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(Page 2 of 2) In Container by Joe MolerThe thought send shivers down my spine...I bite my sandwich and try to forget about it...
Pretty eventful morning I think to myself...lets see what else can happen in my little garbage universe. I lean back, light up another smoke and wait..
Shusssh, suhsssshh...bags are moving on the other side of my little container...I instinctively pull my legs towards me, and jump to the corner...sitting there in fetal position...what could it be?...I collect myself and smile...a stray cat if I'm lucky...a rat if I'm not....helooo kitty....hellooo...or is it you Mr. Rat....
No, it's ME...Cathy from Chicago....
BANG, I hit my head against the container wall...who???? I say scratching my head...Cathy from where....?
"From Chicago...Chicago Illinois,...the windy city...."...what are you deaf...."what are you doing here?"....she asks
"Hmmm...well, it is my apartment...I guess I live here"..."yes I do, I live here" I answer...
Still a little surprised I sit back and think for a second...was my life so bad that I had to fall into garbage just to find what I was looking for...warm bed, something to eat and now a woman....
"Well Cathy from Chicago, Illinois, why don't you scoot over here..a bit closer"...
"Hmmmm...shouldn't a gentleman approach a lady..." she asks..
Huh, how bizarre, garbage can manners...I'm sure the cats don't follow those rules on a cold February morning like this, but the strangeness of the morning still had me under some sort of a hazy, magic spell so I played along....
"Oh, c'mon Cathy...it is much nicer on my end, I have a table, some food , paper and a few smokes..."...
I flick my lighter and illuminate the container...I see Cathy, crawling over the rolling plastic dunes, slipping, wobbling back and forth...as she gets closer and closer I see she's a chubby little thing, with a big round apple pie of a face and warm cheeks...I smile and she smiles back...
She pulls 3 cans of Budwiser from under her shirt and hands them to me, I always enjoyed beer after breakfast, especially if I had beer for breakfast too, but it tastes pretty good after a sandwich...plus the company is good...I open and give her a can as well...we drink, and smoke....and look at each other...no words are spoken...the dark room, dim light of my zippo, cold morning and slight alcohol induced euphoria had us thinking the same things....
Well my friends...what can I tell you...if you never made love in a garbage container, you never made love at all...the shaking, the banging, the acoustics...oh, the acoustics....that morning I was the king of the container ... and Cathy my queen...well, perhaps just a servant girl...I'm yet to make up my mind....
"What now", Cathy asked, pulling her skirt down and adjusting the many layers of clothing she had on....
"Now, now I take you out on town my lady" I said gallantly....
I pushed open the metal lid of my castle..."After you my lady...after you..."
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