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Outside of the saloon/grill Bugs stands singing You Are My Sunshine as he plays it on the keyboard and punctuates each line with a strange sample of a rooster crowing, car wreck, machine gun or science fiction phase shift.
A blue collar type pays no attention to the performance yet drops a dollar in the lunchbox anyway before he walks off.
Jumpcut> More night life lovers pass. Bugs dance spasms as wildly as playing the noisebox will allow. The tune sounds chaotic and random. The performer
hits a wild sound effect without pattern. The drumbeat maintains whatever order can be imposed on top of the hijinx.
"Asphalt Sunday rock noodle hold choke turtle meat break sack
pencil point world shine hat brim tripod night freeze shadow feel
do it do it do it do it do it
let's not do it and say we did baby baby
snack cake baby!"
Again, some dismiss Bugs' show as foolish insanity. But a few seem intrigued by his intensity and commitment. It's like they're trying to figure out if he's crazy or just pretending to be. They drop dollars and cents in the lunchbox every once in awhile.
When he finishes the song Bugs takes most of the money from the lunchbox and puts it in his pocket. Then he starts another multilayered disjointed serenade.
A couple of Street Punks watch him from a doorway down the block across the street as a couple of passersby drop cash in the box.
Jumpcut> Bugs finishes the last song. He closes the cash in the lunchbox, takes his synth/sampler and goes a block. The street punks wait till he won't notice them and then follow.
Bugs goes into an alley. He finds a doorstep to sit on and takes off his shoe. Then he puts all the cash and change into his sock.
The 2 street punks go into the alley, see him and approach.
Bugs look up, holding the sock full of cash. Two scary hoods look down at him.
"Give us the money," one of them orders.
Bugs looks at them a minute. "You want it?"
"Yeah," the other says as Bugs stands, synth/sampler and lunchbox in one hand, money sock in the other.
"You got it." Bugs swings the sock like a blackjack.
The 2 lean back and the arc misses them. But this gives Bugs a moment to scat. The muggers chase instantly. Bugs turns a corner into an opened hallway door. The 2 follow. When they rush around the corner Bugs sits right at the edge of it with his leg stuck out a couple of inches off of the floor. They trip over his shin and spill with fast forward momentum.
As Bugs takes off quick, he calls out, "So long suckers!"
On the street downtown traffic has diminished noticably. A man and woman stroll, his arms around her shoulder. She carries 1/2 a dozen long stem roses. Bugs walks towards them on the same side of the street, paying them no mind. As he passes them the roses catch his eye. He stops and they go on. Bugs seems vexed.
"Roses, Rose," he whispers.
He shakes his head and walks on, as if he's given up trying to remember something that he's forgotten.
Fido follows Bugs, who carries his implements, down the avenue. Streetlights and neon signs light up the sidewalk.
"Did you remember?" Fido asks.
"Remember what?"
"Not what, who."
"Almost. I remembered a word, or a name. Rose. But I already knew that. Rose, like the tattoo." Bugs veers towards an all night convenience store.
"But you didn't remember her?"
"Noop. Nuh uh."
They go inside.
The man and dog go to a refrigerated case and Bugs makes to open it.
"Hey, I want one too. I'm hungry."
Bugs scrutinizes Fido for a bit before deciding to get 2 microwave burritos.
"Mild or spicy?" Bugs asks.
"Spicy."
Bugs takes over to the microwave and starts to heat them.
"Well maybe it's not so strange that you forgot her, like the song says," Fido figures.
"What song?"
"I can't remember the name of it."
The bell rings, Fido grabs the burritos and takes them to the cashier to pay for them.
The strange duo come out of the convenience store and stop in front on the cement walkway.
"I guess the past doesn't really matter that much compared to the present and the future," the dog expounds.
Bugs takes Fido's burrito and flings it across the parking lot, away from the street. "Fetch boy!"
Fido runs and fetches. Bugs runs away. Fido returns and sees that his partner has taken off.
"What a fucking creep," the dog curses.
In the very early morning Bugs sleeps, laying on his back, under the freeway overpass.
Wires and electric pads stick attached to both of Bug's temples. A switch flips. Sudden bolts of electricity shock him into a quick violent spasm.
Bugs wakes abruptly. He sits up and looks around. Bugs stands, gets his things and walks off to another day in Big Rock.
In the grocery store wash room Bugs does a whore bath at the sink and mirror. He looks down at the reflection of the 'Rose' tattoo spelled backwards, up close. When he widens his view he sees a woman, maybe a year or two older than him, in the mirror. She seems nonchalant, or hard hearted, with a medium sized rose tattooed on her neck, the thorny stems of which, snake up her torso. Hair adorns her armpits. She smokes a cigarette and seems not to look at him.
Bugs blinks and shakes his head. She's gone. He looks at himself again. A large scrawl spells 'LOVE' on the mirror in lipstick.
"Remember her now?" Fido says from behind him.
Bugs ignores him. He puts a leg up on the sink to stretch himself up to get a better angle to see the floor on the other side of the mirror, as if she's hiding somewhere down there. He can't find her.
"Rat piss," he says.
Bugs tries hard to scrub the tattoo in question off of his bicep.
"Even a retard like you should know that you can't wash a tattoo off," the dog snickers.
Bugs dries off, ignoring his unshakable cohort, puts his shirt back on, takes his stuff and goes. Fido follows.
Bugs comes out of the supermarket. He stops on the walk facing the parking lot and looks at the morning sky. He unwraps 3 pieces of chewing gum from a fresh pack, throws the wrappers in the trash and pops it in his mouth. After a few chomps Bugs moves on.
In the evening the unmedicated psychotic performer stands in front of a bistro down the street from his previous spot. He does his thing again.
"Battery pack trigger action reverse tadpole whippersnap supercharge tingle shroud in can smack dab."
He relaxes more this time. Now and again someone drops change or a dollar in the lunchbox.
Later the street punks watch from across the street. Bugs watches them watching. He stops, packs up the synth sampler, and closes the lunchbox full of money. Bugs takes off. The hoods tail him from a short distance.
Bugs enters a drugstore right before closing time. Both of his assailants stand at the door outside waiting. Bugs makes a purchase and comes back out of the store.
He smiles at the 2, who meanmug back at him. People still walk about.
"Goodnight fellas," Bugs tells them as he takes off.
They go too.
Bugs carries the lunchbox and syth/sampler with the same arm. He turns into an alley and the fellas do as well. Bugs accelerates into a sprint and so do the punks. The lunatic opens a bag of marbles and drops them behind himself and keeps on running. The hoods lose control of their legs and trip over themselves. And so Bugs escapes out the other side of the alley.
Bugs enters another alley and finds a brick doorway. Here he takes most of his money out of his lunchbox and takes his shoe and sock off. He hides it like he usually does and puts his shoe back on. After sticking a little cash in his pocket he exits the alley.
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