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alright you chiciken shit wimps! you pansies! when this goddamn light flips green im gonna blow everyone of you gutless punks off the road! right. challenge the bastards on thier own turf. come screeching up to the crosswalk bucking and skidding with a bottle of rum in one hand and jamming the horn to drown the music.. a genuinly dangerous reeking of ether and terminal psychosis. revving the engine up to a terrible high pitched chattering whine, waiting for the light to change. old elephants limp off to the hills to die, old americans go out on the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars. 'turn up the fucking music!' he said 'my heart feels like an alligator!'
'ah yes volume! clarity! bass! we must have bass!!' he flailed his arms at the sky
'whats wrong with us? are we goddamn old ladies ??
i turned the tape player up to full bore
'you scurv shyster bastard!' i said 'watch your language!'
i wanted to shut him off but we were both helpless with laughter
but what the fuck are we doing in this desert????
kill the body and the head will die
this line appears in my notebook for some reason. perhaps some connection with joe frazier. is he still alive? still able to talk?
'here you drive' i said 'i think theres something wrong with me'
rest in peace james pangonas
you will be missed man