I hear his poorly maintained car before I get around the bend. The cabin is lit, since it is almost dark. Everything that Erin did seemed stupid, yet he had never been arrested. He conducted himself with a righteousness. Confidence I guess is a better camouflage than paranoia, a camouflage I should learn, since I am quite paranoid.
I open the passenger door.
“Yooo,” his grating affected blackness contrary to his suburban face. There is a dime in the cup-holder.
I point “I’m not looking for this. I need a gun,” I say, like its normal and Erin’s face grows sober.
There is a gap in the conversation and then it takes on the rhythm of when we smoke cigarettes.
“A gun,” he looks through the window with contemptible dramatic affection. Who is he lying to? He will sell me a gun; the suspense, I know, is him stunned by the labor that it will take to acquire it, no need for acting. I need this fucking gun!
“I’ll give you a lot of money,” I point my gaze into the center of his face and put a strong gust behind the air that the words float they are carried straight deep into his mind
“It’s difficult to get a gun.”
“I’ll give you 600.”
“Ha!” I understand the humorous jolt. We have been so un-business-like in the past, always casual, but Erin’s surprise continues to build as I lift my book-bag from my feet and place it on to my thighs from it I take an envelope.
“Your money,” I place the envelope on to Erins lap and his face changes or at least he took off the face that he had worn over that which is exposed now. With his hands shaking slightly from his money lust, he peers into and weeds through the deposit slip, checking that the paper aligned with my words.
“Alright, okay….give me like a week.”
I step down from his car on to the blacktop and walk towards home, a little staggered from what I had just done. I’m sure he felt similar. The nervous bug that lingered in my chest grew again when I see the sky begin to blacken. It was a short walk home, but the storm seems to be a sprinter. I want to get out of the way of this, I don’t like being wet. I feel rain or maybe a bit of dripping sweat, faint thunder or a car moving quick, riding over a bump or pothole, we have many of those around here. I make it inside through the door before the raindrops come from the clouds that wonder in the sky, watering the earth with their tears from their homeless sorrow. The beginning of the rainstorm always comes with that scent, then hissing. The winds confused on what direction to pick, twist the downward bound water and strike the windows in the living room making a rattle from the perpendicular rain-brushes. Thunder, it’s like you can hear the inside of the earth, the rocks and stones in chaos, like the air. Like the strumming of a guitar, the strings are feathered, they ring so close in time, you cannot tell which note started the chord. Which was first, the metallic scent, the deafening crack or the blinding light.
Lately chaos whispers in my ears starting sentences that I back out of…
Boring boring boring boring boring; life-less life-less life-less. The same comfortable thing every day. I wake up late, I go to sleep late, I sleep longer than I should, 12 hours. Things more or less ever moving – move quite increasingly slowly without motion and nullified evolution –
Middle class homes arranged like traffic. Some parts of the town are still wooded, the trees hiding something historical, I tilt the wheel into Jesse’s nocturnal patch. A little plume of cigarette smoke rises and gets examined, passing through the yellow of the porch light. Jesse’s hand unerect dashes up and down when he hears my car. He does not look away from his phone that casts a blue foreground on to his round face, with strange long contrasting upward shadows behind all the ridges in his face. He looks like the oldest man who has ever lived.
He sucks more and there’s a long silence as I stand before him. His greeting crawls out dry and injured.
Jesse takes another long drag and it is as if he has just awoken.
“You see this video?” a fat black woman sits on a toilet, she is embarrassingly fat. She moves her massive weight side to side twisting at twice the speed of her head, facing away from the camera and then rhythmically her fat black head comes back around. Every time she faces the camera she says, “sittin on the toilet” her thick voice strained of its grease comes through the small speaker and cracked screen.
“What happened to your phone?” I say to avoid faking laughter.
He takes another drag from his cigarette it is a few moments away from the filter the smoke still obscuring his words.
“It’s been broken for awhile I was..uh just walking and dropped it, weren’t you there?”
“No” I was.
“That video is fucking funny dude, fucking uh.. classic.”
“Yeah,” I say without passion.
“I don’t know….. you can’t text him?”
“Can you text him?” Jesse stamps out his cigarette.
“What’s the point of asking he is going to come any way we do the same thing every night.”
“can you just text him?”
We walk into his house
“can you just text him” I mimic back to him “Your too lazy to text him”
“Its not my fucking job” Jesses says
while we walk down into the basement, my rage heightens with every creaking step.
“Not my job what the fuck does that mean. I didn’t think we had fucking jobs.”
“Why are you being such a dick?”
“I’m being dick?” I make a face.
“Fuck….fuck you, talking about jobs you don’t have fucking job, so calling Chris should be your fucking job.”
“FUCKING LEAVE THEN!”
