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An intentionally arranged series of words.
“Borderline
Vagabond”
By Zachary Kyle Elmblad
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Chapter One – Consternation
“Pigfucker!”
It was the first word I had heard of
what was a long line of obscene and
incessant curses I could have sworn were
being directed at me.
But from whom? For what reason?
I couldn't quite tell if it was a dream,
or if it was really happening – no, not yet.
“You fucking bastard, wake up !”
I heard it again. Where was I? Who?
How did I get here? When? I got punched inthe shoulder – not hard, but with enough
force to wake me up for real this time.
With certainty this was, indeed, the waking
world. I shook my head and opened my eyes.
“It's Nine P.M.! We should be punching
whores in the mouth and drinking gallons of
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gin by now! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SLEEPING?!”
He was shouting now, jumping up and down
on the floor next to the couch. He was red-
faced and pointing at me with a violently
extended index finger.
“Fuck! What day is it?”
I stuttered when I said 'day.' I was
still waking up. How long had I slept?
When did I get here?
“Tuesday! Friday! Easter! Who gives a
fuck?! Let's get drunk and walk out on our
tab! We've got shit to do and bitches to
fuck and you just wanna park ass on the
couch!”
“Fuck it, you're right, man. Let's do this
thing. No time like the present.”
I peeled myself up off the couch and
palmed the coffee table for my glasses. I
was too lazy to wear contacts, and too poor
for LASIC. Complex organs, the eyes. I
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rubbed them because they felt like they
needed to be rubbed. It didn't really help.
“Get up and wash off your face like a big
boy, it's time to fuck cocaine and snort
hookers. Wait. Nevermind, fuck it. Let's
just go down to the skank shack and throw
dollar bills at titties!”
“Cocaine? ”
“Jokes, man. Why buy coke when you can buy
whores?! Fucking is much better than
getting your face rocked on an eight ball!”
“What?”
“Just get off the couch, asshole! JESUS
DOESN'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE! IT IS TIME TO GO!Get the fuck off the couch!”
“God, fuck man, you're insane. Paranoid.
Delusional. Twisted. You're a menace to
society! An overall bad seed, your mother
didn't slap you enough!”
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“I'm good people, that's why you're sleeping
on my couch, now get up and start drinking
you lazy, pathetic, no good piece of couch
potato dog vomit! Rise and shine, cock
sucker! You're the one that drove twelve
hours to come party with me! Early bird
gets the fucking worm!”
Hooper. The crazy bastard. He was
living in some strange neighborhood outside
Chapel Hill, North Carolina. It'd been
nearly a year since I'd seen him last, and
times spent with this loathsome experiment
of humanity were endless tirades of alcohol,
strippers, and drug buffets. He was the
kind of guy that'd come up behind you with a
machete, mumbling something about drug
cartels and guerrilla warfare, only to turn
at the snap of a finger and ask if youwanted to brew up some chamomile tea and eat
cake donuts.
He'd buy you shots at the bar just to
watch you get too drunk to keep up with him.
He'd give you a brownie and never tell you
it's dosed with pot butter and liquid acid.
He would rather just wait for you to figure
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it out yourself. Never accept food from a
stranger with a smile like his. It's a
knowing smile, an anticipatory smile, a
downright wicked and treacherous smile. A
smile you wouldn't forget for the rest of
your life.
We had lived together for a stretch,
sometime in the past, and had developed a
strange method of communication that mostly
involved limitless use of profanity and
offensively diminutive insults. It seemed
to work well for us. It was good to see my
friend again at long last.
“Fire up the bong, Hoop, and summon me eight
squirrels to castrate. I've got a tingle in
my shaft. I wanna skull fuck a hooker and
stick a piece of re-bar up your mother's
cunt. Break up a wall for me.”
“My mom's cunt is shielded with a wrought-
iron encasement. You'll never make it
alive. You're a failure. Break up your own
fucking wall. You couldn't even fuck a girl
in a brothel with a thousand dollars. You
can't even stay awake after Nine, how are
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you going to become a master alcoholic like
me?”
“I'd fuck a thousand hookers with ten bucks
and a razor blade rubber. I'd tell 'em to
do it and they would, because Jesus taught
me mind control when we vacationed in the
Czech Republic. I have to enter a trance
first, though. That's why I'm sleeping.
I'm secretly controlling you along with
everyone else in the world at the same time.
You've got no free will, motherfucker,
philosophize yourself out of that!”
“Mind control? Did you just tell my mind to
get the hell out of the house and proceed
directly to the nearest bar?”
“Hell yes, I did.”
“Well, damn, man. I guess I'll just have to
trust your judgment! It's good to see you
maintain moral integrity when utilizing mind
control.”
“Now you're thinking! I wondered if it'd be
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possible with that tiny fucking brain of
yours! You're finally beginning to
understand the greater purpose, man.”
