I liked。 When he wanted to say something was really good; Pug'd never say it was awesome; like most people do; he'd say it was eventual。 How funny is that? The old Pugmeister。 I wonder how he's doing。 Okay; I suppose。 But I can't call him and make sure。 I can call my Ma; and I have an emergency number if anything ever goes wrong or if I think somebody's getting nosy about what's not their business; but I can't buzz any of my old friends (as if any of them besides Pug gave Shit One about Dinky Earnshaw)。 Mr。 Sharpton's rules。
But never mind that。 Let's go back to my house here in Columbia City。 How many nineteen…year…old high…school dropouts do you know who have their own houses? Plus a new car? Only a Honda; true; but the first three numbers on the odometer are still zeroes; and that's the important part。 It has a CD/tape…player; and I don't slide in behind the wheel wondering if the goddam thing'll start; like I always did with the Ford; which Skipper used to make fun of。 The Ass…holemobile; he called it。 Why are there so many Skippers in the world? That's what I really wonder about。
I do get some money; by the way。 More than enough to meet my needs。 Check this out。 I watch As the World Turns every day while I'm eating my lunch; and on Thursdays; about halfway through the show; I hear the clack of the mail…slot。 I don't do anything then; I'm not supposed to。 Like Mr。 Sharpton said; 'Them's the rules; Dink。'
I just watch the rest of my show。 The exciting stuff on the soaps always happens around the weekends…murders on Fridays; fucking on Mondays…but I watch right to the end every day; just the same。 I'm especially careful to stay in the living room until the end on Thurs…days。 On Thursdays I don't even go out to the kitchen for another glass of milk。 When World is over; I turn off the TV for awhile…Oprah Winfrey es on next; I hate her show; all that sitting…around…talking shit is for the Mas of the world…and go out to the front hall。
Lying on the floor under the mail…slot; there's always a plain white envelope; sealed。 Nothing written on the front。 Inside there'll be either fourteen five…dollar bills or seven ten…dollar bills。 That's my money for the week。 Here's what I do with it。 I go to the movies twice; always in the afternoon; when it's just 4。50。 That's 9。 On Saturday I fill up my Honda with gas; and that's usually about 7。 I don't drive much。 I'm not invested in it; as Pug would say。 So now we're up to 16。 I'll eat out maybe four times at Mickey D's; either at breakfast (Egg McMuffin; coffee; two hash browns) or at dinner (Quarter Pounder with Cheese; never mind that McSpecial shit; what dimbulb thought those sandwiches up)。 Once a week I put on chinos and a button…up shirt and see how the other half lives…have a fancy meal at a place like Adam's Ribs or the Chuck Wagon。 All of that goes me about 25 and now we're up to 41。 Then I might go by News Plus and buy a stroke book or two; nothing really kinky; just your usual like Variations or Penthouse。 I have tried writing these mags down on DINKY'S DAYBOARD; but with no success。 I can buy them myself; and they don't disappear on cleaning day or anything; but they don't show up; if you see what I'm getting at; like most other stuff does。 I guess Mr。 Sharpton's cleaners don't like to buy dirty stuff (pun)。 Also; I can't get to any of the sex stuff on the Internet。 I have tried; but it's blocked out; somehow。 Usually things like that are easy to deal with…you go under or around the roadblocks if you can't hack straight through…but this is different。
Not to belabor the point; but I can't dial 900 numbers on the phone; either。 The auto…dialer works; of course; and if I want to call somebody just at random; anywhere in the world; and shoot the shit with them for awhile; that's okay。 That works。 But the 900 numbers don't。 You just get a busy。 Probably just as well。 In my experience; thinking about sex is like scratching poison ivy。 You only spread it around。 Besides; sex is no big deal; at least for me。 It's there; but it isn't eventual。 Still; considering what I'm doing; that little prudey streak is sort of weird。 Almost funny 。 。 。 except I seem to have lost my sense of humor on the subject。 A few others; as well。
Oh well; back to the budget。
If I get a Variations; that's four bucks and we're up to 45。 Some of the money that's left I might use to buy a CD; although I don't have to; or a candy…bar or two (I know I shouldn't; because my plexion still blows dead rats; although I'm almost not a teenager anymore)。 I think of calling out for a pizza or for Chinese sometimes; but it's against TransCorp's rules。 Also; I would feel weird doing it; like a member of the oppressing class。 I have delivered pizza; remember。 I know what a sucky job it is。 Still; if I could order in; the pizza guy wouldn't leave this house with a quarter tip。 I'd lay five on him; watch his eyes light up。
But you're starting to see what I mean about not needing a lot of cash money; aren't you? When Thursday morning rolls around again; I usually have at least eight bucks left; and sometimes it's more like twenty。 What I do with the coins is drop them down the storm…drain in front of my house。 I am aware that this would freak the neighbors out if they saw me doing it (I'm a high…school dropout; but I didn't leave because I was stupid; thank you very much); so I take out the blue plastic recycling basket with the newspapers in it (and sometimes with a Penthouse or Variations buried halfway down the stack; I don't keep that shit around for long; who would); and while I'm putting it down on the curb; I open the hand with the change in it; and through the grate in the gutter it goes。 Tinkle…tinkle…tinkle…splash。 Like a magician's trick。 Now you see it; now you don't。 Someday that drain will get clogged up; they'll send a guy down there and he'll think he won the fucking lottery; unless there's a flood or something that pushes all the change down to the waste treatment plant; or wherever it goes。 By then I'll be gone。 I'm not going to spend my life in Columbia City; I can tell you that。 I'm leaving; and soon。 One way or the other。
The currency is easier。 I just poke it down the garbage disposal in the kitchen。 Another magic trick; presto…change…o; money into lettuce。 You probably think that's very weird; running money through the sink…pig。 I did; too; at first。 But you get used to just about anything after you do it awhile; and besides; there's always another seventy falling through the letter…slot。 The rule is simple: no squirrelling it away。 End the week broke。 Besides; it's not millions we're talking about; only eight or ten bucks a week。 Chump…change; really。
III
DINKY'S DAYBOARD。 That's another fringe benefit。 I write down whatever I want during the week; and I get everything I ask for (except sex…mags; as I told you)。 Maybe I'll get bored with that eventually; but right now it's like having Santa Claus all year round。 Mostly what I write down is groceries; like anyone does on their kitchen chalkboard; but by no means is groceries all。
I might; for instance; write down 'New Bruce Willis Video' or 'New Weezer CD' or something like that。 A funny thing about that Weezer CD; since we're on the subject。 I happened to go into Toones Xpress one Friday after my movie was