"A Long Walk To Colorado (And Even Further Home)" Part II
Feb 13, 2016 0:45:10 GMT -5
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Post by Kaz on Feb 13, 2016 0:45:10 GMT -5
The Week Of Fifteen...
The music continued playing, but nobody came to the door. Probably another mind game from Cairo. Kaz pondered on their time together, and he couldn't think of a time when Bobby had ever been completely honest with him. The depth of his character was pretty shallow and the truths he told him had a shelf life. Kaz pressed his gloved finger to the bell once more, but a voice on the other side rang out, urging him to quit.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" A shapely voice echoed, "A Jew can never get any rest in this dirty, lawless pot farm!"
Kaz heard the sound of multiple locks unlatching on the other side of the gilded mahagony door before the doorknob turned and the air suction almost dragged him head first into the floor. He plowed right into the breasts of one of the most obese men he had ever layed eyes on...and the feeling was oddly comforting.
"Hey Pop!" Kaz greeted the man known as Buddy Roman with a respectful term of endearment.
"K-Kaz?" Buddy Roman replied while pulling out a pair of spectacles to make damn sure his eyes weren't decieving him, "Is that really you?!"
Kaz put his left hand on Buddy Roman's shoulder, causing him to suck his tongue in between his teeth, fall to the floor, and wrap his arms around Kaz's waist.
"MY BOY! MY SON HAS COME HO-HO-HOOOOOOOME!!!" Buddy wailed at the top of his lungs, causing some paintings nearby to fall off the wall.
Buddy, suddenly realizing how vulnerable he had made himself, jumped to his feet with the vigor of a nine year old and dusted himself off. He coughed into his fist and then squared his eyes on Kaz, who looked at him with a dumbfounded face.
"Sorry", Buddy said, "About that. Moment of weakness. Won't happen again."
Kaz put his hand on Buddy's shulder again.
"Don't worry about it", Kaz replied, "I'm happy to see you too, surprisingly. It's been too long pop."
"Too long indeed, my son", Buddy affirmed, "What brings you out to these dusty parts child?"
Kaz, remembering why he was there, dropped a hint of confusion on Buddy.
"I'm here to talk to Bobby", Kaz answered, "He around?"
Buddy began to rush around the foyer, picking up the paintings and straightening everything out. Sweat stains start to peak under his three piece suit he wore so indignantly.
"Uh, no", Buddy said rushedly, "He stepped out, you know?"
"Stepped out where?" Kaz asked.
"You know", Buddy replied, "Out. You know when a hermit crab leaves his shell?"
"Is he coming back?", Kaz asked, "It's kind of important. You know Bobby hasn't been right, lately."
This caused Buddy to stop on his heels and skid to a halt. He turned slowly towards Kaz with a grim look upon his face, a gentle gleam in his Jew eye.
"Oh, Kaz", Buddy said while floating toward him, "Oh, poor, young, misguided Kaz...You always had a soft spot when it came to Cai-Roman, my eldest, didn't you? Oh, soft as the breeze Ka..."
"Ok, I get it!" Kaz shouted, "Cut it with the schmantics and get to the point already."
"I was doing my thing right there ans you...nevermind...water under the bridge. Sea lyfe and all that..." Buddy started to patter again, "I'll just say this...this is Bobby. What you knew? What he showed you? That was him 'not right'. Bobby has always been this conniving, this backstabbing, this virtually self destructive."
Kaz started to pace around the room, mulling over Buddy's words in his head like a slow cooking jumbilaya. Could he be right? Kaz refused to balee dat. Buddy didn't quite know Bobby like Kaz did...or maybe Kaz didn't know Bobby quite like Buddy did? It was hard to seperate fiction from reality, these days. Kaz stopped as Buddy cleared his throat and continued.
"Power messes with the mind of a man, Kaz", Buddy informed, "Twists and mangles it until the person no longer resembles who they once were. When I first heard of Bobby Cairo, he was sitting at a penny wash recording his first promo on a Nintendo....and now look at him. This golden mansion? The statues enshrined to him? It's demented. No self respecting Jew would ever advertise his riches like this, lest the more deadlier Jew move on him and take what he has. You know what the power feels like? Well, he's filled to the brim with it. It almost consumed you before you made your first S-Mart decision and turned the hell away."
"I know what you're talking about..." Kaz replied.
And he did. He knew all too well what Buddy was describing. It's what caused Kaz to stay planted on his little trip through time. Three and a half years in solitude running away from that feeling of dread. Of being consumed. Of having nothing that made you who you were left. He felt that pang of sympathy for his friend...and guilt that he turned his back on him in the first place.
"I have to get going", Kaz said through gritted teeth, "If he's not coming back here, I have to keep looking."
"Of course, my son", Buddy said as he wrapped his girthy arms around Kaz's strapping shoulders, "If I find what you're looking for...let me be the first to say I'm sorry. It won't bring you peace."
