Sunday, November 25, 2012

California Crazy


Is it really so hard just to do the dishes?” Amanda posits with heavy annoyance in her voice.
I don't need to. I have other stuff I need to do. Have Kaylee do it or something.” Kyle flippantly responds, uninterested in taking a turn washing the dirty dishes of the seven people, most of whom are temporary guests, including Kyle.
You are going to get your ass off that couch and you are going to wash those goddamn dishes because you have not helped yet, and everybody else has” Amanda clearly not in the mood for anyone obstinate. Kyle finally gets up, and Will thinks he hears him mutter something under his breath, though it was very unintelligible. Shoes, Will notices, he is still wearing his shoes. The whole gang of the six of them had been in the apartment for hours. In fact, Will doesn't think Kyle has been outside at all today. Will muses that there must be something wrong with Kyle if he never takes his shoes off. For heaven’s sake, it's summer in southern California. How could you have your shoes on all of the time? And certainly his shoes didn't help his appearance either. Those grimy Chuck Taylor's didn't make him look good. They're not even the worn out, slightly dirty Chuck's, which would look great. Giving him an air of a person who has done things or perhaps adventured, but instead just makes him look like he exclusively lives just to get wasted and go to raves. Getting his shoes grimy in the filth that covers sketchy bars and impromptu rave sites. Which happens to be what he does. Will wonders if he might even have slept in them. His grimy hair also matches his grimy shoes. Even though he washes his hair, it always looks dirty. Will, Amanda, and Rachael knew he washed his hair because it eventually clogged the bathtub and the sink. Fucking Kyle.
“Come on, man, we all got to do our part to keep the apartment clean. Everybody has to do something. Half this apartment is my sister's. She has work to do. And she has a right to relax in her own home.” implored Will.
This was originally Rachael's apartment, but her brother and his wife, Will and Amanda respectively, just made the Great Trek West, leaving the past behind and racing the sun for new adventures, and moved into Rachael's apartment as her previous roommate left. Just two weeks earlier was Rachael and her roommate's graduation from CalArts. The apartment housed eight people, yet they all got along perfectly, slept, ate, and bathed all without any conflict, for about a week. Two weeks later proves to be just the opposite.
Rachael didn't mind letting Will and Amanda's friends stay. They had vouched for two of them, J and Magnolia, and the other two they were unsure of. Eventually she did mind, but at the point of overstaying their welcome. It had begun well enough.
Will and Amanda drove West with their Prius packed to the brim. They arrived on a Friday, a beautiful day, about 80 degrees and sunny as always. It was exactly everything they hoped for. Newhall, CA, located just North of LA, is a surprisingly quiet place. The city happens to have an art school (which by its nature is quite liberal), and the neighborhoods happen to be conservative. There are two bars in the city. One bar is across from campus. It has polka Fridays. Another, a British pub, serves great food and drink, but is rather small, not to mention it's located in a strip mall. Just to give an example of this conservative model. However, anything you want is twenty minutes away in LA. Twenty minutes in theory. One hour twenty minutes in all likelihood. Getting anywhere in LA one must add an hour to the driving time.
Will and Amanda had just moved their things in, and unpacked, and settled down. And they were a glorious three days. All three of them decided to start a vigorous exercise routine, planned delicious meal for the week, shopped for food, and decorated the apartment. Three days after arriving, anticipating a great day, Will gets a phone call which casts a shadow. His friend, and the best man at his wedding, J calls and tells him sorry, we can't make it down that far. J, Magnolia, Kaylee and the man later referred to as 'Fucking Kyle' were all on a road trip across the country all summer, seeking the elusive American Adventure. They were supposed to drive to LA to visit before heading back east. Sorry, but we just don't have the time. We lost a couple of days in Northern Cali. Kyle says blah, blah, blah, and so forth. What struck Will and Amanda dumb is that their path will take them a mere two hours away from Newhall. A four-to-five hour sidetrack didn't seem that bad, but then again, who were they to say, thought Will and Amanda. It left them peeved nevertheless.
The day was again fantastic. They visited the pool at the college campus, continued to catch up with Rachael, and generally were content.
Pretty early the next day, Will gets another call from J. This time, however, it was to a much different tune. The short bus broke. It needs a new engine. We made it to Baker, but we got a tow back to Barstow. I hate to ask such a big favor of you, but can you pick us up?
“Amanda says you're three hours away, according to Google. I can pick you up. How long do you need to stay?” Will is incredulous with the irony of the situation.
“The mechanic says it should only be two or three days.”
“That shouldn't be a problem. I thought you guys would scrap the bus if it broke down.I mean, it's got a ton of miles, right?
