03-02-2009, 02:48 AM
I'm watching Ichi the Killer on the rooftop. I wouldn't have to watch it up here, because DVDs don't use the antenna; but my setup isn't exactly portable, so I watch everything up here, including Ichi the Killer. It's a wonderful evening, and lots of neighbors are out, standing here and there, chatting. I've never seen them out in droves like this before, but it is a nice evening. Occasionally one waves to me. I wave back. I'm tempted to invite some of them up. But no, I've tried watching Ichi the Killer with others before, and it just never works out.
There's some police cars in the area too. Officers stand here and there, talking. That's what they do best. Talk. Not listen. Now and then they call in on their radios. I suspect there's been a robbery in the area, and they're looking for the suspect. Eventually they get back in their patrol cars and drive slowly past my house and away.
"You okay up there?" Dave shouts to me.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Dave is our neighbor. He lives just across Burgoyne Street. He's a really nice guy, lived here his whole life. He offered to mow my lawn last week. The grass was getting knee deep. But I didn't want to bother him with it. So I just doused the yard with Roundup and now it's under control.
"You sure everything's okay."
"A-okay," I say.
He bought a German Shepherd pup sometime back. Every time I'd look out the window, it'd be twice as big as before. They grow so fast. When it got to be ten feet at the shoulders, they had to move it into the backyard behind a tall wooden fence. Now I don't see it anymore, except when it rears up to nibble at tree leaves like a giraffe.
"Well, you let me know if you need anything."
"Okay, thanks."
It's dark now. I'm getting deep into Ichi. Every time I watch it, I sink deeper. But then there's a flash. A shooting star. I hate shooting stars. They're a distraction, especially when I'm watching Ichi the Killer. I don't much care for the stars either. They keep my eyes from fully adjusting to the darkness. Ichi is a movie you need to watch in inky darkness.
There's some police cars in the area too. Officers stand here and there, talking. That's what they do best. Talk. Not listen. Now and then they call in on their radios. I suspect there's been a robbery in the area, and they're looking for the suspect. Eventually they get back in their patrol cars and drive slowly past my house and away.
"You okay up there?" Dave shouts to me.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Dave is our neighbor. He lives just across Burgoyne Street. He's a really nice guy, lived here his whole life. He offered to mow my lawn last week. The grass was getting knee deep. But I didn't want to bother him with it. So I just doused the yard with Roundup and now it's under control.
"You sure everything's okay."
"A-okay," I say.
He bought a German Shepherd pup sometime back. Every time I'd look out the window, it'd be twice as big as before. They grow so fast. When it got to be ten feet at the shoulders, they had to move it into the backyard behind a tall wooden fence. Now I don't see it anymore, except when it rears up to nibble at tree leaves like a giraffe.
"Well, you let me know if you need anything."
"Okay, thanks."
It's dark now. I'm getting deep into Ichi. Every time I watch it, I sink deeper. But then there's a flash. A shooting star. I hate shooting stars. They're a distraction, especially when I'm watching Ichi the Killer. I don't much care for the stars either. They keep my eyes from fully adjusting to the darkness. Ichi is a movie you need to watch in inky darkness.