Punk rock dating chapters 68- 69

Punk rock dating chapter 68: The Next Depression Swingers...

Cherry Face:

September, 13, 2009,

The Captain Hotel:

Julie Hales bites her tongue and scribbles a few lines of her darkest verse:

"Oh, yes, mom and dad... Wherever you may be... Quiver in fear, when the day comes that my poetry is published in every schoolbook across this doomed nation...Look upon and despair... Let the entire world know what FAILURES you were! And let it be known what a human wretch I am as a result...Ohhh, despair, despair..." she stormed beneath her breath.

"Julie," barked Marie.

"Hmmm?" Julie stopped scribbling.

"Cartoons are on, are you going to come back to bed and watch TV with me or do I have to stay under the covers alone?" Marie beckoned.

Julie decided to take a break from plumbing the dank depths of her soul and watch some "Woody Woodpecker."

They snuggled under the hotel covers, the glow of domesticity covering Marie like a warm, worn sweater.

"These last few months have been the happiest of my life, Julie."

Julie; the battered flower brighter for it, a life of Sunday mornings, innocent girl fluent in filthy languages, shrugged the hardest times off her shoulders and continued on with the day smiling sincerely at the world, the shadows of her soul sometimes swirling at her sparkling pen but packed away when the TV showed good reruns again... Living in bed with her hair in a ponytail, bowl of painted cereal, stylish clothes unwashed on her floor, rapt in small pleasures, too awed by cosmic events to ever notice or acknowledge them...

Marie; the girl the world tried to beat down but she stood strong and the world walked around her. Marble, alone, day-planner out, plotting planetary alignments and her way out! Working for something she couldn't define and running twice as hard for something she couldn't find. Yet here she was thawed and dark hair down, the ringing notes of a still afternoon... Never before had she allowed herself to get this relaxed, this comfortable.

"I don't want to go back to the life I had," Marie whispered, pulling Julie closer, "All I cared about was work...money...the acceptance of people who were never going to give it...I was dead inside before you..."

"Don't say that, Marie... you were always a good person...I remember watching you on TV, you were so sweet! You looked like home to me," Julie said with a mouthful of Fruity Pebbles, staring blankly at cartoon violence.

"I was acting. It was all I knew. I assumed that's what all nice, warm people were like," Marie explained, "I mean... I would watch my Parents say 'Hi" to the neighbors, the perfect picture of hospitality and then they would talk trash behind the neighbors’ backs as soon as they were behind closed doors..."

"Hmmm. Sounds like my Parents..." Julie shrugged.

"I used to fantasize about other people's boring lives... Like how they went to school, went to work, how they overcame life's obstacles...Shit like that. I thought it was just science fiction. I thought I was Isaac Fucking Asimov writing these stories about such far-out concepts as true love and Families that come together in the end..."

"Huh...I should read one of your books someday," said Julie, transfixed by Tom & Jerry.

"But I don't know anymore... Maybe just my family was fucked..."

"Naww," Julie nawwwed, "My family was fucked too..."

Marie smiled, "Maybe we can be different. Maybe we can break the cycle, become our own loving Family. Maybe..."

(cue the sharp pounding of a frantic fist hammering on the door.)

"Who is it?" Marie shouted from the comfort of her bed.

The pounding intensified.

Marie jumped from her bed and ran to the door, Julie puppy dogging behind her.

(turn the record over and cue more relentless pounding.)

"Jeezus!" Marie flung open the door to a poor washed out wisp of a girl beaten by rain and years of running...

"Dorothy!" gasped Marie.

"Who?" asked Julie, clutching a baseball bat.

"She's my ex..." Marie shuddered.




Uh oh, where has Dorothy been? Why is she back? What happened in the year since they last met? What happened with Orion? With Patina? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
relax...we'll find out tomorrow...



Punk rock dating no. 69: You Don't Remember Me...

I will plot the distance:

Star-faced; bathed in diffuse nebulae and stinking of pineapple... the luminous half-remembered schoolgirl of my distant memory: you scramble the eggs in my head, you do... Whatever became of the tourists just passing through the places my map cannot recall...you come from where I come from, spiritual second cousins, in a distant sense... I want to punch in you in the mouthful of diamonds...

I used to not be able to shake this feeling that everyday was the end of the world, now I count seconds...

I spent the last twenty three years in all-encompassing solitude pondering the eternal question "are we alone or is that my neighbor knocking?"

Decades devoted to meditating and searching the hidden reaches of my soul...

and what did I find there?

Re-runs of ALF.

Oh well...

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Julie (dark poet and life-long member of the Mr. T fan-club) worked hard on her A-Team slash-fiction, attempting to ignore re-united ex-lovers, she typed:
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'B.A lie wounded in the trenches by Charlie's bullet...Murdock hurriedly tied a tourniquet tight around B.A.'s leg as mortar shells burst around them...

"Murdock!" B.A barked, his face twisted in agony, "Listen... I... I don't know how to say it!"

Murdock knew what was coming next, it wasn't completely unexpected... Sometimes under extreme combat conditions a certain stirring would occur between two fighting brothers...

"Don't say it, B.A....you don't know what yer sayin', you've lost a lot of blood..." Murdock pulled the bandage tighter...

"No! I mean it, fool! I...I love you...!"

Murdock bit his bottom lip, fighting to hold back the tears, his mind grasped for a joke but for the first time in his life he was short on mirth...

B.A. continued in his usual churlish manner, " Murdock! I've wasted my entire life pityin' fools..."

His features softened,

"...But all along the fools should have been pityin' me!

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"Are you still working on those sick A-Team fan fiction stories?" Marie asked Julie bitterly.

"They're not sick," insisted Julie, "They're love stories, about true fucking LOVE! You wouldn't understand..."

"Oh I understand! And that one where Hannibal goes undercover as a woman and sleeps with Face? Sick!"

"Why don't you just leave with Dorothy?!?" Julie cried convulsively, "We both know that you love her and not me!"

Marie knew Julie was hurt by the sudden reappearance of Dorothy.

"Julie... It's not like that! She was just a... thing..."

Dorothy became offended.

"Oh?! Is that all I am to you?" she interjected. "A ...thing?!?!?"

There was no winning.

"I didn't mean it like that..." Marie sighed.

I came back because I needed help," Dorothy cried, "You were the only person I trusted! That believed in me! That I could count on!"

"Everbody just needs to calm down," said Marie, making a failed attempt to become the voice of reason, "Now Julie... Dorothy only came back because she's in trouble... She doesn't want to take me away from you, isn't that right, Dorothy?"

Dorothy held her weary skull low, "Yes, that's right, I don't want Marie back... I only came to you because all of us are in danger..."

"What do you mean? We're not in any danger..." Marie lied to herself...

"SCORPIO, Marie...They're coming for us..."

In a sudden red rush of inspiration, Julie revised the last line of her fan fiction....
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B.A. continued in his usual churlish manner," Murdock! I've wasted my entire life pityin' fools..."

His features softened.

"...But all along the fool I should have been pityin'...was ME!"
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"This has a much truer ring to it," she nodded to herself.

(cue window breaking...KSSSHHHH!)


Join us tomorrow as Marie and Dorothy get all caught up and tomorrow will we finally discover the fate of old Orion? Do you even remember who all these characters are?