“Yeah, about two-hundred thousand. If it was up to me I would scrap it.”
“You're not paying for it at least.”
J hesitated, “I'm helping.”
“That's pretty stupid, but whatever. I'll see you guys in a couple hours.” and with that Will hung up. He gathered the things he would need for the trip. Water bottle, ipod, snack, and such. While gathering these items, he, Amanda and Rachael talked about how Murphy's law struck again. It serves them right for not bothering to stop and see us. Who knows how long until we would see them again? Well it won't be long now. And with that Will was on his way and a couple hours later arrived.
The haggard crew got stranded in what looks like one step above a ghost town in the middle of the desert. It is hot. The car's A/C is readily accepted. Apparently the bus doesn't have A/C. J, in all his glory, is dressed in jean shorts with ragged, stringy edges and a dirty t-shirt, a slight red but well faded, with holes in assorted places. Magnolia is wearing a skirt, loose and billowy, one of the only truly comfortable items of clothing among the group which is well suited for the weather. Kyle is wearing jean shorts and those grimy shoes. His shirt is stained. Kaylee is wearing tight black cotton shorts and a tank top. All are thankful and make their thanks known, except for Kyle, who gives a halfhearted thanks. Yet, all is jovial still. Will and J haven't seen each other in a long time, and they have much to talk about.
Finally, Kyle stood up. “Fine, all do the stupid dishes. I would gladly cook, but no one lets me.”
You've never asked.”
Kyle walks into the kitchen, flanked by Amanda and Will who are determined to make him do his part. Low and behold, Kaylee is at the sink working away at the dishes from the meal she helped to prep.
Will chimes in, “Kaylee, you can stop, it's Kyle's turn to do the dishes.”
I don't mind,” she replies, helpful as ever.
We do,” asserts Amanda, “Everybody has to pull their weight.”
Kaylee sets the sponge down and the room is pervaded with the air tension, palpable in the seething hate Kyle exudes towards Will and Amanda, his hosts. Kyle tries to control the room, but his powers only work on his group. Will and Amanda exude an equal amount of demanding respect and equality. The kitchen brews a stew that not even dish soap will be able to wash off. Kyle trades places with Kaylee anyway.
Will and Amanda step back into the living room, still unsatisfied by their win. Will beckons J to come with him for a walk. They need to discuss Kyle.
How come you're with this guy?”
We started partying together, going to raves, and listening to a lot of the same music. We hung out more and more. He’s pretty cool.”
He’s pretty scummy.”
Whatever. None of us really get to shower much.”
You guys got to shower when you got here. He’s still nasty. You know he asked us if we wanted to road trip with you guys?”
No kidding? Back last fall?”
Yeah. Said it would cost three grand a pop. We didn’t have six grand for a road trip. Not that we would want to travel with him.”
Yeah, it’s pricey. But it’s worth it. We’ve seen some great places. We saw a rainbow with the moonlight over Yosemite Falls. I didn’t even know that could happen. But I saw it.”
No doubt a road trip is worth it. There are amazing places out there. I certainly wish I had seen those falls. How well do you guys eat?”
Pretty badly. All we have is on the bus. We can’t cook very easily, or refrigerate food. I’ve lost some weight. Sometimes we just eat raw ramen. Munch on the noodles, ya know?”
That’s pretty awful. You know, rice and beans are dirt cheap. So are potatoes, and eggs. You guys could eat better for the same cost.”
Kyle says we need to save money. We need to get across the country. Gas ain’t cheap.”
Sounds like his pretty controlling.” Amanda walks up to us. We’re just standing around in the backyard under the shade of a large tree. Silently, she joins them.
J responds, “Very. The bus is Kaylee’s, but he’s the only allowed to drive it.”
Amanda asks, “You mean the whole way?”
The whole way.”
Damn,” say both Will and Amanda. “That’s a long way,” adds Will.
How do you guys pay for gas and food?” inquires Amanda.
I had some trouble with my bank, so I put my money in Kyle’s account. He said that would be the best idea. The easiest for everyone.”
Will and Amanda couldn’t believe what they heard. “So you at least have access?”
Anytime I need money we can go get some out.”
I don’t think you’ll ever see that money again.”
Nah, it’s cool. I’m keeping track.”
Amanda chimes in, “You know, Kyle is not a good guy. You remember Ashley? He treated her like dirt. He made her wear this ring. It like marked her as his. Well anytime she didn’t wear it, he wouldn’t even talk to her.”
That’s messed up,” J said, shocked.
There’s more. At the school dances, he would make her give him head behind the coat rack. He’s a bad guy.”
Oh.”
*****
Kyle sat on the couch on the left side of the room, closest to the kitchen, using Kaylee's laptop. Kaylee appears from the kitchen and sits down next to him. Will and Amanda sit on the other couch which is flush with the wall perpendicular to the other one. Will is reading, while Amanda is checking Facebook.
Give me the computer, please,” implores Kaylee of Kyle, in a gentle tone, “I need to find a place to get an engine.”
No, I'm using Facebook.”
She takes the computer, “This is more important.”
Kyle wants none of it, though, and tries taking it back, in addition to punching her in the arm.
