The bus had entered the purgatorial district of Williamsville, where all manner of litter from all walks of the city migrated and gathered in the alcoves and window wells, reminding him of the lice that crowded the warm veins behind his ears as a kid, and in the absence of trees and grass there were light standards and asphalt laid prostrate before the tyranny of brown brick, the ubiquitous brown brick, the maddening brown brick that covered everything including the walls of the duplex that hid the ugliest moments of his addiction from the outside world, and these very walls had the gall to rush up on him like old friends with bulging eyes and paper cups, asking for one last favour, before receding from view, back into the past, where they were temporarily forgotten. He had been clean for nine years, yet it felt like yesterday when he was holed up in a basement room with nothing but sink drain centipedes to keep him company in the weeks and months that dragged out between the brief visitations of emaciated prostitutes.


2 thoughts on “Lice

  1. Hi A.,

    You know, I’m assuming these posts are all part of the rewrite of the bus books, I hope I’m right, because this sort of insight is a big improvement in my mind. Like I say, if you can make the bus pages dip and dive like some of your recent posts, you are on to something. Quinn really should be a totally dark character in my mind. Yes, with flashbacks to happier times, but like many fucked up people, that is only the way-back story and no longer germane to the present action. Those positive snippets are usually there to create sympathy, irony, and paradox for the main character and that is a good thing. Even Hitler liked dogs. How does that fit into the horror of the Nazis? Not at all, but it is, nonetheless, true and I have read no biographies of Hitler where they didn’t mention it. How fucked up are we as a species? No real limits. Thanks. Duke P.S. I’m also digging the long sentences. Perhaps that is your emerging style. Nice. As one of the BT people used to say, “It is nice when an author has something to say.”

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