“My greater purpose is to get drunk and fuck
hookers with my dick. We're leaving. I
hope you're ready for this.”
He was a crude person, but not out of
necessity or ignorance. He was a crude
person because he found it utterly
hysterical to offend people. He was sick
with the power of words. He'd call a guy a
pussy to his face and then give him a high
five and buy him a shot. He'd cut up pizza
with a hatchet at four in the morning. He'd
come to your house and eat all your food,
then show up a week later with a car full of
groceries and a backpack full of drugs andbooze.
He'd buy you a pack of cigarettes to pay
back the square he bummed off you a week
ago, but then he'd just smoke half the pack
anyway. He would read things out loud in
other languages that he didn't actually
speak. When this guy was around, everybody
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had a good time. He was one of those rare
people, the ones that are so memorable they
couldn't be properly explained. The guy
you're proud to call a friend, even if he
disgusts everyone else around you. That's
why I drive half way across the country to
see him. He's that cool.
“I found this new tit bar a couple of miles
away. Get in the truck, and let's go throw
money at chicks.”
“Finally, a good idea! I was wondering when
you'd be over the formalities; fully
prepared and ready to find the main nerve.”
“Oh, I'm ready.”
He grabbed his money clip and keys, Igrabbed my phone and my wallet. We each had
a glass of Dewar's and rolled up a fat joint
to burn on the ride out. There really was
no cocaine, that one was always just a
little too much for us – both in expense and
consequence. Better to play around the edge
than to go over it. It was all jokes,
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really. There were no hooker skull fucks
going down that night. We weren't as
audacious as we made ourselves out to be.
It's just a whole lot more fun to keep
people guessing.
The world can get boring sometimes, and
it's good to know that you can count on some
folks to make it a bit more appealing.
Throwing some shit in the pot an stirring it
up just to see what comes out at the end.
Things are far more interesting that way.
The real world needs a little fiction in it
every once in a while.
“Light this, fuck stain.”
“Give me a lighter, scrotum mouth.”
He passed me a lighter and I checked theside streets for cached cop cruisers before
I sparked up the joint. We passed it back
and forth and cut the offensive back and
forth for a real conversation.
“So, how's everything been going, dude?”
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He didn't yell anymore, it was his
normal speaking voice. He really did want
to know.
“Hell on Earth, man, twenty four hours a day
on this wretched rock in space.”
“Aw, come on, it can't be that bad. At
least you've got a house and a job and a car
and money to come drink with me in the dirty
South!”
“You're right, man, it isn't all that bad,
but I just wish I could get a better fuck
out of life every once in a while. All this
day to day drudgery and the bills and these
monotonous pseudo-relationships make me want
to eat paint chips. I think I'm getting
soft. Old, even.”
“Soft as a limp dick! What are you going to
do? Cry?! We'll get ya all cheered up,
man. Don't worry. I'm glad you made it
out, and we're certainly gonna have a good
time. No sense sitting around wishing you
were dead. Get off of it.”
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“Yeah, you're right, man. I know. I'm just
over-emphasizing the negative. There's hot
chicks to look at, beer in my fridge, music
on the speakers, and good times on the
calendar. I just wish the fun never
stopped.”
“Fun wouldn't be fun anymore if you didn't
have some bad shit go down between the good
times. You know this, you dumb fuck. Stop
getting down on yourself. We're nearly
there.”
He pulled a half-full bottle of Jose
Cuervo from underneath his truck seat. He
twisted off the cap, put it to his lips, and
suckled a mouthful before handing it over to
me.
“I've been saving this for a special
occasion. I don't usually share my road
liquor, you're a special guest.”
“I'm honored,” I said, as I took a warm gulp
of the tequila for myself. It burns a
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little bit more when it's been in a hot car
for who knows how long, but the effect is
still the same and I love it.
I reached into the cargo pocket of my
shorts for my pack of smokes, flipped the
flap open, and grabbed one with my lips. I
fished a lighter out of the other pocket and
sparked it up.
“I thought you were quitting, man. Those
little fucking bastards are gonna kill you
some day.”
“Keeping that fifth of Cuervo under your
seat isn't a very good idea, either, you
know. And besides – quitting is for
quitters, isn't that right?”
“Every good thing comes to an end, man.Quitting isn't quitting, it's looking out
for yourself. It takes a careful balance of
poisoning yourself and then taking the
punishment.”
“Words to live by, those,” I said.
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I couldn't help but reach for the bottle
of tequila again as I sucked down the last
of my cigarette before flicking it out of
the window and narrowly missing a less-than-
thrilled pedestrian. We pulled into the
strip club parking lot, which was mostly
empty.
