I Remember - Blog Posts
by the way, I think the song on your cylinder (from the pinned post) might be by The Stratagems
I've known those fellas in the past! Not sure if they made the tune on the cylinder -- not sure why they wouldn't be singing together.
" 3 ..... 2 ...... 1 coming! Ready or not. !!?? I thought you were going to hide somewhere? "
😶 " .... OH ..... yeah 😬 I just....err sorry. Can you start again 😁 I'm ready. You'll never find me "
👿 " 10 ..... 9 ..... "
🥵😱 nnnnn NN NNN NNNN
" if you don't keep quiet I'll easily find you 🙄 "
💦
“I remember no place for me to hide
Before you came home at night.
And I remember you turnin’ out the lights
All I ever saw was the red in your eyes.
No big surprise.”
- Devendra Banhart
My shitty little black and white one-pagers!
Merry Whump of May - Day 3
(Mystery Men - 1999)
@themerrywhumpofmay
Roy ducked into the bathroom, flung on the cold tap and splashed water on his face. It stung. Lukewarm and stale. Blood dripped into the grimy porcelain sink. Roy drank from the faucet and spat out pink water. He caught sight of his reflection in the smudged mirror. The lightbulb above flickered and blinked. He touched his cheek and winced.
That would be a black eye tomorrow.
The lightbulb flickered out and the bathroom went dark.
“Ah, man.” Roy sighed, reached up, and unscrewed the dead bulb.
Bulb in hand, he pushed back out into the bar.
“Come on, Roy, chip in.” Eddie said as he counted cash out on the bar. Jeff was adding coins to the mix. The bartender was standing behind the bar, looming over them, arms crossed.
“What’s all this?” Roy slipped the dead bulb in his jacket pocket. He would tell the bartender about it in a minute.
Jeff looked back, nose crusted in blood. “We are paying the gentlemen for the damages done to his establishment in the scuffle.”
They happened to be walking by half an hour ago when they heard screaming coming from the bar. Turned out that five or so guys were robbing the place. Of course they had to step in. And it had gone the way it usually did. Badly.
But that’s what superheroes did. They tried.
“Damages?” Roy sidled up and stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket for his wallet. “What damages? We got the guys, didn’t we?”
“Well…” Eddie started and trailed off as the bartender strode around the bar.
“Broken window?” The bartender pointed to one of the large front windows, shattered glass lying all around on the floor.
Roy frowned. He was tired, and dizzy, and sat down on a barstool. “When did that even happen?”
“Two of them threw you through it, Roy.” Eddie supplied.
Roy nodded, then stopped, because his head hurt too much for that much movement. “Right, right.”
“Tables and chairs.” The bartender continued. HIs shouting was painfully loud.
A table or two leaned on broken legs and a few chairs lay in pieces.
Roy did remember falling into those. So did his back and ribs.
“And the upholstery!” The bartender pointed at one of the booths, the red leather pierced with several forks.
“That was him.” Roy pointed at Jeff. “He’s the fork guy.” “Thanks, Roy.” Jeff rolled his eyes and shoved his change across the bar. “Pay up already.”
Roy opened his sad, deflated wallet and pulled out his last few ones. “All I got.” And slapped it on the bar. “I’m going.”
And now he had no more money until payday. Great. Just great. He moved towards the door to the outside, limping a little. His knee was swollen and stiff.
The bartender blocked his path. “Uh-uh, oh no, look at this place. That isn’t nearly enough!”
Roy stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, one hand found the dead lightbulb. His fingers wrapped around it as the bartender continued to shout.
Roy nodded a little. “I understand. I can come back tomorrow and help clean-”
He was cut off. The bartender continued to point out every bit of damage, a finger jabbed into Roy’s sore shoulder.
Roy lowered his eyes. He grit his teeth. Breathe in. His head pounded. Breathe out. His heart raced. Felt the blood leave his face. He balled his hands into fists. Pushed past the guy.
Stumbled into the alleyway. Trying to breathe. Trying to stay standing.
Rouy staggered as far as he could go and leaned against the cool, brick wall.
Finally his ears stopped ringing. Someone was talking to him.
Roy looked up.
“Roy, you okay?”
Eddie and Jeff stood there, Eddie’s hand on his shoulder.
“We did break quite a lot of things, but he was quite unpleasant to you, Roy. Don’t let it get to you.” Jeff was trying to scratch away the blood from his nose.
Roy just focused on breathing.
“You’re not looking so hot.” Eddie sighed. “Are you hurt?”
“A bit.” Roy panted. “Maybe. Not really. No. I’m fine. I just- You know. Yelling. I’m fine. I think I’m gonna go-” He took his hands out of his jacket pockets.
“Jesus, Roy!” Eddie exclaimed. “Oh boy, do we need to get something on that. Jeff, you got any gauze left?”
“What’s wrong?” Roy blinked slowly.
Jeff did a double-take. “Oh my lord. I’m going to be-” He retched a little. “How did you do that?”
“What?” Roy was getting annoyed now.
“Your hand.” Eddie gripped his wrist. “Don’t touch anything.”
Roy looked down at his hand.
The lightbulb.
He had gripped it so hard that it burst. Exploding into his palm and fingers. His whole right hand was covered in blood and glass splinters. Funny. He couldn’t even feel it.
Blood pattered down onto the gravel of the alleyway. “Hospital.” Eddie ordered.
“Hospital.” Jeff gagged.
“Ah, man.” Roy fainted.
Who was writing all them songs? In your room.