The sinister words hung in the air for a moment and then blew away on a chilly wind as Kaz opened the door and left.
The music continued playing, but nobody came to the door. Probably another mind game from Cairo. Kaz pondered on their time together, and he couldn't think of a time when Bobby had ever been completely honest with him. The depth of his character was pretty shallow and the truths he told him had a shelf life. Kaz pressed his gloved finger to the bell once more, but a voice on the other side rang out, urging him to quit.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" A shapely voice echoed, "A Jew can never get any rest in this dirty, lawless pot farm!"
Kaz heard the sound of multiple locks unlatching on the other side of the gilded mahagony door before the doorknob turned and the air suction almost dragged him head first into the floor. He plowed right into the breasts of one of the most obese men he had ever layed eyes on...and the feeling was oddly comforting.
"Hey Pop!" Kaz greeted the man known as Buddy Roman with a respectful term of endearment.
"K-Kaz?" Buddy Roman replied while pulling out a pair of spectacles to make damn sure his eyes weren't decieving him, "Is that really you?!"
Kaz put his left hand on Buddy Roman's shoulder, causing him to suck his tongue in between his teeth, fall to the floor, and wrap his arms around Kaz's waist.
"MY BOY! MY SON HAS COME HO-HO-HOOOOOOOME!!!" Buddy wailed at the top of his lungs, causing some paintings nearby to fall off the wall.
Buddy, suddenly realizing how vulnerable he had made himself, jumped to his feet with the vigor of a nine year old and dusted himself off. He coughed into his fist and then squared his eyes on Kaz, who looked at him with a dumbfounded face.
"Sorry", Buddy said, "About that. Moment of weakness. Won't happen again."
Kaz put his hand on Buddy's shulder again.
"Don't worry about it", Kaz replied, "I'm happy to see you too, surprisingly. It's been too long pop."
"Too long indeed, my son", Buddy affirmed, "What brings you out to these dusty parts child?"
Kaz, remembering why he was there, dropped a hint of confusion on Buddy.
"I'm here to talk to Bobby", Kaz answered, "He around?"
Buddy began to rush around the foyer, picking up the paintings and straightening everything out. Sweat stains start to peak under his three piece suit he wore so indignantly.
"Uh, no", Buddy said rushedly, "He stepped out, you know?"
"Stepped out where?" Kaz asked.
"You know", Buddy replied, "Out. You know when a hermit crab leaves his shell?"
"Is he coming back?", Kaz asked, "It's kind of important. You know Bobby hasn't been right, lately."
This caused Buddy to stop on his heels and skid to a halt. He turned slowly towards Kaz with a grim look upon his face, a gentle gleam in his Jew eye.
"Oh, Kaz", Buddy said while floating toward him, "Oh, poor, young, misguided Kaz...You always had a soft spot when it came to Cai-Roman, my eldest, didn't you? Oh, soft as the breeze Ka..."
"Ok, I get it!" Kaz shouted, "Cut it with the schmantics and get to the point already."
"I was doing my thing right there ans you...nevermind...water under the bridge. Sea lyfe and all that..." Buddy started to patter again, "I'll just say this...this is Bobby. What you knew? What he showed you? That was him 'not right'. Bobby has always been this conniving, this backstabbing, this virtually self destructive."
Kaz started to pace around the room, mulling over Buddy's words in his head like a slow cooking jumbilaya. Could he be right? Kaz refused to balee dat. Buddy didn't quite know Bobby like Kaz did...or maybe Kaz didn't know Bobby quite like Buddy did? It was hard to seperate fiction from reality, these days. Kaz stopped as Buddy cleared his throat and continued.
"Power messes with the mind of a man, Kaz", Buddy informed, "Twists and mangles it until the person no longer resembles who they once were. When I first heard of Bobby Cairo, he was sitting at a penny wash recording his first promo on a Nintendo....and now look at him. This golden mansion? The statues enshrined to him? It's demented. No self respecting Jew would ever advertise his riches like this, lest the more deadlier Jew move on him and take what he has. You know what the power feels like? Well, he's filled to the brim with it. It almost consumed you before you made your first S-Mart decision and turned the hell away."
"I know what you're talking about..." Kaz replied.
And he did. He knew all too well what Buddy was describing. It's what caused Kaz to stay planted on his little trip through time. Three and a half years in solitude running away from that feeling of dread. Of being consumed. Of having nothing that made you who you were left. He felt that pang of sympathy for his friend...and guilt that he turned his back on him in the first place.
"I have to get going", Kaz said through gritted teeth, "If he's not coming back here, I have to keep looking."
"Of course, my son", Buddy said as he wrapped his girthy arms around Kaz's strapping shoulders, "If I find what you're looking for...let me be the first to say I'm sorry. It won't bring you peace."
The sinister words hung in the air for a moment and then blew away on a chilly wind as Kaz opened the door and left.