The security in these places can
borderline on the excessive, and twenty
bucks a head was way too much for a cover
charge. We ponied it up, and figured we'd
better get our money's worth.
After photocopies of our driver's
licenses were taken, we were led through a
large black door. As it opened, the scent
of sweat, cheap perfume, and despair filled
my nose. The surroundings were all too
familiar. Mirrors on the walls, disco balls
sending shattered reflections all over theroom, imitation velvet chairs with low arms,
U.V. Responsive carpet, and a long Formica
bar-top with a leather-skinned woman behind
it who had graduated from the stage to the
manager.
We made haste for the bar, looking the
woman in the eyes as we approached. We're
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no hooligans, and you're no fool. Let's
remember that, and keep face.
“What can I get you, boys?”
Before I can open my mouth, Hooper is
already summoning a plethora of libations.
“Two Irish Car bombs, two shots of Jager,
two Newcastles, and some peanuts if you've
got them. I tip well, lady.”
“Right away, honey.” She said in a
Marlboro-tinged southern accent.
“You're going balls deep on the first
thrust, aren't you, Hoop?”
“Ain't no other way. A toast! Say afucking toast and let's be on with it.”
My favorite toast, I didn't write. I
stole it from Neil Gaiman.
“To absent friends,
lost loves, old gods,
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and the season of mist-
that we may each and
every one of us
give the devil his due.”
“Hail fucking Satan!” Hooper screamed before
he pounded his Irish car bomb and brought it
down with a hollow smack against the bar.
“To the new Millenium Jagermeister Christ!”
I screamed back at him while I tipped back
the Jager and poured it on down the hatch.
We laughed for a bit as the bartender stared
at us with a shocked stare and widened eyes.
“Starting a tab?” She said.
“Fuck yeah, we're starting a tab- we're only
getting started! We had to pay twenty bucksto get in to this place!”
She took his credit card, and we
gingerly sipped the Newcastle. We had to
hold off on shots for a while, or else we'd
be dragged off by the shirt collars. There
were some very large, and very scary men
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guarding every door.
It wouldn't have been the first time we
were dragged from a bar, either. We had a
tendency to offend. Although it was funny to
us, it was rarely funny to anyone else-
especially those on the receiving end of our
attempts at stretching the limits of
decency.
“Coming up next, the sexy Sandra struts her
stuff on the stage. Meanwhile, two girls
for twenty! Pick your two favorite babes
and retreat to your own private dance in our
V.I.P. Lounge!” The D.J.'s stereotypical
voice cut over the opening synth lines of
“Poker Face” by Lady Gaga.
Sexy Sandra wasn't so sexy. She was the
fat chick they kept around for fetish'ssake. There's always the construction
worker in the back that comes up to stick
dollars in her fat rolls. Bluffing with her
muffin, indeed.
She prowled around the stage like she
was looking for a bowl of ice cream, and
grabbed the bar in the middle, untying her
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top for the big reveal.
She unleashed her flopping sacks of
flesh as the construction worker yelped and
spilled another of many beer stains to come
on his plain white T-shirt. He ran up to
the stage with a dollar bill in his hand and
his legs shook as he slipped it underneath a
breast she lifted for him. He sauntered
back to his table with a sheepish grin.
Sooner or later, she had his arm in hers as
she led him to the V.I.P. Room for a twenty
minute dance with the other fatty, Shaniqua.
The guy might never forget that night. Me,
I only wished I could.
“Christ! Get off the stage and on to a
treadmill!” Hooper wasn't one to sugar coat
things.
She ignored him, and carried on with her
performance. I'd bet she was in her mid
twenties, probably been dancing about three
or four years. She had a product to sell, a
specific demographic, and a willing
clientèle. Hooper's caterwauling surely
wouldn't affect her income or success.
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Strippers don't strip because they're
made to do it. Strippers strip because they
make money stripping. There's all kinds of
women, and they're generally equally
represented at a strip club. There's
Asians, Blacks, Latinos, Whites, Fatties,
Anorexics, Tattooed, dread-locked, shaved,
and unshaved. So many women, so little
time. What a shame. Everybody's got their
penchant, and strip clubs aim to please.
Hooper would find a girl he liked if he
waited long enough.
The next was “Foxy Roxy” as the D.J.
called her. The brunette-bombshell type.
Character aged thirty five, girl aged twenty
three. Bet your bottom dollar. She wore a
collared and starched white shirt tied off
in the front, and thick-framed glasses. She
looked mean, vicious even. Hooper wastransfixed. He fished a dollar out of his
pocket and walked slowly up to the stage.
She dropped down to her knees, and
opened the front pocket on her white shirt.
Hoop folded the bill in half, and stuck it
in her pocket. She wiggled her tits in his
face, and he walked back with a smile.
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“Much better,” he said, with a red faced
grin over his bottle of Newcastle.