RICHIE - CHAPTER SIX (Twitter Novel / Keitai Shosetsu)

so i look up ah pook online
and it takes me awhile but i
find it and ive kind of got
richie on something

so i go down to his room in
the dorm and i knock and go
in and its totally messy in
there with heaps of clothes

and piles of books all over
the place and he doesnt have
a computer not even one of
those ancient word
processors

theres just this typing thing
on his desk with the paper
right in it and its huge and
shiny and black like my
grandmas sewing machine

and the sheets and
pillowcases on the bed where
hes lying are black too which
weirds me out because all i
can think of

is that sheets like those would
totally show beat off stains
but i guess maybe richie isnt
the type to beat off even
though hed be

the first one i ever met richie
leans up on his elbow and
puts his book down goes
–hey- and hes not super
psyched to see me

but he doesnt seem irritated
either so i walk over and go
–hey i looked up ah pook-
and he says –oh really what
did you find-

but before i can answer i see
what hes got decorating the
wall over his bed and its all
pictures and articles

from magazines and tabloids
and what looks like crime
scene photos and its all about
the salinas high school
shooting

and im like -what the fuck is
all this- and he looks up and
goes -oh that- like its totally
normal

and im like -uh yeah- and
he goes -why do you ask-
kind of thoughtfully and i go
–it just seems really
depressing to me-

he looks back over to me and
goes -really do you think so
because i dont i find it really
interesting and kind of

-exciting- and im like -you
find pointless murder
exciting- and he waves his
hand dismissively

-not the murder part so much
that was just kind of an
unfortunate by-product- and
i snort -oh really-

but he just goes on like i
didnt say anything -but
pointless thats just not true
not pointless everything they
did was planned

-and i mean everything i
think they even planned out
when they were gonna shoot
each other and where-

im getting pretty grossed out
-you think they planned it so
theyd end up in the cafeteria
that doesnt make any sense-

-no no i meant where on
their bodies- and richie
makes a gun with his hand
and points it grinning at his
face

and im like -oh- and he goes
-so they couldnt have open
caskets at their funerals-
and im like -oh- again

he sits all the way up on the
bed -youre one to get all
weird about it dee dee you
were like one step away
yrself-

i wince -yeah man but i
dont think it was cool or
anything like that it was just
something i did

-i can actually barely
remember anything about
that day- and richie shrugs
-fair enough-

then he goes on -but what i
was saying before was that
nothing about it was pointless
like no one notices the
importance of the date-

and im like -the date- and he
goes -yeah december first
twelve-oh-one- and he looks
at me all expectantly and i
have no idea why

he sighs -its a time 12:01
one minute after midnight its
a new day- he sits back
smiling -yesterdays gone

-too late to change the past-
and he looks satisfied but i
think about it for a minute
and go -but 12:01 couldnt
that be

- one minute after noon too-
and he processes what i said
and goes -what the fuck
would that symbolize-

and i think for a second and
smile -lunch- and richie
stares at me unblinking for
like a minute then looks away
then back to me

-okay you get a pass on that
one because thats actually
really funny- he shakes his
head chuckles -it
symbolizes lunch you
asshole

- so anyway what did you
find out about ah pook- and i
remember i want to catch him
off guard so i have to say it
exactly

-you spelled it wrong but
other than that the stuff you
told me was all pretty much
right-

and he goes -what do you
mean i spelled it wrong- and
im like -its ah P-U-C-H- and
hes all –no its not

-in the burroughs book he
spells it P-O-O-K its an
accepted variation- and i
smile -yeah i know about
the burroughs book

-but thats like a character if
you were gonna do it for real
you should have spelled it
like the mayans did- and hes
a little pissed

-what the fuck do you know
about the mayans- and im
like -enough to know that if
im gonna write some shit on
the wall

-im gonna spell it right- and
he just sighs and drops back
onto the bed -whatever dee
dee if it werent for the
goddamn interwebs

-you wouldnt know anything-
and im starting to feel like i
pushed too hard and lost my
advantage somehow

but then i see it on the far
side of the bed behind him
and i totally forget all that –is
that do you have a teddy
bear-

he sits back up grins picks
up the bear -sure- then after
a second -i dont like to sleep
alone dee dee- then drops
back down and rolls over

with his book -see yrself out-
and he totally waves me off
and as im leaving im thinking
that even though i basically
made him admit

to me that he did the graffiti
he somehow told me less
about him than i ended up
telling him about me

//again//

GUN CRAZY (Part Eighteen)

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- my bright and shining aimless generation-

fear not for your lack of aim

the others the others your fathers and mothers

all went off way too quick

a flash in the pan before the pander

the bark was loud but the bite wasn't vicious

the fire was bright and fine

but when the smoke cleared

the mark was missed

but still They insist

a one-shot stopped a war

one day they'll know what aim is

one day they'll see you were biding your time

waiting for the motorcade to pull into view

one day your aim will be dead on

and you will let fly, my brothers and sisters

let fly

fly

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GUN CRAZY (Part Seventeen)

Marvellous Keene, where are you tonight? Me and my girlfriend saw it on the AP wire, all lurid and red-lit: the picturesquely named Mr. Keene and his friends, all aged 18-23, went on a two-state killing spree, all stolen cars and bullets, until apprehended by the authorities - 'once they got the bloodlust, they couldn't stop' sez the arresting officer - who were these monsters that a charged officer of the law would murmur such slander against innocent-til-proven-guilty post-teens? Why now isn't Marvellous Keene's name spoken in the same reverential tones as Charles Starkweather or Bonnie and Clyde? Picture It, Now: Marvellous and his equally marvelous friends, television-damaged and numb, finding their only way back to sensation, their only path to a nerve ending jump start through the sure-fire avenues of blood and speed? Sad, now: doomed to crackle out in the failed electric charge of an unaccepted AP transmission - Where is the cult? Where are the glossy black and white posters? Where is the doomed adolescent finger-printy fanzine detailing their parole dates? And where, where is Marvellous Keene tonight?


this is what we mean when we talk about guns -
- this is what I signify when I use the word crazy

GUN CRAZY (Part Sixteen)

Let's kill our downstairs neighbors and take all their cool stuff

we could do it you know that we could


we've been listening to that stereo
for thirteen goddamn nights now
that subwoofer is going through the roof


so take my hand
and don't speak and don't breathe
and let's get it on for real and true this time
(it's just time
before everything we want is in our hands)