Not the regular Saturday Part ll
Posted: March 14th, 2009, 9:06 pm
When the hand narrowed in to a stop, I removed my hand of his head. Stretched my arm out, and grabbed the book of witch his index finger suggested. “ The marvels of Mallorca”.
It didn’t count. We agreed on that. We where there 2 years ago.
- Not that it wasn’t cool. He said
- I know! I said. Its nice to get around.
- It was a cool trip.
- Tell me about it.
- I do it one more time then?
- I'm down.
We looked at each other with a relived smile, and sighed.
We both remembered that fucking dump.
Just kidding.
So we gave it another shot. Same routine. Finger stopped. I fetched another book.
This time it was the name of the country that flashed itself so seducingly in forth our eyes.
The kid said: yeahssss!
The Father: Mothafucker…
It all flew above me. Over my head. The moors. The wind. And the whisky. The story of the clans. Isle of Skye. Haggis on the Mcleods Table. Getting kilts. Heather on the rise on a mountain field, look at the stars see how you steel away to banish sorrow…
- finally get to see the monster, The Kid said.
i looked down. we where gonna find Nessie.
- lets go see about this, Mutha… thing! I said.
Outside the travel agency. I sat down on my knees. It was really no need, all the time the kid was breast high. But it showed him I meant serious about the shit. I can be pretty hard to interpret at times. And he has a hard time cutting through pale black sarcasm. I pointed a finger at myself.
- now you listen. I said.
He was confused.
- I do the talking. I might get the price down. You with me?
- ok.
We stepped in.
It didn’t count. We agreed on that. We where there 2 years ago.
- Not that it wasn’t cool. He said
- I know! I said. Its nice to get around.
- It was a cool trip.
- Tell me about it.
- I do it one more time then?
- I'm down.
We looked at each other with a relived smile, and sighed.
We both remembered that fucking dump.
Just kidding.
So we gave it another shot. Same routine. Finger stopped. I fetched another book.
This time it was the name of the country that flashed itself so seducingly in forth our eyes.
The kid said: yeahssss!
The Father: Mothafucker…
It all flew above me. Over my head. The moors. The wind. And the whisky. The story of the clans. Isle of Skye. Haggis on the Mcleods Table. Getting kilts. Heather on the rise on a mountain field, look at the stars see how you steel away to banish sorrow…
- finally get to see the monster, The Kid said.
i looked down. we where gonna find Nessie.
- lets go see about this, Mutha… thing! I said.
Outside the travel agency. I sat down on my knees. It was really no need, all the time the kid was breast high. But it showed him I meant serious about the shit. I can be pretty hard to interpret at times. And he has a hard time cutting through pale black sarcasm. I pointed a finger at myself.
- now you listen. I said.
He was confused.
- I do the talking. I might get the price down. You with me?
- ok.
We stepped in.