El Senor took one last toke of the bong, smiled and blew the smoke out. Coughing, as well. Coughing a lot. Turning to me, he said, "You driving?" Adam and S/O laughed and I lowered my head. Not in shame, but because the fact that I didn't really want the day to end. Fuck, I thought, El's stoned. We talk a bit about S/O's shoe, a sandal actually, the heel of which had fallen off.
I started packing the slew of articles given to me by Adam, the magazine and the book he lent me. El Senor and I motioned for the door and Adam saw us out. We'd have to do this again, and you better believe we will. A whole lot of information is needed for this project that only one conversation wouldn't cover it. This means that I have to bust my ass writing for the that porn website. He tells me he'll be gone for a while as they're going to Cali. Recreation? I don't ask.
El Senor's either paranoid because he's stoned or because he's a writer. Normally, I begin to think that people around me are spies sent to kill me because I'm anti-George W. Bush. Other times I think it's because Blandie hates me so much that the writing on the blogs have finally got to her. A woman comes out of her apartment and this startles him. He tells me; I chuckled, this is going to be fun.
As we're pulling away from Adam's street, I call Philosopher to see if her, Doll and the Binx are out and about. Subconsciously, however, I dial Jyg instead. I hang up the moment I realize my mistake. No sense of that going on tonight. No, I've already made my company uneasy. Now, I'm not sure if it's a contact high or because I'm just plain giddy, but I'm beginning to find certain things amusing. Philosopher answers and tells me she's not going out because The Squid is on one of her tears again. Sweet kid, but she is sometimes a bit on the crazy side. Must get it from the company her mother hangs out with. You know who I'm talking about...me, obviously. I hang up. El Senor grabs his cell and hears that our friend, Ol Biker, has called his sister up in Ohio trying to contact him. Sister then relays the message to El Senor.
Noticing the car swerve, I grab the sheet of paper, a list of all the phone numbers of people of every person El has spoken to. I wonder if anyone of those numbers belongs to a woman he's defiled. I don't bother to ask. Now Ol Biker always struck me as an interesting character. He's a wise man with traits that tends to piss off people of the finer sex. He tells El that something happened to him not too long ago, which makes El a little concerned, but not enough to remove the buzz that's slowly creeping in his mind. Damn, I should've had me a hit of that, I think. It's becomes rather apparent that Ol Biker has suffered a mild stroke. Damn, I think. He's also invited us to eat his place. Cool. If there's one thing that Ol Biker can do is cook up a good BBQ. And I know sooner or later that hunger is going to hit a big man like El anytime soon. The question only remains, how long can I fuck with him until I get hungry as well?
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