Unable To Afford Even Regret.July 17, 2008 at 7:08 pm | Posted in writing | 12 Comments
Tags: tattoo, writing
Mate, mate, have you gotta minute? I just wanted to ask you a quick question. I seen you around and you’re not like them others, fucking suits, and well, I just wanted to ask you, do you know where I can get some of the good thing happening.
“Well that would be largely a matter of definition, I imagine.” I said looking up from the backs of my hands.
Mate it’s just that I thought you were familiar and that ink, it’s old ink but I bet it was done by Little Mick. That’s a Little Mick leopard.
“I’m sorry, I’ve heard of Little Mick but he was always kind of legendary to me. Did ‘The Rebels’ ink for them and I think he did Tex Perkins’.”
And your missus, mate, I’ve seen her around. She is somethingelse. Those tits. Is she still working?
There was a long pause while secretaries and accountants and receptionists with their lawyers on leads all hustled by the corner not even seeing us as if this was something happening to ghosts,
Anyway, like I say, do you know where I can get on to anything? You see, fact is I remember you too he said scratching the back of his hand and I know you shouldn’t be walking around, if you know what I mean. I remember, well let’s just say certain things stick with you and she didn’t deserve that, man. Maybe she did love you but you shouldn’t have walked into that room right then. Not even a moral question just plain fucking bad luck for everyone, he said.
“Except you. Until now,” and slowly slid my hand into my pocket.