"22
Filmore"
jeff
was working the express lane at the safe
way
on market street when these
gunshots
rang out seems these kids for
some
reason ganged up on this electric
muni
bus and started beating the windows with
sticks
junior high school boys bashing the plexiglass
sending
shivers of spider web type patterns
all
over the people watched the european soccer
finals
less than one block away and nobody looked
over
this is today which is sunday and the little little kids
had
just
cracked
open the fire hydrant across from the accosted
bus
but
these were different kids
little
kids
cooling
themselves from the uncommonly
hot
san francisco weather.
yesterday
we attended the
lesbian
parade.
we
saw rollerskating lesbians
lesbians
on stilts
lots
of topless lesbians
some
lesbians with absolute no clothes on
old
lesbians lesbians in wheelchairs
most
of the lesbians seemed fairly uncomfortable
hell
i was fairly uncomfortable because i was stoned
and
was trying to figure out exactly what was it that i was doing
at
the lesbian parade.
the
kids beating up the bus kept calling the bus driver out
yo
motha fucka get the fuck out and get yo ass slapped
sometimes
its
like
the good lord just wrings as much youth as he can possibly
force
and shoves it into some kids
as
well as some adults
narciso
was driving the bus
a
handsome father of three and amazingly well groomed
and
not just as compared to other bus drivers
but
narciso
knew how to clean up.
gel
in the hair, moustashe trimmed daily
nose
hairs
plucked
eyebrows
plucked
and
if you could see through his driving gloves youd see
some
of the most well manacured set of nails that youd
ever
wanna see.
narciso
took his gloves off on this hot sunday in june.
i
hope you know i love you.
and
reached into his coleman cooler
and
retrieved
his
three fifty seven magnum
unlocked
the safety
and
said
narciso
you understand
was
from spain but if you ever said to him oh hey narciso
i
hear youre spanish
he'd
say true yes true but i am basque
deatils
motherfucka details
narciso
was into details like nobodies business.
sure
the lesbians were in town but so were the gays too
and
people for some reason were known to jump to
immediate
conclusions with narciso because of his
good
looks, impecable grooming habits
and
sharp attention to details of all sorts
if
you said narcisco i'll see you at the burrito hut at seven
narciscos
brut aftershave smelling ass was at the burrito hut
like
at 6:58
no
problem
no
worries
there
he is
the
man of the hour.
but
if you were late.
look
out there brothaman.
antonio,
seven is not 7:04
seven
is not 7:15
seven
is seven
narciso
pointed that gun straight
at
the lead kid who was calling him out
the
kid was wearing a san fransico forty-niners
tshirt
and long shorts that looked to be falling off
if
narciso wanted to he could have shot that bullet
right
between his eyes
narciso
loved to shoot guns and loved the challenge of
absolute
marksmanship.
loved
it.
jeff
was working the express lane when he heard
narciso
put a three inch hole
in
the four inch wide stick
that
lead kid
was
holding
one
half inch above the kids
hand
motha
fuck that
narciso
said
and
pulled away
slowly
from
the curb.