She passionately responds, “Give me my computer. I fucking hate you!” Stands up, storms out of the front door, and slams it. Kyle laughs.
Why are you laughing?” Amanda asks, “It’s not funny.”
It's none of your business.”
It is our goddamn business. This is our house.”
That's not okay.” Will supports Amanda. They want answers.
Kyle blows them off. “Fuck off.” and he walks out of the front door.
*****
In theory, going to sell stuff at Venice Beach sounds like a great idea. It isn't. It sounds good because there are a lot of people there already selling stuff, but once you're trying to, it becomes exceedingly difficult. The gang of six found this out. J asked where the best place to panhandle might be. He figured if he was going to be around for a few days he might as well try to earn a couple bucks begging. Sure, why not? There are two places, Rachael, Will, and Amanda agreed; Santa Monica pier and Venice beach. Santa Monica pier is a little more upscale, and already has plenty of beggars. A woman with a sign claiming she lost her house and is trying to feed three kids. A man in a sports coat and khaki pants climbing out of the sewer, somehow clean. Or there's Venice Beach; a fascinating microcosm of vendors, shops, hobos, skateboards, musclemen, foods, medicinal weed stores, and randomly shaped concrete objects. Have to go to the bathroom? There's sure to be a line. It is less upscale than Santa Monica. A place of the people, thought Will. It was decided to go there first.
Going to Venice Beach is a bad idea unless it's first thing in the morning. The gang of six left around one. Trying to drive up to anywhere close to the beach took them at least half an hour. They sat in the car, knowing that the beach is less than a mile away, waiting for traffic, only to pay twenty bucks for parking. Will paid. Amanda and Will were expecting to make that back. It ended up a failed business investment, so to speak. At least they didn't have to walk far. On Venice Beach there is no divide between extremes. Other places might try to hide the homeless, the dirt and grime, or the less desirable aspects society sweeps under the rug. Venice Beach co-inhabits with it all. There is the ocean and the physical beach, which is quite nice and the right kind of sand, about hundred to two-hundred feet wide. A little too far to walk across barefoot. But then there's the 'beach,' the culture that lives there. Lots of grass, a nice wide swath, with a pathway winding through it for bicycles, rollerblades, etc, those concrete structures that are unique to Venice Beach, Skate park, outdoor gym, basketball courts, and bathrooms. And then lining that is the sidewalk. This is where the most action happens. The entire length is lined with vendors. They thought they could find a spot to sit and sell the crafts they made the night before, but they couldn't.
Amanda taught them how to make necklaces out of plastic grocery bags. All except Fucking Kyle worked on making an assortment of necklaces and bracelets with little cheap beads on them. They all turned out quite nice and very unique. They spent a portion of the previous night and that morning making them. They ended up with a dozen necklaces and eight bracelets. They were proud of their work.
They arrived at the beach and were an utterly disorganized mess. Will ended up carrying all of the necklaces, which had been attached to cardboard, as well as the signs they made to try to get some extra sympathy money. J looked to Will for advice on where to go. Will voiced his opinion. We won't get a spot on the main drag. Let's just set up in the park. It's just as high volume. But Kyle objected, and his vote ruled majority. Incredulous, Will followed as Kyle confidently and blindly led them into the throng of pedestrians to wander for ten minutes, until Will again asserted himself. There, he said, and this time they followed. It was a smaller trail connecting the sidewalk to the walkway that wound through the park. They could at least recuperate. The ladies pulled out signs so they could beg. Will pulled out the necklaces, but was left to fend for himself. Everyone dispersed. Will sat on the grass with the necklaces, imploring passers by to look. Most glanced, but didn't break their stride. The girls had found a spot on a bench, and some twenty minutes after leaving Will, they got ahold of him and he walks over to them. There are vendors to both sides of the bench. The bench is crowded, and Will is forced to stand slightly to one side.
“Hey, stop blocking my table! I been here all day,” the man selling Bob Marley paraphernalia was growing angry, “what makes you think you can just come out here and cut in front of my business. You got no right. I'll mess you up.” Will grew anxious. His friends shrugged. There wasn't room. “I been here all day. I came at six in the morning, and you think you can just walk up anytime and block my sales?” Will has stopped holding up the jewlery. Now he just wants to avoid this guy. Finally a space opens up on the bench. He sits, but doesn't raise his cardboard again. The girls continue to beg. “You think you're entitled? Get the fuck outta here.” But the man just goes back to singing along with Bob Marley, “Don't worry, about a thing, 'cause every little thing is gunna be alright.” The girls started to become wary too. Once J and Kyle returned, they all decided to leave.
In the end, Magnolia made twenty bucks. It ended up in Kyle's hands. Will and Amanda were mad that he didn't give it to them for parking. A failed attempt.
