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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Biographical Tid Bit #2 - Installment 7

The talker looked at me like I had an answer for why is squirrely friend had split. Reflexively I shrugged my shoulders. He got up and went to find his buddy.

I was alone and now had the biggest buffer in the station...like everyone in the room had positioned themselves to be as far away from me as possible. It was just as well. I hadn't showered in two days.

I was just starting to notice a burning sensation on my rump and a slight scrambling sting across the exposed skin of my face neck and hands...when the talker reappeared on the bench.

"Look he says he'll come back if you'll tell him to his face you're not a cop."

Well thank heaven for that. The thought that I'd never see him again was just worrin'th'ell outta me.

"Will you do it?"

I shifted my weight on the metal bench to one cheek..."Sure, why not."

He dissapeared again and with a whince I shifted my weight again. My butt was goin' numb and the stinging sensation across my skin was becoming a steady burn. I had to face it...it was cold, cold-cold. As I began to consider the consequences of this...

"Ok...tell 'eem your not a cop."

Beevis and Butthead were back.

"I am not a cop."

The talker looked at his buddy expecting to see relief I reckon, but he wasn't convinced. He looked down shaking his head and mumbling...then bolted again.

"Sorry. It just freaked him out when you asked what we were doing in Ireland...that and the hair."

The same short cropped hair that had an old bar maid in Cork fantasizing about me being her son-in-law had sent a young tweeker in Holyhead over the edge into full-blown paranoia...and I couldn't take credit for any of it. The Army made me do it.

He got up and followed his buddy out again...stopping to wave with a shrug at the door. I was heartbroken it couldn't work out too.

With that my last distraction for the night was gone. In fact it seemed as if everybody had gotten up and gone...picked up and taken to some place warm for the night. I had the biggest buffer in Wales now...I was where I was gonna be for the night and it was just me and the cold.

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