Dead Man Walking to Memphis
Oct. 30th, 2003 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skydarkRemember that newboy I did for Halloween? Well he's back. His first real piece.
I was runnin’ ‘round in the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly. The cops hadn’t showed up yet and I was hollerin’ to the unwashed masses.
“I’m goin’ to Memphis ta see the King!”
I’m infringing on the Jesus freak’s territory. He’s giving me the hairy eyeball and imploring some lady struggling along with three kids ta find salvation. So jus for shits and giggles I run over to him and throw my arm over his shoulder friendly like and I press my cheek right up against his and I say, “How’s it goin’ Cuz? Doin’ the lord’s work must be thirsty business, why don’t you an I go hang out in the bar and drink to our eternal salvation?”
He feeble like tries to fend me off with a pamphlet. He says ta me, “If you’re really worried ‘bout your eternal soul, brother, then you need to open your heart and eyes to the word o’ God!” Well that just sets me off; I let him go an snatch the pamphlet. “The word o’ God?” I scream, jus for effect. “The word o’ God!” I scream at some guy tryin’ to hurry by us. I make a production of opening up the pamphlet and waving it around in the air for a minute. Then I make a good show of reading it.
“Proverbs 8!” I yell, “Verses 33 to 36!” I screech at the lil’ ol’ man push’ the shoppin’ cart… “Now then, my sons, listen to me! Blessed are those who keep my ways!
Listen to my instruction and be wise! Do not ignore it! Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway! For whoever finds me finds life and receives favor from the LORD! But whoever fails to find me harms himself; all who hate me love death!” I grin at the Jesus freak and he’s all boggle-eyed. I think I’d make a damn fine preacher man. ‘Cept I’m all dead and damned and stuff I guess.
But now I hear the siren’s of Chattanooga’s finest. So I kiss the Jesus freak just to hear him whimper and I run ‘round back o’ the shoppin’ center and climb the pallet I used to get outta the dumpster to get back init. See that’s where I started out mah day. Las’ night I wuz hangin’ out back here with the drunks and one of ‘em had a can o’ cherry soda. So I wanted it, not ‘cause I needed it or nuthin’ jus’ ‘cause I dinnit want him ta have it. So we get in this big ol’ fight over it an he knifes me right good ‘tween the ribs. So I flop over and play dead figurin’ he’ll freak out on me and drop the soda an run but no, lousy sunuvabitch and his buddy chuck me in the flippin’ dumpster after rifilin’ my pockets. And since I’m already commited to playin’ dead, what the hell?
Yeah so I’m layin’ here in the dumpster with all the rags they tossed in from last week. This mornin’ I got to lookin’ at ‘em and decided that since I had this dead gig goin’ on I should be hangin’ with the best. I noted ‘bout 15 Elvis sightin’s and figgered that’s where the action wuz. If ya gotta be dead you should get to hang out with all the other dead people. Maybe the King has a handle on this thing I ain’t thought of yet. I hear voices discussing where I musta run off ta and hope they don’t come lookin’ in here ‘cause I already been ta the county hospital once this month and they’d be bound ta recognize me if I went back there again. Now since I’ve done gone and got notoriety ‘round here now I better move out fer a while. Memphis is only 343 miles aways.
How the hell am I gonna get there?
To refresh your memory of my dear Revenant, the first snippet he appeared in can be found here.
I was runnin’ ‘round in the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly. The cops hadn’t showed up yet and I was hollerin’ to the unwashed masses.
“I’m goin’ to Memphis ta see the King!”
I’m infringing on the Jesus freak’s territory. He’s giving me the hairy eyeball and imploring some lady struggling along with three kids ta find salvation. So jus for shits and giggles I run over to him and throw my arm over his shoulder friendly like and I press my cheek right up against his and I say, “How’s it goin’ Cuz? Doin’ the lord’s work must be thirsty business, why don’t you an I go hang out in the bar and drink to our eternal salvation?”
He feeble like tries to fend me off with a pamphlet. He says ta me, “If you’re really worried ‘bout your eternal soul, brother, then you need to open your heart and eyes to the word o’ God!” Well that just sets me off; I let him go an snatch the pamphlet. “The word o’ God?” I scream, jus for effect. “The word o’ God!” I scream at some guy tryin’ to hurry by us. I make a production of opening up the pamphlet and waving it around in the air for a minute. Then I make a good show of reading it.
“Proverbs 8!” I yell, “Verses 33 to 36!” I screech at the lil’ ol’ man push’ the shoppin’ cart… “Now then, my sons, listen to me! Blessed are those who keep my ways!
Listen to my instruction and be wise! Do not ignore it! Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway! For whoever finds me finds life and receives favor from the LORD! But whoever fails to find me harms himself; all who hate me love death!” I grin at the Jesus freak and he’s all boggle-eyed. I think I’d make a damn fine preacher man. ‘Cept I’m all dead and damned and stuff I guess.
But now I hear the siren’s of Chattanooga’s finest. So I kiss the Jesus freak just to hear him whimper and I run ‘round back o’ the shoppin’ center and climb the pallet I used to get outta the dumpster to get back init. See that’s where I started out mah day. Las’ night I wuz hangin’ out back here with the drunks and one of ‘em had a can o’ cherry soda. So I wanted it, not ‘cause I needed it or nuthin’ jus’ ‘cause I dinnit want him ta have it. So we get in this big ol’ fight over it an he knifes me right good ‘tween the ribs. So I flop over and play dead figurin’ he’ll freak out on me and drop the soda an run but no, lousy sunuvabitch and his buddy chuck me in the flippin’ dumpster after rifilin’ my pockets. And since I’m already commited to playin’ dead, what the hell?
Yeah so I’m layin’ here in the dumpster with all the rags they tossed in from last week. This mornin’ I got to lookin’ at ‘em and decided that since I had this dead gig goin’ on I should be hangin’ with the best. I noted ‘bout 15 Elvis sightin’s and figgered that’s where the action wuz. If ya gotta be dead you should get to hang out with all the other dead people. Maybe the King has a handle on this thing I ain’t thought of yet. I hear voices discussing where I musta run off ta and hope they don’t come lookin’ in here ‘cause I already been ta the county hospital once this month and they’d be bound ta recognize me if I went back there again. Now since I’ve done gone and got notoriety ‘round here now I better move out fer a while. Memphis is only 343 miles aways.
How the hell am I gonna get there?
To refresh your memory of my dear Revenant, the first snippet he appeared in can be found here.
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Date: 2003-10-30 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-30 05:17 pm (UTC)I appreciate the comment! :)
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Date: 2003-10-30 05:25 pm (UTC)He's a riot, I love it. Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2003-10-30 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-30 06:35 pm (UTC)lol. well no wonder you're so good at at.
not that being from north carolina is much better...
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Date: 2003-10-30 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-30 06:22 pm (UTC)I appreciate your comments always Mercury :)
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Date: 2003-10-30 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-30 07:35 pm (UTC)Or it will be. Someday. *plots quietly*
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Date: 2003-10-30 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-30 07:47 pm (UTC)Casper: jus some of us moren others *eg*