*****
You need to leave,” in a deadly serious tone Will asserts his authority, “the three of you are welcome to stay, but you need to leave, Kyle. You disrespect me, my wife, my sister, and our home. You disrespect my guests. You need to be out of here before we go to bed.” It's already dark outside, nearly ten, leaving a short amount of time for him to figure out his plans, but his hosts have had enough. He acts like he's in middle school is Rachael's assessment. Everybody is present except for Amanda, who is in her room because she doesn't want to explode in anger against Kyle, for her own sanity, not for his sake.
Will's statement catches everybody by surprise. Except for Amanda, since she and Will decided Kyle had overstayed his welcome. J and Magnolia sat across the room on the couch, stunned into silence, and watching to see how this develops. Their demeanor relaxed, but their muscles were tensed. Kyle immediately took to the defensive. His body clenched, poised as if for attack, and his face creased in incredulity and anger. He stood close to the middle of the room, Kaylee stood near the front door, back and to the right of Kyle. Will stood across from Kaylee, near the doorway into the hall.
“I’ve been nothing but gracious. I shouldn’t have to leave,” Kyle began the volleys with a light toss back, holding back on the offensive.
“You absolutely have not,” volleying back without hesitation. He knew a slew of Kyle’s offenses, “Amanda drove you into LA to go rent a truck to pick up an engine. She drove you twenty minutes, only for you to get there and the rental associate ask for insurance, and what did you do? Demanded of her to drive you back so you could get it. Not an apology, or a thanks. That was nearly an hour and a half of driving, and you treated her as a personal chauffer. You’ve eaten two weeks of high quality groceries without a thanks.”
Still determined not to be bested, he replied, “I just show my thanks in other, more subtle ways.”
“That is utter bullshit,” not caring to take the highroad, the politically correct, or the route of Kyle’s manipulation, he fought hard and strong from the beginning, letting Kyle know that he would not be swayed, nor would fall for his rhetorical trickery, “You may have said thank you once, but in all other things you have been mean, ungrateful, and obstinate. I had to force you to help in the responsibilities of housework, even when these three have been more than helpful, I drove you around town, tried to help you earn money, housed you, fed you, and what have I gotten in return? You’ve disrespected me. You’ve disrespected my wife. Disrespected my sister. Disrespected my house guests. It doesn’t matter they are your travel buddies, because they are under my roof, and I protect my guests. You have been combative with everyone here. And you have not cleaned up after yourself.”
Knowing that at this point there is no turning back, that he has lost, he began getting offensive, “Fine, I’ll leave. I’ve slept on the streets before.”
“Good, so you won’t mind doing it again,” Will jabbed back, unsympathetically. Knowing he sought to manipulate him into sympathy and saying he can stay, if only for the night. Will saw through his intentions.
“You know what, you and Amanda get to stay here and get jobs. We have to go home.” Kyle, again, reaching to pluck a string of sympathy, landed far off the mark.
“Yeah, we just to live in the real world while you live in your parent’s basement,” Will crushed Kyle’s aims of any sympathy through rhetorical means.
Truly becoming combative, knowing he inevitably had to leave, “You’re just selfish and demanding. No one gives a shit about you.”
Seeking to call Kyle out on his true nature and with good intent for Kaylee, brashly retorted, “You know what? You are abusive and manipulative. You’ve manipulated J out of his money. You have to control every situation, and you put others beneath you. I wasn’t going to say it, but I don’t know if anyone else will. Even your relationship with Kaylee is abusive. Your sexist, bigot bullshit is not welcome here.”
Now Kaylee gets aggressive, “You’re in the abusive relationship. Amanda has you whipped.”
Kyle adds, “You don’t know anything about me. You don’t know anything about our relationship,” hearing then that J had betrayed Will and Amanda’s trust by repeating their conversation to Kyle, he went on to say, “Went happened with Ashley happened a long time ago. You don’t even know what that was about. You don’t know me.”
“If your girlfriend yells ‘I hate you,’ runs out, and slams the door, there is a problem. Her opinion has also defaulted to your own. I probably shouldn’t have said anything. But I don’t care. I don’t take it back. I’m done though. You can leave. Everyone else is welcome to stay.”
Of course they all left.
They found a friend of a friend who could drive them back to Barstow in the morning. That night they slept in the woods adjacent to the campus a few miles from the apartment. As luck would have, the bus broke down two days later in the middle of Utah. The god-forsaken part; nothing but sand and rocks there. J and Magnolia finally had enough and took a greyhound home. Kyle and Kaylee stayed. J never got his money back.
The day after they left, Will stands at the sink, doing the dishes. Washing the dishes. Such a simple thing. Just another day. Just another way to wash off the dirt of the previous day. Kyle wouldn’t wash the dishes, but Will gladly does. He accepts the consequences of the soap. 

