'He's coming round now Benny', said a doctor as if to be making a medical diagnosis, 'take your socks away from his nose', slowly but surly Caruso's mind retreated from a dream of his favorite breakfast, with some kind of cheese sauce, which was strange as that's not something he would normally like that?
First the left eye, then the right, not much of a visual Mexican wave, you might be inclined to agree? To see Benny and Herr Doctor T by his side, Benny with a spoon in his mouth, with what looked like a chocolate substance on his lips, his tongue was engaged in cleansing his lips, and spoon, after 2 seconds of eye contact Benny looked away, as if not wanting to let his friend see the depths of his love for the chocolate spread in his soul, the sleeping giant was awakening and it looked hungry too by all accounts
Even Mr Smith turned his head to gaze at how this human could have been brought into his line of vision, nothing seemed to make sense to this animal anymore?
Benny was kneeling on the floor, with 2 had-seen-better-days socks with eager look presiding his face, it was probably all in a days work for T as he stood up and strolled over to look at some photos on the wall.
'So, what's the deale-o with this place, are you house sitting for someone, i didn't know you had an Auntie?
'He doesn't', blurted Benny, 'Do you?' turning to a semi awake patient, 'I mean he bought it yesterday', and Dr T turned to view the patient and nurse as if in wonder, he drew a big breadth and eyed his two friends on the floor
'Do you mean to tell me i was down in the Red velvet lounge after lunch, desperately looking for a crisp $20 note for one last lap dance, going out of my tiny little mind, my dear man mean to tell me, that i have been chasing you for $20 for the past 6 months and now it appears your piggy bank was about the size of King Kong and you could go down to the lounge and buy the damn place, and the girls included?'
'Did you know 'King Kong' was Hitlers favorite movie, which kinda explains...', cutting himself short and looked up, gradually regaining consciousness to take in the ensuing scene with some clarity, the dragon tattoo on his chest under this cotton shirt was beginning to prick up his ears and come to full attention
Caruso growled, 'My dear fellow up until yesterday, i was a nobody, nothing to lose, happy go lucky, sometimes happy, rarely lucky, i had nothing, now the world is mine', which wasn't exactly true, but it sounded like a good response, the Herr Doctor showed his surprise by opening a cupboard to take a peek for any supplies of peanut butter
Well, he did have a chicken farm which was an asset i suppose, he did have a lot of good memories there, for what that's worth to the banking establishment?
Actually farm was more of a liability as it belonged the bank, not to his piggy, King Kong or his Japanese doppelgangers Godzilla bank ('that would have been some sight', he would ponder when walking into the Fast cash savings bank the next day).
But he needed fast cash alright, to keep the financial wolves from his door, the foxes only required a wire fence, in fact the $10,000 would save his neck, he often had nightmares that he was a chicken, and he was the one squawking, getting the chop. Such as life?
To which Caruso added, 'If we were in Japan you would have said a "Piggy bank about the size of Godzilla', 'King Kong never made much of a name for himself there', in fact the King Kong movies where he duels Godzilla, they had 2 separate endings to suit either home crowd, it's funny how people are, isn't it? The home crowd always wants their boy to win'
Gaining composure by the minute, Caruso remembered reading about all the best artists and musician having benefactors, Beethoven had one, but only on the condition he would never have to meet them, wouldn't it be wonderful if i had it the same way?' he nodded, many years ago now, he did learn to play to play piano, he could play some things, although most of the he just made up his own stuff
'Wouldn't it be like riding a bike?, he quipped as he peered about his home from the ground up, from a differnt point of view you might be inclined to think?
'I have a benefactor', he blurted as T's bedside manner became a bit agitated as the thought of the monetary indifference, confusion and old fashioned difference in dinero that had presented it's ugly neck with the friends.
'Somebody obviously thinks i'm a great talent', and they want to nurture my talents', although, talents in what might be another question? Killing chickens? Trivia? Hardly folks!
Up until now, he didn't really do much or go anywhere, it was just chicken farming and even at that, he wasn't too good with that either, he liked it which helped, he reasoned, at least you'd think so anyways?
Being with the chickens always felt normal to him, he was a benefactor to them in a way, before he morphed into the harvester of sorrow. It was a natural progression you see, if your a chicken that is. He took them to heaven, before he too them to hell. 'He baby, i wanna tell you a little secret', before balm, he's let them have it and a headless chook was shooting blood and running for it's life, it wasn't a cat with 9 lives or 50 Cent with 9 bullets, what would that be in chicken years? And off he'd go, arms flapping and shouting, maybe he was doing an impression of an Italian man pretending to be a talking chicken, one could never be too sure?
The numbers plus the business side of things wasn't really his thing either, who's perfect anyways?
'I suppose so', retorted the good Herr T, not quite sure what he was replying to, his mind hand now turned to food, it was becoming a pressing issue and he didn't want any problem and proceeded to inspect the contents of the fridge as if it might enhance his under standing of the lucrative goings on, he was getting damn hungry too!
