Tuesday, 23 October 2007

Goodbye to Old Phoebe

The minute I got out of there I started to regret giving my hunting hat to Old Phoebe. I started wondering around the streets like a madman. I started thinking that I wouldn't make it to the other side of the street so I started pleading to Allie, not to God but to Allie to see me safely across the street. I started thinking about fleeing out west again and going to live somewhere in the country and I decided that I was gonna do it. But I decided to go and say goodbye to Phoebe. So I wrote her a note I delivered it to her school and everything and just as I was leaving I saw that some rotten kid had scratched 'Fuck you' into one of the walls. That really annoyed me. It annoyed me so much that I wanted to kill the person that had put it there. It's just like life. The minute you find somewhere nice some bastard comes along and writes the word 'Fuck You' all over it! I went to the museum to meet Phoebe and I was walking along of the corridors and I found another 'Fuck You' written on the wall. I couldn't rub it off. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I stood and waited outside of the museum and waited for Old Phoebe, in my not I'd told her that I was going away and all and that this was her last chance to say goodbye.
Then I saw her coming up the road dragging this big old suitcase with her. She said that she was coming with me. We had a row about it, we were practically yelling in the street. In the end I said that I wasn't going. But by the time she was kinda mad at me. I offered to take her to the park but she didn't answer so I walked on and headed towards the park. She walked on the other side of the road. That killed me. When we got there I was reminded of my childhood. Me, Allie, Phoebe and D.B used to come here as children and go on the carousel. I gave Phoebe some dough and watched her on the carousel. Before she went on she took my hunting hat out of my pocket and put it on my head with the ear flaps down and all and I sat and I watched her as she went around and around and around. I wish you could've been there.

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