Summer reminds me of my friend Raymond and the snakes in his head. What are your serpents?
Random Thoughts of a Money Muse
“Serpents, snakes. They’re here with me.”
He resembled Precious except for the frantic flop-mop of black hair,shiny from oil; parted in the middle like demon Alfalfa. He had a mouth full of broken teeth, too. His parents never bothered to fix them. Maybe they did and gave up.
What a special human (I think) gift to Brooklyn.
His eyes bulged like snakes were pushing them, trying to pop them and escape from behind the sockets.
He loved to take big shits in a graveyard of broken glass and construction debris somewhere under the elevated subway line cordoned by shaky fencing in one of the gray-shaded lots between Coney Island and home.
Never failed. He’d beckon me over in a frenzy, pointing feverishly at a steaming pile of fresh Raymains as I called them.
I looked. Every time.
Oddly, I admired him; I never had the guts to crap in public…
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