Okay, so IGGY is starting to give everybody
Major Skee-Voh-Zah
With a CAPITAL "V"
Lee has finished her IGGY KNISH OFFERING, and so sated,
She now wants him GONE.
Hmmm…not so easy,
Lee-sy…
I'm layin' on my blanket, eyes closed, soaking in those
overcast OZONE BEAMS,
Just minding my own B. I. Bidness
When I hear Lee's demure voice, slightly irate: "I'd
really like to take a little nap, if you don't mind."
Followed by Iggy's seductive (ß????)
drawl: "Go right ahead, Sweetie. I
don't mind."
I turn my head, squinting over to take in the following
scene: IGGY, totally encroaching on
Lee's tiny blanket situation, leaning over her, leering obnoxiously.
Lee seems on the verge of vomiting, but she's always been
THE POLITE ONE of we two.
And I always get to be THE BITCH.
Me: "Well, Iggy - maybe SHE minds that you're staring
like a rude weirdo and salivating all over her.
Ever think of THAT?"
Iggy shoots me a look, as if to say: Hey, bitch - M.Y.O.B.
I just bought her a KNISH, you dig?
But Lee is giggling at what I just said, so The Ig-Meister
doesn't say a word in response. But he
also doesn't move or cease with the encroachment routine.
So Lee gets up to walk down to the water. IGGY follows.
I stay put, just me and the Ozone, occasionally squinting to
observe as they interact at the water's edge.
God knows what they're talking about. But…it does seem awkward.
He really is a sad-sack of a fella.
I make a mental note to try to be a more
tolerant person.
It's a note I make often
Maybe one day it will
Stick.
Davie plops down next to me, grinning.
He's so funny. I love
Davie.
He hands me a Miller Nip.
It's frosty.
Davie nods toward the water: "How goes it with The
Lovers?"
"Love is complicated, my friend." We clink nips and drink deep:
"Verrrrrrry complicated."
Davie laughs: "And how."
Couple hours later, Iggy drives us all back to Forest Park.
And none of us ever saw IGGY again.
But that was some weed
And some car stereo,
Man.
