3] Folk loving these Icelandic Fish skin chews for dogs and cant wait on my dog food made of Ostrich to get in. And Rollingout did a piece on my store.
Manes, Jones here have some of the darndest things happen to him. I think that is one reason I like the short store as my favorite form of prose (the ordinary language people use) because I can just change a name of two and bam – fiction. Sometimes these occur in life events and as in the case of last night, via phone call. Starting with me answering:
Lil Momma: Hello
Jones: May I ask who is calling?
Lil Momma: XXXX
Jones: XXXX, and how have u been maam?
Lil Momma: Ok, I’m in your city, at the airport.
Jones: Yea, sup with that Jones?
Lil Momma: Layover missed my connection, delays due to Hurricane they say.
Jones: I can see that, I mean gas went up 65 cents in half a day may as well make you late too. Long time no hear, what gives? And you still got my number
Lil Momma: I know, I never really forgot about you…
Lil Momma: Do you have mine?
Jones: Nope would have but last woman broke my phone when I tried to film her burning down my house and saying she was gone kill me and my son.
Lil Momma: You silly.
Jones: For real Jones – slim was Twilight Zone jones. Butarah, you know do tell.
Lil Momma: Well you are not easy to forget. Something about your backstroke.
Jones: [Laughing] u aint never see me swim.
Lil Momma: Boy you know what I mean, I remember you beating me comatose, and you know what u toting. Can you come and get me?
Jones: [Laughing} A city girl using tote, country-esque. I would but last minute and I’m in the bed Jones, without the Kids. I’m lounging.
Lil Momma: Well, can you come and have a few drinks with me, my treat.
Jones: I wish babe. Wish I had known before I got naked. Just got out shower and air drying under the fan.
Lil Momma: Ok, call sometimes, I really missed you, and you wrong for the visual.
I will spare you the mundane nuances of the entire discussion. But she did make me smile, and made me remember some things that I should have already immortalized in fiction. I guess I believed she missed me, but back in the day, it was like I was the flail of God (where did I get that from – LOL). Not that I aint wanna bone, and I do have a sever penchant for free liquor, for my favorite liquor is free, as well, my favorite beers are cold and free. But I just aint the one for moon walking, you know, she had me and let folk go, so I leave that type of dance to Michael Jackson and Usher.
But what struck me was the reference to my back stroke. It was if she remembered me, but remembered how I almost beat lil momma twat into a coma. I know I told her that back then, but she even remembered. I aint never remembered no kitty like that and cant recall any one specific one out the, well we wont give no number. I mean is it really possible to recall of such, to keep such vivid in ones mind over the years. I remember parties, or fights, or football games, but not twat. I do remember her red toenail polish and how it stained the flat white paint above my headboard of my bed, and how she squirmed when I torqued my hips to the left, and how her eyes reminded me of a person having an epileptic seizure when ever I bent myself inside of her. I even remember the shutters, or me having to release one of my hands from her ankle to cover her mouth as to not wake my roommates, who said the next morning I was throwing down. I don't know should I have believed her? is it possible to remember a man by they way he messaged your back from inside your body with slow long strokes?
It was just weird; she remembered the back stroke when I recalled the elements of a fine fictional piece. I was happy and told her such in honor, for when she said it was “something about my back stroke”, I said, that’s a song.