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My friend Thor arrived yesterday, after having taken a train from Santa Fe. "Taken" is perhaps innacurate-he leapt onto the roof of one of the soybean cars as the train slowed to go through the Highpass switchyard, and held on with white-knuckled, bloody palmed tenacity for the next 1600 miles.
I took him on a merry jaunt through the streets of the Third Ward last night, his peculiarly-sweet pipesmoke coiling about his ratty sheepskin jacket, his yellowed eyes glinting merrily in the streetlamp glow, and his lucite cane pointing out various sources of his own personal amusement.
"Is that not the most illogically shaped dog?" he did say at one point, gesticulating with a mere flaring of his nostrils at a squirrel perched on the edge of a fountain. I replied that indeed it was, and suggested that perhaps he should rest after the intense physical strain of his journey.
"Nonsense," he replied in a cold voice, and stared fixedly at the tavern across the street as a starved fox might regard a limping and yet succulent rabbit. "Let us wet our throats, make the acquaintance of delightful sirens, and thereby allow the sweet counterpoint of lechery and liquor liven the sweet fugue of our evening." I replied that it was late, and that I had to get up early the following morn.
Thor fixed me with two coal-black eyes-deadly as any abandoned mine shaft, and told me that he would skin me "from corner to corner" if I would not join him in his taking of spirits. After that, I remember no more.
I took him on a merry jaunt through the streets of the Third Ward last night, his peculiarly-sweet pipesmoke coiling about his ratty sheepskin jacket, his yellowed eyes glinting merrily in the streetlamp glow, and his lucite cane pointing out various sources of his own personal amusement.
"Is that not the most illogically shaped dog?" he did say at one point, gesticulating with a mere flaring of his nostrils at a squirrel perched on the edge of a fountain. I replied that indeed it was, and suggested that perhaps he should rest after the intense physical strain of his journey.
"Nonsense," he replied in a cold voice, and stared fixedly at the tavern across the street as a starved fox might regard a limping and yet succulent rabbit. "Let us wet our throats, make the acquaintance of delightful sirens, and thereby allow the sweet counterpoint of lechery and liquor liven the sweet fugue of our evening." I replied that it was late, and that I had to get up early the following morn.
Thor fixed me with two coal-black eyes-deadly as any abandoned mine shaft, and told me that he would skin me "from corner to corner" if I would not join him in his taking of spirits. After that, I remember no more.