2:21 – 2:35 AM
2:21 AM Two cats fucking. Or fighting, one inside the other. I mean, given the particulars of feline anatomy, both are sort of true All The Time. (Dickspikes).
2:22 AM One of the last answering machines in existence happens to capture the best inadvertent/unintentional break-up speech ever. “And it’s like, even though you’re not as good as her, you’ll do for now.” Posterity wins; to the victor goes Immortality on the Internet.
2:23 AM Shot from outside, long and from above, canted down, a car gradually parts ways with the road. Cut to: a ditch.
2:24 AM Sitting down and basking in the gold brown glow, breathing in the steam of a freshly plated Meta-Slam, “That’s four Grand Slam breakfasts arranged in the shape of a diamond,” his heart skips a beat. Is this love?
2:25 AM “Dear Sirs,
I just had a VERY sub-optimal experience with your inaccurately-named, so-called “”ULTIMATE’ Shower Massage”. Try PENULTIMATE– as I’ve had more thorough massages using a pen. I lead a very busy and very stress-filled life and all I ask is, once a week, fifty wet and lonely minutes in which to massage…”
2:26 AM A drunk teenager, having thrown-up on the sidewalk outside her parents’ house, picks through her heavings, groping hopeless for her spectacles.
2:27 AM Half-nude and reeking of booze, an of-grown-children father finds himself awake in his chair. The kind of awake that only happens after an accidental nap: supremely clear, preternaturally alert, completely alone, teeth hurt. Unable to fall back to sleep, he tells himself a bedtime story. The room records his passing.
2:28 AM Silent. Monopolizing the frame, the spinning of the siren’s red parts deconstructs emergency. Push back on the blue-suited EMTs swarming the Buick– still rev’ving tires into the brush-covered side of the snowy ravine.
2:29 AM When will this kid shut up?
2:30 AM A stray gun shot rings out for no-one. It marks the half-hour.
2:31 AM Upon retrieving glasses, brushes off a chunk of pear. Gravel soup has reground the lenses; green gingham blouse besmirched by hurl.
2:32 AM Still at work, wiping up the floor where that flat stack of mancake batter collapsed beneath forty one dollars of Denny’s.
2:33 AM Staring out the windshield unfocused of the LeSabre, gauging the proximity of her body to home.
2:34 AM Two people fucking. In their sleep. Both bodies, restless, found each other: slow-groping unknowing hands caressing a path to their find(s). It is the best sex they’ll ever have, do and neither will every remember it wasn’t half-a-dream.
2:35 AM “It’s alright; she’s only sleeping”