“FUCK YOU, you’re boring and you’re fuckin lazy, and you’re make me boring. We do the same thing and it’s boring, every night, every day we do the same thing, and we pretend it’s special, we get high and we watch videos and were not cool, were not cool, We are just losers who watch videos down in the basement, I want to be fucking cool, and I pretend, and no; you!, YOU! pretend that you don’t care, I care, you act like a nigger, but a different type of NIGGER then you think, you act like a lazy nigger not like those cool fucking nigger who makes money like the guys you watch because they break rules and they hurt people they make money, you’re harmless, fuck you fucking NIGGER” I turn my back to Jesse and walk out, surprised that in my moment of passion I went so vulgar and incoherent.
“Get the fuck out dude just get the fuck out” Jesse said as I ran up the stairs
Driving past homes, its night I left the house in rage, I pray to something – I hear something I can have the strength – I’m so con – fused – sumed – and chaos – whispering in my ear – I walk past – hours the – the homes – I left the house in rage – it’s night I can have the strength – I – can’t – I can – I – am –’ve found myself rather far from home – I’m not suicidal or I’m not looking to do – anything – something bad – kill someone – like that b – but can you – recently I’ve been watching a lot of videos – I think we’re headed for bad times and I need something to protect myself – I’m – depression – we are – I am – entering into a – the greatest depression is – the economy its – RING – In the middle of the woods field – I grip the gun and I point it to the sky and shoot the fucking stars and my ears – RING – I feel exposed – I run out of the hedge-line catching my breath –breathing – I should go into back into the woods – it’s a safe place they won’t find me – I don’t know where my I mind is – where I –‘m at least there’s – – RING – and no chaos in my ears – Nobody lives around – nobody cares around – here they’ll ignore – it – my thoughts fight my heart.
It really nice to have the floor supporting my back. Gazing into the lit ceiling my open mind fights between hope and despair – the paint when it was applied fought gravity and dried leaving snowy dimples – What am I going to do with this gun, I thought I would be inventive more brave, do something be cool. Hadn’t my creativity, my sanity, been taken by drugs, Erin’s drugs. I have my incite – something – I know something that’s righteous – I’ll kill him I’m going to kill him and put my gun in his mouth and take his mind – mind.
“Erin, I need to see you now.”
“Yeah… what’s wrong? Where are you going to be?”
“Come to the baseball field.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I imagined what he was thinking, thinking nothing of what I would be doing, evil for evil. I imagined his rickety car moving swishing through the lonely air.
How his dashboard rattled vibrations played from the speaker cones calling out comforting nigger chants that kept away the evil spirits that had gotten to this mind – He’ll be screaming. I’m a predator – I called my evil wicked self that slaughtered – hollowed – deboned the former me this predator so wise he did not even wear a demonic smile when he saw the sign of his prey that raised his horny heart to see that light through the woods.
Erin parked his car and he walked to me standing in the field. He’s coming towards – He’s coming for me.
“Hey, what’s up!” he says from a little far – he’s out of my range – away.
“Hey,” I call back.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m not looking for weed,” Erin laughs.
I remember what I was going to do I think. My heartbeat – ed – and – ed – jumped in remembrance and knocked my eyes out of focus and I started shouting.
Why don’t you dance anymore you fucking idiot
relaxing is not a statement – playing off your dead feet
pretending you are too strong for the beats command
the truth is you are with the god death and not a
good subject of him – like I am – you use your fuel
that can’t get you beyond the next ridge to justify
your scrawny potential drag us down with your potential
potential is fat and fat is sticky, just like shit, just like your
in-consequence – So nonentity dance for me before my bullet – before
my gun dance like an idiot – else you’ll be dizzy busy dancing
blown head the black dance your last blown head goodbye
dance or you’ll dance there’s no option to deny my command
that I hope you don’t follow because I am the good follower of
death who wishes to harmonize your discontent with your own
sour note soul – Dance before me or die – I hope you don’t dance so I
may kill you – DIE! —————————————AHHHHHHHH——————HH!!HHHH————————x—————RINNNNNNNNNNGGG———————————————————————x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Which was first the metallic scent, the deafening crack or the blinding light?
I drove his poorly maintained car around the bend and – the dark it’s almost gone – and I open the hatch and shoved his limp poorly maintained body into the storm drain, when he hit the ground it sounded like fresh dough ————————————— drove – and the sun rose from the horizon and drifted off and away and the world around me turned a deeper lost black————— but I am the predator me and he has no need to smile————— The car – I drove it into to the woods and into the swaps and I pushed it into a deep unknown pond. I walked for miles – From the little woods to the places where all the lights were off and there was no sound – I started to see the new sun rise and my pupils shrunk – I looked at the new sun’s new blank face.