His two friends began to discuss the similarities of the patent's new found fortune, forgetting him momentarily as comparisons were being made to movies where by central characters have a bit of an unexpected turn up for the books, Dr T mentioned Trading Places and Pretty Woman, and laughed before remembering to try and make the recovering patient comfortable or at least help him up
None of this mattered to Caruso, as his eyes locked on to Marias face, in his line of vision, displayed over his head, her eye color and facial details being obscured, as if she wore a mask at a masquerade
'You sacuy brid, waht did you do to me?', thought our smiling friend in a reclined position on the wooden floor, 'Did taht rlaely hpaepn? It was qtiue smhtieong', before two pairs of hands swooped on him and lifted him up from the floor and brought him in for land, plonking him on the sofa, you might be glad to know he wasn't seriously hurt, which was just as well from a medical point of view.
After quite some minutes, choosing to remain silent in relation his dream, it might be better if i take a quick peek at dream meanings online, before i go putting my neck on it? He surmised as he listened to his peers debate possible endings, on screen and off screen to his life. That's the thing about Happy ending's reassured Benny, you always know they are coming, he did have a point, but was there another point on the other side?
And then the phone rang, the patients phone in fact, 'Rancho relaxo, Caruso J Sundance speaking', to which an irate caller squeaked, 'I tried calling you earlier, what's up Cowboy and what's up with the J Sundance business, are you applying for jobs or something?'
'No babe, it would appear, i have a benefactor..' pausing, '...like Beethoven' and before long, his hands were moving as if to conduct the words emanating from his mouth, shaping them into sentences, some more adjectives than nouns or pronouns, was this a case of blatant grammatical discrimination?
As he himself grasped the benefactor experience in chronological order, (the mind doesn't work that way, he should have know that) of the turn of events to cast shade on his sunny disposition.
He began to visualize what was happening, where it was going on as his eyes looked from left to right momentarily stopping to notice the cat and dog in the corner of the room as if in discussion, 'Now there's a life', he reflected as he returned his concentration to one Daisy Bee Bop, his girlfriend of one year' that was communicating with him through the item in his hand, not that he saw relationships as long term, it defiantly wasn't long distance, he was going with the flow because that's the kind of guy that he is
Before long, Daisy B, as he liked to call her was out the door and en route to Rancho Relaxo to assist in any further medical treatment, looking up at his com-padre Cowboys debate other benefactor themed movies and their artistic merit in animated hand gesture's
'Maybe their daddies are Italian too?' he mused as the surveyed the floor for the animals that were no where to be seen
First the left eye, then the right, not much of a visual Mexican wave, you might be inclined to agree? To see Benny and Herr Doctor T by his side, Benny with a spoon in his mouth, with what looked like a chocolate substance on his lips, his tongue was engaged in cleansing his lips, and spoon, after 2 seconds of eye contact Benny looked away, as if not wanting to let his friend see the depths of his love for the chocolate spread in his soul, the sleeping giant was awakening and it looked hungry too by all accounts
Even Mr Smith turned his head to gaze at how this human could have been brought into his line of vision, nothing seemed to make sense to this animal anymore?
Benny was kneeling on the floor, with 2 had-seen-better-days socks with eager look presiding his face, it was probably all in a days work for T as he stood up and strolled over to look at some photos on the wall.
'So, what's the deale-o with this place, are you house sitting for someone, i didn't know you had an Auntie?
'He doesn't', blurted Benny, 'Do you?' turning to a semi awake patient, 'I mean he bought it yesterday', and Dr T turned to view the patient and nurse as if in wonder, he drew a big breadth and eyed his two friends on the floor
'Do you mean to tell me i was down in the Red velvet lounge after lunch, desperately looking for a crisp $20 note for one last lap dance, going out of my tiny little mind, my dear man mean to tell me, that i have been chasing you for $20 for the past 6 months and now it appears your piggy bank was about the size of King Kong and you could go down to the lounge and buy the damn place, and the girls included?'
'Did you know 'King Kong' was Hitlers favorite movie, which kinda explains...', cutting himself short and looked up, gradually regaining consciousness to take in the ensuing scene with some clarity, the dragon tattoo on his chest under this cotton shirt was beginning to prick up his ears and come to full attention
Caruso growled, 'My dear fellow up until yesterday, i was a nobody, nothing to lose, happy go lucky, sometimes happy, rarely lucky, i had nothing, now the world is mine', which wasn't exactly true, but it sounded like a good response, the Herr Doctor showed his surprise by opening a cupboard to take a peek for any supplies of peanut butter
Well, he did have a chicken farm which was an asset i suppose, he did have a lot of good memories there, for what that's worth to the banking establishment?
Actually farm was more of a liability as it belonged the bank, not to his piggy, King Kong or his Japanese doppelgangers Godzilla bank ('that would have been some sight', he would ponder when walking into the Fast cash savings bank the next day).
