Zeitgeist Stories - 1
I slipped out. Running under the stars with my Kwanzaa drinking bottle and micro filtered Rubber Soul trainers. John Lennon wore them the day he was shot, or so my Grandmother told me , Hannukah 1989. The spots had returned – enough to warrant a face transplant and the running made me forget – pounding down the wet miserable streets of Worthing.
Suddenly a man appeared “watcha doing there boy ?” - was this a member of the Shoreham Crips ? I wondered
‘I am Tookie Williams, the ghost of no Christmas future and I am just the biggest loser !’
The nobel nominated executed reformed gang member then looked me straight in the eyes and sang
You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you.’
‘That’s by James Blunt’ I said
‘Yeah, I know’ and with that he vanished.I took a slug from my trusty Kwanzaa bottle and turned about face. Transplant yourself into my shoes, It’d been one Hannukah day. I crunched on some salt and vinegar crips. Tomorrow I would fly to John Lennon airport, Liverpool to start a new life as a dog threader and chaser (part time), but tonight – well, I just wasn’t sure who was the biggest loser. That was something I’d have to ponder deep and hard into the night.
Suddenly a man appeared “watcha doing there boy ?” - was this a member of the Shoreham Crips ? I wondered
‘I am Tookie Williams, the ghost of no Christmas future and I am just the biggest loser !’
The nobel nominated executed reformed gang member then looked me straight in the eyes and sang
You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you.’
‘That’s by James Blunt’ I said
‘Yeah, I know’ and with that he vanished.I took a slug from my trusty Kwanzaa bottle and turned about face. Transplant yourself into my shoes, It’d been one Hannukah day. I crunched on some salt and vinegar crips. Tomorrow I would fly to John Lennon airport, Liverpool to start a new life as a dog threader and chaser (part time), but tonight – well, I just wasn’t sure who was the biggest loser. That was something I’d have to ponder deep and hard into the night.



