Rainbow Brite And El Camino part 8

Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 8

A/N - This is the continuation of my original fic. Caution: There are sexual references ahead. Also, blasphemy. You’ve been warned, so don’t bitch at me later. Thanks.
　
(The Camera is shooting from inside the sandwich display case, pointed toward the table where our couple sits. There are various meats, sauces, breads, vegetables and such surrounding it.)
　
Brite returned from her fore’ in the public bathroom domain, to find a huge bite taken right from the middle of her sub.
"Camino!" She slapped his arm.
"What?" "You want it back?" He smirked even though he was still chewing, his cheeks bulging with the evidence.
"No." "Yes!" She said. "God, you’re such a frecktard."
"What?" "I like tuna." "It tastes like you." He finally swallowed, grabbing for more of Brite’s sandwich.
She jerked the wax paper from his reach.
"Camino!" Brite seethed under her breath. "We’re in public."
"So?" He volleyed.
"So, Mr. I have a need to prove I’m male right now, people can hear you."
"I know."
"So no more inappropriate humor."
"It wasn’t inappropriate."

G*d d*mn him. Reminds me of myself sometimes. Which explains why I’m with him. I mean, god what an ass. I mean, this scene was playing out like a typical exchange between me and my mother. Being conspicuous, on display, as always happened when I was in public often brought out a nervousness in me and that in turn brought out bravado. My mother hated it and avoided taking me out because of it.

"Was too." "People can hear you." I say between bites of the unbitten part of my lunch.
"So frecking what." He hisses. "It’s our conversation and they shouldn’t be listening."

That sounds exactly like something I’d say. My poor mother.

(The camera is now between the tables in front of the entrance It swivels, capturing the action. Bright attempts an escape, pulling at her crutch shafts, which are wedged between the seat and table. It makes loud metallic clanking noises. This causes most of the necks in the shop to crank in her direction. A few people ask if she needs help and 1 actually tries to. This upsets Brite because this type of scenario is exactly why she stays in. She pulls the crutch from an innocent bystander’s grasp with an exasperated "No!" leaving her lips. She turns to look at the concerned citizen. "Just because I’m struggling doesn’t mean I need help!" "You’re the one who’s bothered by it." Not me!")


Bright heads down the narrow aisle and out the door.
Once outside, she heads down Broadway.

I have a friend who lives nearby. Maybe I could get a ride home. I’m doing good, considering. Normally, I don’t think about where I’m going. But we do learn, eh? If even just a little bit.
(The camera follows her down the sidewalk. Just then the man who came out of the men’s room, pulls up and asks Bright if she needs a ride.)
G*d frecking d*mn it!

"No!"

(Looking startled again, the salt and pepper haired black man pulls away in his beat up olive green plymouth. Rolling the driver’s side window back up he pushing his glasses back up his nose.)

"Freck!"

(Camino gets up, shoving his chair back roughly. He wraps up Brite’s sandwich in the waxed paper, throwing his own in the trash which is around the far right side of the display case. The camera follows him. The slide door at the top of the receptacle snaps back loudly. He retreats down his former path out the door to the parking lot. He steps outside, squinting out the hot tropical sun. Bright was not in the car or the parking lot.)

"Damn. I keep forgetting how fast she can move when she’s mad."

(Changing his mind, he goes back inside. He returns to counter. He orders a few oatmeal raisin cookies and a bottle of water.)

And here we go again.

(He returns to the parking lot. He starts the car and pulls out, headed down Broadway.)
Wonder if she’s home.

He thought.

So yeah.

I made some mods to the El Presidente Bobble-head painting. It isn’t quite finished yet, but you gots to love that Millennium hair. In case anyone’s unaware, the piece depicts bloody versions of our 1^st and 16^th Presidents in prison jump suits. I started this in 2007 and it’s looking close to done.
There’s a lot on my mind right now. But I’m not going to blog about them. Too much negativity. This healthcare package is scary and could effect me directly. That’s all I’m going to say.
We feed several stray cats here at the park. One of the little girls was sick and died 2 days b4 Christmas. We named her Rachel and buried her in the yard without asking permission. Why? The only other option was to put her in the dumpster and no one wanted the poor dear to get crushed. She was such a sweetheart. So yeah, that sucked. We let her in, turned the heat on and tried to make her comfortable. Thankfully, the process was quick. So now her bro has no one to hang with on the steps.
I went out on Christmas Eve for a personal item. Any thoughts of further shopping for said occasion quickly went up in smoke. Too many people in a line that was too long. I was never good at waiting. So mom and bro got their gifts mostly early. I saved mom’s back massager though. She’s been telling everyone I got her a vibrator ever since. Oy vey.
Ever since I was small, the isolation has caused me to create my own bubble. A world that is mine alone. I always knew that people and the world were harsh. I was misunderstood out in that world as well as at home. So my work, whatever form it took was always a way of relating and escaping. That probably why I’m writing so much fan fic lately. It gives me a focus and makes the world less I don’t know, hopeless. It feels cataclysmic or maybe apocalyptic. Whether the catholic church rewrote parts of the bible to suit their own purposes or not, I don’t know. I think they added the rapture in to instill fear and obedience in the average peasant. The movie 2012 banked on that fear as well as merchandise related to Y2K. And now we have the sequel to The Davinci Code and a movie based on the book of Eli. It seems clear that scholars removed at least some info. There are too many gaping holes in the bible for there to be another explanation. I don’t care how long it’s been. That much info doesn’t simply go missing or get lost in translation. Anyway, I’ll get down off my soapbox now.
We celebrated Christmas at the stroke of midnight. Mom gave me a gift card to Michael’s which is a high end art supply store. At least it is when compared to Walmart. She says she wants to get me some bins for my shit because the shoe boxes and bucket have to go. It’s like the show changed her perspective. And I think Miss Tecchino’s too. I don’t know when I’m going to get online with the laptop and it’s starting to upset me. We pinched pennies b4 the economy went bust and my friend can’t possibly do more to get me set up. I mean, come on. She already sent me the laptop and router so when we finally move this monster out of my room, mom and bro can get online too, at the same time. I’m anxious is all. So at least I’m consistent.
I got 3 gifts. A laptop that’s still sitting there ,(with accessories and hell no, I’m not happy about it) a subscription to Venice and a gift card to Micheal’s. I’d rather show you El Presidente when it’s finished. Bye and happy holidays.

