Sunday, February 12, 2012
Timed Writing: 2/11/2012
Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: I found Bruce at the bar, but there was no sign of the ape
Source: Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
I found Bruce at the bar, but there was no sign of the ape about him. Bruce's suit was wrinkled and the collar of his shirt stained yellow.
"What are you drinking, this morning?" said Bruce.
"I'll have whatever keeps you calm," I said. Bruce did a little twirling wave at the waiter and twenty seconds later I held a glass of amber that emitted dirty sock and burnt seaweed fumes.
"You don't think it's a little early for an Islay?" I said. I tried not to inhale as I sipped.
"'Calm,' you said. Would you rather we order espressos and I rip your head off again?"
"You don't remember that, do you?" I asked. I was actually a little bit worried.
"I remember watching what I found on your video cam this morning," said Bruce.
Shit. I'd left it running and had forgotten to mention it to Helen. When she'd come by to clean up the mess and dump me in the tub, she probably hadn't even noticed it in the corner, on its tripod. But I didn't understand how Bruce had gotten a hold of it.
"You know I'm not upset, don't you?" I said "I don't blame you at all, and really, it happened so fast that I didn't even feel it." That was a lie. It had been quick, but I'd certainly felt it.
"How long have you known?" Bruce asked. "Have you been watching me all year?"
"No," I said. "Only for about three months, now. Since the... the episode with Karen -- when the primate people came through the building questioning everyone."
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