"The first thing we have to do is investigate the enemy for weaknesses. Like allergies or deep rooted fears. Do you know if he is allergic to bees?", Tink says over the espresso machine, the leopard sound that always reminds me of jittery fingers and too many ideas to get off my tongue. Tink always orders the Detox tea and refuses to add anything to it, commanding that it centers her to the earth better if she doesn't dilute it with all the chaos of society. Then she only takes about three sips before complaining that they always make it too cold and then refuses to drink the rest. personally I believe this is all because it tastes like shit.
"Tink, I don't want to hospitalize him. I want my library card back."
"But then you would have to return the Music Box to complete the cycle of karma."Tink refuses to listen to mp3 players of any kind, or tv, since they also add to the chaos of society. If she were a book, she would be Centering the Earth to You: a how to about becoming a hypocritical earth worshiper.
"What if I don't mind being a cockroach in my next life. I bet I would get a little roach library card and read little roac-
"How can you stand idly by while he fondles your listing of books and judges you openly for what you read? You know I bet right now he is looking at the list from when you were fifteen and thinking how dumb you are for reading Twilight! Hahahaha- Ooooaph."
She was being nonsensical so I did the only sensible thing. I socked her in the shoulder and went up to the great leopard to receive my prize. A spiced chai with two shots of espresso. One sip and there I am, the perfect warrior. I know my spear would be wit and I would get my card back. I can be brave and the shaking isn't from excitement or fear, it's from caffeine high obviously.
"Clearly she doesn't mind her soul being rifled through or she would be a true warrior and, very bravely, walk up to the library manager and ask for a new damned library card." Charlie the every present dampener. He would be The Memoires of a Party Pooper and his unenjoyment of everything. This reminds me that this has been blown way out of proportion and I would be better off just acting normal an-
There he is, I mean here he is, what the actual fuck! he cannot take this too. I mean first he is on the bus, then in the library and now here, he cannot take my sanctuary, my atmosphere, the only oxygen i can breathe without a book in hand. this is my sacred space this is my leopard sounding esspresso machine and my 'the usual, girlie' greeting. My place, mine minemineminemine- oh. my. god. I. think. he. saw. me…What would miss bennet do, what would Weetzie Bat do, what would Jacky do, what would belle do, what should I do…-
I dived down below our fake table and hit my head of Charlie's knee and Tink begins to squeal with excitement and I spill my Chai all over the floor and myself and finding a year old napkin under Charlie's chair I finally stand up after the agonizing three seconds it took to find out this was not at all what I should have done.
What I say instead of the truth is, "I accidentally spilled my drink, damn, I shouldn't have tried to clean it up without a better napkin." while holding up year old napkin that I cannot help but imagining only semen or blood on and pretending that it was always mine.
"He didn't even see you." -Charlie.
This makes me feel much better. And then I turn around. I take back what I said before, Charlie would be titled The Memoirs of a Liar who Lied and Then Died because he was Liar.
