Well, it seems I've befriended the townies for now. and I really should stop calling them townies as it's somewhat derogatory and they don't really fit the definition. One woman carries Emily Dickinson poems everywhere with her in her purse and loves theater and acting. J., the guy, reads Shakespeare all the time and quotes him with ease. He also loves to discuss politics and philosophy. So no, I can't really say they are townies. Just smart locals. J. has never been to college. In fact, he has served in the army overseas for god knows how long. He claims to be in Delta Force or something like that and while at first I was dubious, by the end of our visit I was less so.
J. is also a pool shark. This is how he makes his living. I was also dubious of this so he took both V. (the woman who likes Dickinson) and me to a local bar and in one hour had relieved two guys of $75. It was all done very smoothly with then even giving him their phone numbers in the end asking for more games. Wow.
So I'm sure King of the Hill, even though his blog is now defunct, will get at least a chuckle out of this. Since he has pointed out my predilection toward hanging out with grifters and criminals and the such.
Why do you think I read so much Denis Johnson?
I will say this, they have sort of become a nice break from some of the snarky schoolmates I usually hang out with...
"I drew a map of Canada...oh Canada."
Ah yes. That was an interesting grift for two lonely painters to watch.
"And these lines in-between."
(- J. M.)
Posted by: V. | August 28, 2007 at 11:30 PM