06/10/2020

out of Lee’s right eye and wrote on the wall in iridescent ooze :” The Sailor is the City buying up TIME.” I am waiting in front of drugstore for it to open at nine o’ clock. Two Arab boys rolls cans of garbage up to a high wood door in a whitewasted wall.Dust in front of the door streaked with urine.One of the boys bent over,rolling the heavy cans, pants tightover his lean young ass. He looks at me with the neutral, calm glance of an animal. I wake with a shock like the boy is real and I have missed a meet I have with him his afternoon. “We expect additional equalizations,” says the Inspector in an interview with Your Reporter.”Otherwise will occur,” the inspector lifts one leg in a typical Nordic gesture,”the bends is it not? But perhaps we can provide the suitable chamber of decompression.”The inspector opens his fly and begins looking for crabs,applying ointment from a little clay pot. Clearly the interview is at an end. “You’re not going?” he exclaims.”Well ,as one judge said to the other ,’Be just and if you can’t be just be arbitrary’.Regret cannot observe customary obscenities.” He holds up in his right hand covered with a foul-smelling yellow ointment.One’s Reporter rushes forward and clasps the soiled hand in both of his.”It’s been a pleasure,Inspector, an unspeakable pleasure ,”He says peeing off his gloves,rolling them into a ball and tossing them into the wastebasket.”Expense account,” He smiles.