“Hey I know that you freaked out and all on me the other night, look I’m not mad, we can be better, I was thinking that we could go to the museum.”
“oOk,” I’d like that
Jesse came and picked me up.
“What fuck man, are you okay?”
Jesse played music the whole ride – I’m fine
We parked and gave the keys to the parking attended who guided Jesse’s car to a place somewhere deep in the earth.
“Dude, I get that your mad and all but like, can you talk?”
We walked through the city in the bottom of the glass canyon and went into the MET and the place was busy with foreigners who look with wonder at the big and beautiful things that were from their countries that are there on the walls– And I was struck – St John Baptise grey leather skin blood drained silent his nature submit to death and severed – and as I drifted into fantasy – the noise of the city – RING – faded and – “We ask you to make a donation of what every you can”’ – I looked into the eyes of Johns flock of sheep and they could feel my knife pressed into their necks – Satan paradiddled on my heart – His closed gaze that draws me in like – the closing of eyes draws me in – walking in closer and closer
“Alan,” delivered back up into the world, “aren’t you glad we came?”
I’m fine – Jesse – strange – John Baptise
his mind makes – sounds that pierce me and block out – the sound of chaos like the gun RING – a series of RING RING RING RING RING RING
I’m fine – Are you fine – I’m fine
“Dude Erin is dead… look at Facebook.”
I open my mind – in my hand – my phone – I have to climb a mountain – A mountain of conversation – dialogue plummeting down – that RING RING RING in my mind and RING – I put him where they won’t found in the coin slot – he’s just penny no one picks up a penny – it was in the woods – no – no it was in the field – but – no one cared – no – I’ don’t like getting wet – no – but – RINGRINGRINGRING – I’ll look – I – NO! – know one looked – NO! don’t look down there – but – i’ll do it – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – I’ll look – RINGRING
Yesterday morning our family received a phone call that Erin had been found and was unfortunately deceased. We are sad, very sad, his funeral service will be a 12:30 on Monday at the Bizub-Quinlan Funeral Home in Clifton. Address: 1313 Van Houten Ave, Clifton, NJ 07013 and Phone: (973) 546-2000. We ask the people of the community and especially our family and his friends to join us in our time of grief and speak about his life. RIP Erin Goffman 1994 – 2018 you will be missed, by everyone especially me your mother, your father and your sister
Eric omg I miss you so much see you in heaven
I wasn’t close with you man, but you were so nice every time I saw you, what an angel
what happened is that too early to ask
It was related to his business
Fuck this political system if these nazi politicians didn’t use this plant to justify fascism and scam money from the AmeriKKKan people than we wouldn’t have to be so hush about his business, lets be honest Erin sold pot is that so bad it’s just a plant. Fuck the fucking Republicans
I bet the cops shot him
Cops kill more people than pot ever heard someone overdosing on pot ha! Maybe if the fucking PIGS! Smoked a blunt once a while their little dicks would hit get so hard from killing an innocent kids!
Everyone, will miss you Eric my prayers go out for you and your parents so sad!
There is no fucking god
Incredibly rude I can’t believe that anyone would comment like that
Well Erin didn’t believe in god bitch, Erin told me if he died he didn’t lllllllllllllllllllllllll want a funeral he wanted to have a party so I’ll be smoking a blunt in the lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllparking lot BITCH
I’ll be calling the police ASSHOLE!!
This didn’t seem right I didn’t do that – Iook – I’m looking – I’m fine – RING – Its just paint and it’s the – figure is in a black room – something bad happened – Its not really real it’s like the –
But she keeps on smiling at me – hey let go don’t touch me – But I look and she is moving – who put her in the there in the wall – the wall is paint – and there are people in there tooo – ghost do’—RING–nnt— !— “YOU LIKE TO TO? PICTURE OF YOU TAKE OF AHHH US?” – don’t look at me freak you freak – I can say nothing – they will find me – coin slot eyes – chingchingchingchignchifnchinc – fucking nigger Chinese fucking nigger – It’s a drew – its not a drewing – its just a drawing – don’t look at me –That drew me in – I get closer and dance to its beat – look at its atoms – I smell it – taste it “SIR!” “ALAN!” What do – n’t! touch em – you – f – ucking – rom – nigger I – make for – DIE – x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x – stab – hi – m – y – bl – ade – eed – s – harp – all over the gallery floor my – canvas – and penetrate his skin !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! – It pours out – my paint – RING “P – I – UT – m – YO – fine – UR H ANDS UP——————————!—————”———!————————————————!!———!!!——!—AHHHHHHHH——————HH!!HHHH————!— RINNNNNNNNNNNNNNG———xx——————————————— x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x