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theater of the absurd

Main Characters: Hot Coffee Girl, Shasmecka-the-Flying-Dog.

Supporting Cast: Cujo,  Jean-the-Lawyer, Bar Patrons

Scene: Quiet Monday night in Tremont, about 9:15 p.m.

Curtain rises to HCG, sitting in her apartment. Goes to light a smoke. Realizes that she will need a fresh pack before the morning.  Grabs money out of her purse, and looks at the dog. Puts on harness, sweater, attaches leash. Scoops her up and they head out.

Sets dog down outside the door. Locks the door, puts keys in pocket. Proceeds to walk down street.

(Seconds later...)

Large dog charges out of Edison's Pub. Fangs, fur, barking. Cujo-looking motherfucker. At least to HCG.

HCG screams like a girl at the top of her lungs, yanks Shasmecka up by her leash. Dog flies in the air, fully 5 feet, twirls in the air for a second, swings back around (still airborne) and lands in HCG's arms. Meantime, said bar empties of patrons. Cujo continues to bark and leap at Shasmecka and HCG.

Jean-the-Lawyer steps in and calls, "Sally!" (fucking Cujo's name is SALLY?) "Sally! Get back here." Sally reluctantly relents. HCG shakily opens door, fumbling with keys, and escapes inside vestibule. Takes off dog's sweater and leash. Sits there trembling (HCG, not Shasmecka). When heartbeat calms to less dangerous rate, HCG can hear the crowd outside, still telling the story. Slowly gets up after inspecting the small dog, assesses no permanent damage, and sends her up the stairs.

HCG leaves apartment again, sees that the crowd of people are still milling, Cujoe in tow. Still shaking, but hesitant to be known as the crazy lady who twirls her dog while screaming at the top of her lungs, she joins the onlookers.  Decides a beer would be good, and joins the crowd inside. Quickly downs a Guinness, smokes two cigarettes in a row, and departs on her original mission.

Curtain falls as she walks down toward Professor Market. 

 

(Who says you need to wait for an Art Walk? Street theater happens 'round the clock in the 'Mont.) 

Posted on Jun 26, 2006 by Registered Commenterhcg | Comments6 Comments

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Reader Comments (6)

Aw, Sally is a sweetheart. She just likes to bark and jump. She lives about a block from me. I will admit, she scared me half to death the first time I ran past her house though. You know Jean-the-lawdog is the same person who runs Brandt Gallery, right? If not for her there would be no Tremont Artwalk.
Jun 27, 2006 at 07:21AM | Unregistered CommenterAdam Harvey
I found Jean to be quite cool, actually. We sat down and had a beer and a nice talk. I'm glad to find out that she's the one behind the AW. (Actually, I bit the line about not waiting for an Art Walk from her...which now makes sense.) And Sally...not so much Cujo after her potential meal went home. But it was funny as hell.
Jun 27, 2006 at 08:33AM | Unregistered Commenterhot coffee girl
Yeah.... but what about the ciggies? Did they make it safely home. OMG - I'm freaking out. WHAT ABOUT THE CIGGIES!
Jun 27, 2006 at 09:04AM | Unregistered Commenterjali
(The ciggies made it safely home, and were not twirled in the air at all.)
Jun 27, 2006 at 09:11AM | Unregistered Commenterhot coffee girl
ladies and gentleman, due to sudden relocation, the role of SnogAsh will be played by Hot Coffee Girl. Enjoy the show.
Jun 27, 2006 at 09:35AM | Unregistered Commenterpart-timebuddha
Great story! I'm glad your little doggie is okay :)
Jun 30, 2006 at 10:57PM | Unregistered Commenterstephanie

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