In a small apartment, as close as dare be to the wrong side of town, a proud crazy shifted from side to side in the full length closet door mirror, a mirror slightly warped by time, casting back images just shy of a funhouse.
A pack of Camel straights rolled up his left t~shirt sleeve revealed a fading Diane Summer's "Hot Love" tattoo, long ago etched in bleached skin.
He shifted the cigs to his right arm, rearranging the stretched left sleeve over the tat. As the right sleeve rose over the Camels, another tattoo came to light. Hoards of bed lice snapped to attention, as, in the warp~a~mirror, it looked to be an exaggerated and severed Swami head. It disappeared in Camel yellow.
Gaze still fixed straight ahead into the mirror, he shook back a long mane of hair. He raised his left hand and pointed a Travolta cool finger at the imaginary lady beyond the mirror.
"Yo, Momma, wha' say we head down and trip the light fantastic?"
After pausing for effect he backed away and sat on the edge of the bed, obscuring 72 bed lice in full buttal eclipse, looked again to the mirror and lit a smoke. A toothy grin spread across his sunken and pasty white cheeks.
"Oh yeah, the king of funk is back!"
A pack of Camel straights rolled up his left t~shirt sleeve revealed a fading Diane Summer's "Hot Love" tattoo, long ago etched in bleached skin.
He shifted the cigs to his right arm, rearranging the stretched left sleeve over the tat. As the right sleeve rose over the Camels, another tattoo came to light. Hoards of bed lice snapped to attention, as, in the warp~a~mirror, it looked to be an exaggerated and severed Swami head. It disappeared in Camel yellow.
Gaze still fixed straight ahead into the mirror, he shook back a long mane of hair. He raised his left hand and pointed a Travolta cool finger at the imaginary lady beyond the mirror.
"Yo, Momma, wha' say we head down and trip the light fantastic?"
After pausing for effect he backed away and sat on the edge of the bed, obscuring 72 bed lice in full buttal eclipse, looked again to the mirror and lit a smoke. A toothy grin spread across his sunken and pasty white cheeks.
"Oh yeah, the king of funk is back!"
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