But he needed fast cash alright, to keep the financial wolves from his door, the foxes only required a wire fence, in fact the $10,000 would save his neck, he often had nightmares that he was a chicken, and he was the one squawking, getting the chop. Such as life?
To which Caruso added, 'If we were in Japan you would have said a "Piggy bank about the size of Godzilla', 'King Kong never made much of a name for himself there', in fact the King Kong movies where he duels Godzilla, they had 2 separate endings to suit either home crowd, it's funny how people are, isn't it? The home crowd always wants their boy to win'
Gaining composure by the minute, Caruso remembered reading about all the best artists and musician having benefactors, Beethoven had one, but only on the condition he would never have to meet them, wouldn't it be wonderful if i had it the same way?' he nodded, many years ago now, he did learn to play to play piano, he could play some things, although most of the he just made up his own stuff
'Wouldn't it be like riding a bike?, he quipped as he peered about his home from the ground up, from a differnt point of view you might be inclined to think?
'I have a benefactor', he blurted as T's bedside manner became a bit agitated as the thought of the monetary indifference, confusion and old fashioned difference in dinero that had presented it's ugly neck with the friends.
'Somebody obviously thinks i'm a great talent', and they want to nurture my talents', although, talents in what might be another question? Killing chickens? Trivia? Hardly folks!
Up until now, he didn't really do much or go anywhere, it was just chicken farming and even at that, he wasn't too good with that either, he liked it which helped, he reasoned, at least you'd think so anyways?
Being with the chickens always felt normal to him, he was a benefactor to them in a way, before he morphed into the harvester of sorrow. It was a natural progression you see, if your a chicken that is. He took them to heaven, before he too them to hell. 'He baby, i wanna tell you a little secret', before balm, he's let them have it and a headless chook was shooting blood and running for it's life, it wasn't a cat with 9 lives or 50 Cent with 9 bullets, what would that be in chicken years? And off he'd go, arms flapping and shouting, maybe he was doing an impression of an Italian man pretending to be a talking chicken, one could never be too sure?
The numbers plus the business side of things wasn't really his thing either, who's perfect anyways?
'I suppose so', retorted the good Herr T, not quite sure what he was replying to, his mind hand now turned to food, it was becoming a pressing issue and he didn't want any problem and proceeded to inspect the contents of the fridge as if it might enhance his under standing of the lucrative goings on, he was getting damn hungry too!
His two friends began to discuss the similarities of the patent's new found fortune, forgetting him momentarily as comparisons were being made to movies where by central characters have a bit of an unexpected turn up for the books, Dr T mentioned Trading Places and Pretty Woman, and laughed before remembering to try and make the recovering patient comfortable or at least help him up
None of this mattered to Caruso, as his eyes locked on to Marias face, in his line of vision, displayed over his head, her eye color and facial details being obscured, as if she wore a mask at a masquerade
'You sacuy brid, waht did you do to me?', thought our smiling friend in a reclined position on the wooden floor, 'Did taht rlaely hpaepn? It was qtiue smhtieong', before two pairs of hands swooped on him and lifted him up from the floor and brought him in for land, plonking him on the sofa, you might be glad to know he wasn't seriously hurt, which was just as well from a medical point of view.
After quite some minutes, choosing to remain silent in relation his dream, it might be better if i take a quick peek at dream meanings online, before i go putting my neck on it? He surmised as he listened to his peers debate possible endings, on screen and off screen to his life. That's the thing about Happy ending's reassured Benny, you always know they are coming, he did have a point, but was there another point on the other side?
And then the phone rang, the patients phone in fact, 'Rancho relaxo, Caruso J Sundance speaking', to which an irate caller squeaked, 'I tried calling you earlier, what's up Cowboy and what's up with the J Sundance business, are you applying for jobs or something?'
'No babe, it would appear, i have a benefactor..' pausing, '...like Beethoven' and before long, his hands were moving as if to conduct the words emanating from his mouth, shaping them into sentences, some more adjectives than nouns or pronouns, was this a case of blatant grammatical discrimination?
As he himself grasped the benefactor experience in chronological order, (the mind doesn't work that way, he should have know that) of the turn of events to cast shade on his sunny disposition.
He began to visualize what was happening, where it was going on as his eyes looked from left to right momentarily stopping to notice the cat and dog in the corner of the room as if in discussion, 'Now there's a life', he reflected as he returned his concentration to one Daisy Bee Bop, his girlfriend of one year' that was communicating with him through the item in his hand, not that he saw relationships as long term, it defiantly wasn't long distance, he was going with the flow because that's the kind of guy that he is
Before long, Daisy B, as he liked to call her was out the door and en route to Rancho Relaxo to assist in any further medical treatment, looking up at his com-padre Cowboys debate other benefactor themed movies and their artistic merit in animated hand gesture's
'Maybe their daddies are Italian too?' he mused as the surveyed the floor for the animals that were no where to be seen
