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Curious Minds
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I washed up the dinosaur bones from my daughters vacation and put them outside to look at closer later. And later in the day I'm woken by the landlord and his brother, Italians, out mowing the lawn. I go out to say hi.
G, the landlord, and his bro S, his bro, shirt off and chest bristling, freshly shaven, are chatting, S is apologizing about a bit of row they had the other morning that woke me early and continued throughout the day, loud conversations that managed to use more permutations of the word "FUCK" than I had realized were possible, but they've made up now it seems. They enquire about the rocks strewn about the deck, I explain, S gets excited....
"You mean these are from a dinosaur...? You some kind of archaeologist or something?"
And I explain that they're from a dinosaur, and show him how I knew, how to tell, and explain that the word is paleontologist, ....He's getting excited.
"What kind of dinosaur? Archaeology, that's cool..."
Duckbill, probably, I explain, and don't bother to correct him further...
"Like a giant duck. How big..., do you think, as big as this house?"
And I hazard a guess as to it's size, probably 12 feet....
"A giant duck..." he repeats, and tells his brother G.
"Do you ever go to youtube and look at those videos?" he asks, and now he's on a roll... "The ones about where they find those skeletons of giant people, 30 feet tall, some even 25 feet or 10 feet even..." He's curiously reversed the order of size, dramatically reversing the order of maximum effect, but he's into the subject now, I hum-haw noncommittally...."Aliens" he continues..."You see that video where the UFO comes out of nowhere and zaps the nuclear missile test to the ground?" and he begins to dance around, playing the part of both the nuclear missile and the peace loving UFO "pu...it fires it's lazers, and then goes over here, and pu it fires it's lazers again, and then it disappears off into the sky.....they'll never allow us to have a nuclear war...or the videos with all the aliens they've got in the bunkers?"They got wormholes from the Germans in the second world war, you know how our universe is next to another universe..." and he's explaining with his hands, making bubbles..."And there's a big wormhole ..." and he illustrates a circle, "Like Stargate" I say ironically, and he immediately agrees..."Yeah, just like that, and you just step through and you're in this other universe....what's your email, I'll send you some links, will blow your mind...."
I make my excuses, have to go back inside, resume my work...he stares thoughtfully for a minute over the suburbs in the distance, the infinitely growing and sprawling city....
"You know, a lot of people, they just go to work and come home and eat and go to sleep. They're not curious like us...."
Rescuing Sheryll
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I'm in Edmonton, I've run into a surprising number of former acquaintances. Scott, others...And passing, on a street, I see Sheryll. She's with a younger man, perhaps 30's, lots of tattoos, short hair, she's at the doorway to a house arguing with a tall, stoic looking man about visiting her daughter, "Not without court-appointed guardian" he tells her, she's drunk, and her 30 something companion is quietly helping her away from the door...
She's wearing a bathrobe, it keeps slipping off, she's not just drunk I realize, she's a crack addict, blackened eyes, this young man she's with is a john, I determine to rescue her, feel somehow responsible, I approach her companion & slip her into my arms, she's out of it, her companion offers no resistance....
....there's a cafe, now, and they're opening all the sugar dispensers on the table, thinking one of them must be filled with crack, that's where she's getting it, and I've got her in my arms and am wondering how to save her...
Landscaping & Cloudbursts
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I'm taking to a bored group of people about landscaping their yard. An older wealthy man, grey haired, his elegant wife, a younger couple I assume must be their children...I'm explaining that we can pull up the concrete slabs (9 of them in total) they've filled the yard with, lay in some stone tiles, large vases, trees, flowers, their disinterested, the older man explains to me: "We're really not into being upsold....", I try to explain I'm not upselling them, I'm trying to give them choices...
...they're not making the choices, leaving it to me, I conceive the idea to take them into the yard one by one and feel them out, I start with the younger blonde, she's pretty but her teeth are odd and jutting out, I lead her into the garden, she's looking back and loudly complaining - "If any of them are checking me out, tell them they're gonna be in trouble..." and I'm thinking how odd she is...
Now I'm in a parking lot, another client, dark haired, young, we're there to go into the mall and pick up landscaping supplies, looking through my window I see a small cloud, orange in the setting sun, advancing, boiling, splitting itself apart, and before we know it it's upon us...
For a moment I don't know what's happened, then I realize I'm under water in the car, swimming, trying to get my head above water, then before I know it drains away, pouring out through the windows and doors and I can breathe...the respite is only temporary, however, the girl seems all right, we barely have time to catch out breath and it happens again...
When it's done again we get out of the car, it's drenched, we're drenched to the skin, EMS vehicles are everywhere, a long truck is pulling around the front of my Jetta, it grinds against the headlight, a british Bobby, policewoman, stops me to tell me that while my car seems to have weathered the flood fine my headlight has unfortunately received 1200% damage, I want to tell her it wasn't the flood, it was the truck that just passed, but it's pointless, she's clueless...
It's a state of emergency, firetrucks, police cars, the girl, the client, she's leading me away, she's decided she wants to have sex, only we can't seem to find anywhere away from the mobs of people and workers, we try elevators at the mall, secret passages, nothing is working, and it's appearing we'll have to give up, I'm back at the car now, alone, and turning it over find to my surprise that it's weakly managing to start...
Meeting Obama
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I've a meeting with Obama, there are people in limousines and taxis and helicopters ready to pick me up, but I'm going to take the train.
"Can he bring you anything?" the driver asks, I tell him as I hurry away "Get him to pick me up a pack of Dunhills"....I know this will piss him off, Obama doesn't like my smoking.
Now waiting, underground, for a train, the platform is deserted for everyone except me and her...
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