They sat down in an overpriced cafe and she pulled out a box of Silk Cut cigarettes and she offered him one and he took it and lit it and inhaled it and the nicotine went right to his addled head and gave him a whirling head spin so that he could barely hold the weight of it on his neck and the world went several colors of the rainbow and he exhaled and then took another drag and then they ordered coffee and smoked some more while waiting.
Thinking again of the Swiss Watch Vision, he asked her, “Did you ever see Coppla’s Apocalypse Now?”
“Sure,” She said. “I saw it when it came out in the theater.”
“You mean the Redux?” he said.
“No… The original, in the seventies.”
“But… How fucking old were you?”
“Hmmm… six?… I don’t know… My dad took me. He hardly ever got the day off back then and when he did, he liked to go to the movies and my mother always said, ‘take the children.’ So he did, but you know, she never told him what was an appropriate movie for a child and so he took us to the movies he wanted to see… war movies mostly. I think I slept through most of it… I saw The Deer Hunter and The Shining… all sorts of crazy shit for a toddler to see.”
“Jesus! I was a few years older than you and… well it was pretty fucking shocking movie.”
“Just a movie… no worse than Bambi at some level.”
“if you say so.”
“I wonder if you can get good Vietnamese food in this town?” she said. “I’ve got a craving for Pho.”
“True or Faux,” he joked.
“What?”
“Truffaut and the 400 Blows,” he was just rhyming now.
“Ever see A Clockwork Orange?” she asked.
“Sure.”
“Now that was a fucking horror show. Nothing ever scared me like that… I can’t even watch Singing in the Rain without locking my front door just to be on the safe side.”
“Wise,” he said. “Just say no to Droogs.”
“Right,” she said sucking on the cigarette. “Droogs Kill.”
Book Collab with yours truly and Think Mule and a digi collab from a start by Tony Van den Boomen for The Library Project.