Love It.

I finally got the Trueblood novels back from my mother and bro. Gave mom several of the murder mysteries/julius house books by the same author to try and hold them both off. I already decided that I'm gonna try writing some fic based on Sookie/Alcide. But not until I'm finished with all the trueblood novels. We have every book except the first. Technically we're borrowing them. I'm well into "Dead To The World." Mom insists there's a certain order they go in, but I can't tell. It's not like they're cerebral or anything so you can pretty much keep up from 1 to the next. I like them because Sookie names someone based on how they make her feel. Like Alcide's secretary is Crispy. That reminds me of me. Our neighbors at the ho-tel were known as Loud Cane Guy & Head Wrap Lady before I knew them as Al & Kate. And our Neighbor who plays loud music 24/7 is known as Scary Vet Guy. I gave in and wrote down the ideas I had for Venice which turned into 2 fics. One for Gina. The other for Ani. Don't ask me if they're any good. I just wrote them down to get them out of my head. And of course, I've continued writing Otalia. I still am amazed by the fervor surrounding Venice. The site has actually shut down twice now. And no one seems to think it's because we can't stop clicking. But I'm already convinced that's what it is. So I just watch late at night when there's less traffic. People were writing fic based on production stills 3 months before the 1st epi was posted, okay? I don't think either Crystal or Kim expected that.
Epi 2 was hilarious! Check out the sniffing feng shiu expert. Lol. The interior designer should file assaut charges! Great writing! Great Acting! Love it.

Things I Recently Did

Painted a vase with flowers that reminds me of cat in the hat.
Was delighted to discover I can still cook.
Went to get mom pastry & brought back candy instead.
Nearly shat myself when I realized my friend sent me a laptop for Christmas. (not online yet. still using the monster. thats a very appropriate name, trust me.)
Got a new huge zit. (these past 6 mos. dude-my face thinks i'm in my teens.)
Sketched a manatee that looks more like an armidillo.
Reinterpretted an old piece.
Told a homeless guy to basically f off. I was picking up weird vibes from him. (I am small and handicapped and it was getting dark. And I did not have time to listen to his story. Altho, normally I would.)
Got pissed off becuz he kept calling me cousin.
Watched epi 2 of Venice (Hit rewind when I realized that Crystal said fucktard. And btw, yes! I do love a well placed deragatory term.)
Laughed at Venice fans who posted complaints on Facebook when the truth is they're causing the site to crash with all their anxious clicking.
Rescued my old blogs from Facebook that I had imported from closerthaniappear becuz I might be absent minded at times, but I'm also brilliant.
Traced a few old comic sketches from when we lived at the ho-tel.
Ate cookies & chili. (green chili chicken.) Yum!
Thought about digging out my writing from the ho-tel and blogging them in between closerthaniappear posts. (haven't decided yet.)
Met Neeko's gf.
Left a thankyou card in dee-dee's mailbox.

Things I Recently Cooked

Things I recently cooked:
Turkey burgers
Sausage gumbo
Linguini
Turkey Meatloaf
Chopped Salad
Roast
Chicken Breast

Posts from closerthaniappear: A Rundown

A Rundown
12/O9
　

Events of the past few wks:
1)Went Christmas shopping for my peeps and for the 1st time ever 2nd guessed myself and thus so spent way too much time on that particular task. Gave my bro his early becuz I got tired of hearing him smack his damn remote. Altho, I held out for 3 days b4 I gave in. (:
2)Had a panic attack after I got home and scared the neighbor who then told me to come inside and stop obsessively pacing in front of her trailer. But now I have a new friend. (:
3)Traced several sketches I did at the ho-tel and nearly finished a mixed media painting.
4)Asked mom if she wanted me to cook and she actually let me. Made gumbo or something like it last night. Yum. (:
5.)Found several songs on u-tube I'm considering for download.
6.)Gave mom the Sookie Stackhouse/trublood novels after my bro snatched them previously. grrrrr.... damn you people. Just read them and give em back so I can finally read number 3. You puckers!
7.)Was yelled at by a perfect stranger for not saying hello when I actually did.
8.)Was appointed decision maker for another perfect stranger/drunk person.
9.)Bought a Newyork cheesecake.
10.)Watched the 1st episode of Venice. Um, several times. Yay! (:
11.)Wrote more mediocre fic. But on an up note, unlike these kiddies, I can actually put a full sentence together using proper grammar in the right context. (:
12.)Got a laptop for Christmas. Thanks to a secret santa. Don't worry Miss Tecchino, we'll be video messaging soon! Love you!
12.)Watched mom relax. (read, play video games.) Got a warm fuzzy feeling.
　
　
　

Um, yeah.

Ok, so I accidently deleted closerthaniappear. Um, yeah. So here's the deal. I'm copying the original blogs from facebook and putting them up here. Got the 1st 7 on disc, I think. Hopefully, they'll stay up on facebook long enough for me to recover most of them. The original post for canvas is gone though. But I can repost the pics. Damn it. Stupid. Uncheck your boxes when making changes, people!