Jul 02, 2011 11:13
Well, I woke up early this morning, made coffee, went into the front room and found Maxie sitting in the big armchair near the TV, looking like Hell. "What's up, Max?" I asked. He looked at me sadly, bloodshot eyes almost despairing.
"You took my visit well," Maxie said eventually. "Got anything to drink?" I indicated the coffee cup I was holding. Max leaned forward, and with a hand swept his long, lank hair back over his head. "Is it Extra Bold?" I smiled. Max hadn't changed much since I last saw him before Thanksgiving last year.
"No, Max, it's Seriously Bold, special blend I have made for me."
"That'll do." He stood up, swayed and stumbled off to the kitchen. He wore a plaid shirt and a pair of filthy white pants. And sandals. He saw me look at his clothes. "It's a long story, Floyd. But right now I need caffeine." I watched him pour the coffee. He stumbled back to the armchair and sat down again. By now I was on my second smoke of the day. Max sipped his coffee and glared at the TV screen. "Change is coming," he said after a while. "You have no idea oif the shit I have seen. It scares the literal crap out of me. How's things?"
I took a drag of the cigarette. "Tell me," I said. Max was looking terrified about something, I had to know more.