Vincent showed up wearing a yellow sombrero, like Pesty, that lovable little scamp in Bazooka Joe comics. I had no grounds to mention it. I was wearing an eyepatch to accentuate my glitter. I should have snapped a photo.
“Don’t let the brim bother you,” Vincent said as his brim bumped my forehead. It was a long, long lunch. Happiness loves company.
The other day, I was talking to Punk Barbie when this guy in a wheelchair showed up.
I am telling you, this was like a scene out of Forrest Gump. The guy in a wheelchair had bilateral BKAs. BKA is the medical abbreviation for Below the Knee Amputation. Ask your doctor. Just blurt it out, “Doc, I think I need a BKA.”
I always do that when I get a new doctor. Hilarity ensues. Sometimes, the doctor laughs so hard he gets an epistaxis.
Back to the guy in the wheelchair, his legs were removed about six inches below both knees. He was bare-stumped. Whoever the surgeon was, he did nice work.
The guy in the wheelchair was scruffy and boisterous, putting too much effort in making up for his lack of legs. You cannot blame a legless guy for feeling like less of man than when he had legs. That is the reason he reminded everyone of Lt. Dan, the legless, wheelchair-bound man in the Oscar-nominated film, Forrest Gump. He was so boisterous, and over the top, and clenching a cheroot. That, and the prostitutes on either side.
This story is taking an interesting turn.
It was the night when the accordion player and the violinist did an impromptu set. If you have the instruments, why not play them?
People danced. Not me. Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
I would like to introduce a new character to our narrative. I am going to dub her 10cc. I’m not in love. No, no. It is because…
Details to follow.