Day was breaking as they pulled into Biloxi, and father broke the news to son. “There is even more I can say to you about that Certain Hunger and extraordinary way to spend your life.”
Croupiers, cuties and conga players filled the 24-hour-streets as longings for neural explosions filled the always-open younger’s head. “For that extraordinary thing to ever happen to you, it is first necessary that ten thousand and ten other things occur. Yet not a one of them is necessary. Think about it, and furthermore, if this be true which It is, why does not this fact alone instantly drive your thoughts straight up the wall and into new areas of great profit and wonderment? It should and yet it does not. Why? For the same reason that to ever see what-is-going-on for yourself, it is first necessary that ten thousand and ten different things occur,
with not a single one of them being necessary.”
He pretended to look for a parking place, as he continued making sounds with his face. “A faux son might think I am but having sport with words, but we have been at this too long and you know better than that. In your lucid moments you understand that all words are soccer balls, and the only thing that matters is your net so, I’m going to be broadcasting at one hundred thousand clear channel watts. It’s up to you not to be trying to receive on a cheap pocket radio.”
The elder swerved to miss one rain filled rut, running them into another. Thus did they switch streams in mid metaphor. “Toss out the rest of those plastic pearls,” he said to son, wanting to take care of the car, in that it was theirs and they were rental. “When we first read that people long before us, had been bothered by an itch inside their skull that no available verbal powder would cure, and you immediately cried out: ‘Yes! That’s it! That’s exactly what I’m going through!’ We anxiously read on and discovered that they had even given it a name. ‘Yes!’ you shouted. Finally I’ll know what this thing is that so delightfully, is almost driving me mad!’ (Although if memory serves, you did not at that time include the word, ‘delightfully,’ but I’ll let it go),”
J.