Monday, February 2, 2009

Getting Rid of the Garbage


. . . needs to clean up a bit.” A slim, dark figure stepped forth, wrapped in a long black coat. “And I think I’ll start by taking out the trash”, he said, withdrawing a curious looking knife from his sleeve. The blade was short, curved back on itself; the handgrip ebony, inlaid with ivory skulls. The metal seemed to glow with a cool blue malevolent shine.

Weasel’s eyes maxed out in panic-stricken fear. “Whoa, wait a minute, Juno, I was just foolin’ around. I didn’t mean to, I mean,” his words suddenly cut off as the knife, arcing through the space between them, ended it’s trajectory in the stubbly flesh of his throat. He staggered backwards from the impact, colliding with the table and then folded together into a writhing bloody heap. Max and Dundee were on their feet, chairs over-ended, stunned and backing off. Weasel tried to speak but merely gulped up mouthfuls of blood, his carotid artery severed and windpipe sliced open.

“Leave him be,” Juno said, moving menacingly towards them. “He’s already done his fair share of talking. In fact I’d say he topped his limit. I was just having a chat with Mr. Bossman. Tells me he caught this little piece of shit jawing it up with a Djemba over in Cantones. The little greaseball was too stupid to find a proper meeting place. Cantones; can you fuckin’ believe it? He probably wanted a pizza. Why not take out an ad in a newspaper, while you’re at it?
Anyhow - if it wasn’t for Weasel’s flappin’ lips we’d all be dining on Birdie stew right now instead of mucking about in this piece-of-crap garage.” He walked over and looked contemptuously down at Weasel, who, with a convulsive choking rattle, finally lay still. “Well, looks like those lips won’t be spilling any more secrets,” he said, nudging the body with his foot. He reached down and withdrew his knife, wiping it clean on Weasel’s jacket sleeve. “See, like they say, crime don’t pay. Not when it’s against me, it don’t,” he said, finishing off with a nasty excuse for a laugh. “Anybody got a problem with this?” he asked, still waving the knife about.

Max and Dundee looked at each other and then back at Juno. They both demonstratively shook their heads in unison, like two cartoon characters.

“Hell, nobody likes a sell-out, Juno.” Max said. “I got no problems with him. He was a just a creep anyway. But what’re we gonna do now? If he told a Djemba, like you’re sayin’, that Bird probably knows everything by now. She could be half way to the Portal, for all we know.”

Dundee came forward, not wanting to be left out. Left out meant keeping company with Weasel. “Yeah, for all we know she might even be through the goddamned Portal by now. Then that’s us, over and out. Shit, if that’s the case, we might as well join him,” he said, motioning towards the body.

“Cool your fuckin’ jets, the both of you," Juno said. "The Djemba’s not telling her nothing. Not yet. He can’t, see. If he does . . .

5 comments:

Amy said...

Welcome to Blockhead Radio! Thanks for the comments!!! :)

Kate Lord Brown said...

Love the illustration Son.

Anonymous said...

Heh. Juno indeed.

And you had to know you sent me all over Weblandia looking for references to "Djemba." There's a [non-US-style] footballer named Djemba Djemba (homage to stammering), and there's an African drum, but I suspect this will turn out to be one of those mythological references which turn up almost nowhere else but in a BL story line. :)

Concur with Kate, great illustration. (And I notice it's even NAMED after Birdie!)

Kate Lord Brown said...

Named after Birdie - an *original* Son? BL is blessed. So sorry out of the loop. So glad to see BL going on. You're all wonderful - write on.

Unknown said...

Heh-heh, that’s funny about Djemba. I just made it up, fumbling around with letters, trying to find something mythical sounding. Or at least I think I made it up. Who knows what weird associations sneak themselves into our subconscious minds?

About the painting - I have to admit that it’s at least ten years old. I just named it ‘Birdie’ so I could find it in my Burning Lines folder on my pc!