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Leaf


I
Green and pretty
sun shining through
II
Wind blowing
Leaves swirling and spinning
III
Autumn comes
and kills the leaves
dead and brown
and falling from the trees
Some unlucky soul
ends up having to pick up the leaves
IV
In a forest
lay blankets of leaves
Natural bed and canopy
V
I hate the leaves, its
smell of nature
unlike civilized concrete
VI
floating on the wind
a ship on a journey
unlike the ship, its
destination is unknown
VII
crinkle, crinkle
in my fingers
and to my amusement
crinkle beneath my feet
VIII
The forest is a
passage into
mystery and adventure
but the Key
is hidden beneath
a leaf
IX
Beneath a leaf
on top a leaf
in between
a leaf

X
And on the stream
it is floating by
over fish and rocks
under sun and moon
it is off to find…
XI
In this desert
I wish to find
any real sign of life,
a leaf
XII
a leaf
alive or dead
is still just a leaf
XIII
Through a window
I see it blown
many tumble and stumble
while a few cling onto
the tree, their life
and until the last does stumble
I will never fall

Thoughts


the space in my head is filled
what I need is a thought
that will blow my mind.
Expand its reaches and
I’ll be satisfied.
There will be more space
And my mind can rest

Such a thought has come;
Such a thought has blown my mind;
Now there is just more space
that is filled to the brim
With thoughts spinning through
a million miles a second

Circular Motion


Now I’m sweatin’ bullets
a machine gun without aim
shootin’ at trees
shootin’ at walls
with the enemy army behind
in a city so unclean
dirt in the subway
rats in the street
a street with holes
so deep you drive through canyons
lined with trees and red rock
out in the desert
which is flat and expectedly barren
but really has abundant growth
of rainforests
with striped tigers running through
running, leaping, dodging trees
maneuvering as fast as jet planes
as fast as bullets
that they seem to sweat

Sonnet of 'Self-Truth'


My mental state is always doing fine.
My emotional state is always well.
My life remains untainted by the brine;
salted waters never come from the swell.
There is nothing wrong, so far as I’ve told.
The life you will ever see is all a
meticulous creation; a well built
construction to sell you my well-being.
One tale; twill be our only communion.
Yet, a lie to all who hear, myself too.
Lying to thyself remains the purest,
untainted method to tell an untruth.
To reality I’ll never be bound.
If I ignore my problems, all is sound!

Limerick #1


There once was a guy named Dan
who didn’t know how to plan
He didn’t equate
to be done on the date
And flunked as a scholarly man

Right Now


Right now, in Paris, a women in a red polka-dot dress walks down a cobblestone street.
 In Iran, a man sits in a chair, focused on his book. 
In Tibet, a monk spoons out a portion of rice into a bowl. 
In St. Petersburg, a child dreams of wild, magical, mystical friends running through the park.
In Somalia, a child wonders where to find water. 
In South Africa, a woman enjoys a cold glass of water. 
Right now, none of them think of each other.