Sunday, April 18, 2010

Bibles and Blueprints (crash WALKER Chapter 6)


The bright green GTO screamed down the 101 Freeway going north from Tarzana with an insane woman in blood red Capri pants, black hair, and an even blacker eyepatch. Crash Walker continuously looked behind the rear window. "You can slow down now. I think we lost them".
"Lost them? They never followed us, I just like driving fast".
"No way, I could have sworn I saw their car tailing us back in Calabasas".
"Uh-uh, Cowboy", she pressed in the cigarette lighter and shoved a Kent cigarette in her red lipstick lips. "Wrong".
"I swear they were following us-"
"What were they driving?"
Crash shut up. He couldn't remember, maybe she had a point, maybe he just imagined that whole thing. "Well?" she lit up.
"I don't know, but cool it baby, you're burning out your tires". She slammed on her accelerator, cutting lanes and getting honked at by angry tourists in campers and station wagons. She cackled like a witch.
"Shit, they're playing my song - TURN IT UP!!!"
"I won't cry out for justice - admit that I was wrong,
I'll stay in hibernation - til the talk subsides is gone,
My social life's a dud - my name is really mud,
I'm up to here in lies- guess I'm down to size", she sang along with the radio.

"Slow down, chick", Walker yelled over the clanky guitars and buzzy bass. "You kinda-sorta know who I am, but what's your name, anyway?"
"April Van Winter, yeah, I know, my parents thought calling me April Winter was funny, too, assholes. Too bad about the house fire that killed them. Accidents will happen", she puffed away.
"April Van Winter? I remember you. You were the heiress that became a stunt woman and dropped out of the biz".
"Can't seem to talk about the things that bother me,
Seems to be what everybody has - against me!" she sang along with the radio.

"Here's the situation - and how it really stands,
I'm out of circulation - I've all but washed my hands,
My social life's a dud - my name is really mud,
I'm up to here in lies - guess I'm down to size, to sizzzzeee". She honked her horn along to the drum beats, scaring the shit out of the motorcyclists growling around her car. "I never quit showbiz, Cowboy. I just moved to Italy and became a horror film star. You're going to help me make my American comeback".
"How am I supposed to do that, by being driven to Thousand Oaks? If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were driving me down to Camarillo, hmmm....I know somebody in Camarillo, he's a guest at a nursing home there."
April Van Winter turned to Walker with a sweet smile on her face. "Nursing home? Is that what they're calling the State Hospital there nowadays?"
"No, not that, come on, you're not taking me there", Walker trembled, freaked out.
"You'll thank me later", she kissed him on the cheek,"After all, it's Father's Day".

After getting the go-through the front gate and a pat down by the security guard ("worse than Paramount studios", grumbled Walker), the GTO pulled into the parking lot, Van Winter standing by the hood of her car, waving sweetly goodbye to him.
"You'd better be here when I get back", Walker spat angrily.
"I will, we have a movie to talk about. Say hi to Papa".

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Arthur Szymzcyk walked into the courtyard, his thick horn-rimmed glasses foggy and rumpled bed clothes mixed with a collegiate professor's jacket (with felt patches) on. In one hand was a notebook with crayons, in the other his favorite pipe. He smiled at the sight of Crash. "Harold! My boy!" he ran to him and they hugged. "Sit, sit, sit, son. My favorite television star in the entire meta-galaxy. You're more than a star, you're a constellation of entertainment!" he laughed, breaking out into a cough.

"Easy, Dad, don't get too excited", Walker whispered. The coughing died down, and Mr. Szymzcyk waved over a nurse. "Okay if my boy lights an old man's pipe?" The nurse nodded.
As his pipe was being lit, he muttered, "Wrangler's Canyon, huh? I never miss an episode. Wow...hey you got a pen on you? They give me these terrible crayons. They think I'm going to poke my eyes out with a Bic Finewriter, can you imagine?"
"Yeah, crazy, I mean, that's funny. I think I have one on me, it kinda goes out sometimes".
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, great, buddy. You never know when you need to write something really important down. Inspiration never sleeps, kiddo".

Mr. Szymzcyk began writing in his notebook, occasionally using his pipe as a ruler for concocting diagrams in his book. "Look time no see, son. What brings you here? Hmmm?"
"I got into a terrible fight with some guy at a party and the morning after he was found dead. Everybody thinks I did it, I got kicked off the show, and I'm stuck doing stupid toy commercials to pay the rent. I don't know, I-"
"Did you do it?" he asked, not lifting his head from his diagrams.
"Of course I didn't do it. I wouldn't kill anybody, you know that".
"No, you surely wouldn't", he lifted his face from his book, and said slowly. "But it takes people to think of ways to kill other people".
"You're not supposed to think about things like that".
"No, of course not. You think of new ways to kill people and then they just discard you like a used Kleenex."
Crash shut up, and just sat there. He didn't have anything to say to his father any more. He knew what was to follow.
"But I don't have it as bad as my Jewish counterparts in the Soviet Union. All they want is a visa to move to Israel and they get put in an asylum to rot for the rest of their lives. Can you imagine that? After all the work they do for their country? Fucking Russian bastards. Still keeping up on your chess?"
"Yes, Dad", he lied. He hated chess.
"Chess!" he lifted his pipe in the air. "Sport of kings!"
Crash yawned.

"Does Mom ever come to visit?"
"Your mother, she couldn't keep the secrets I had to keep. The pressure must have been terrible on her. The X-14 missile and Mojave T-390 rocket, I told her not to look at them, they followed us around but she talked to the neighbors, talked to her friends in temple".
Crash was bored and just wanted to be back in his crummy apartment. He hated talking to his father, always did. Always made him feel like the least important part of his life. His stupid blueprints, fuck his boring blueprints. Space craft, war machines, bombing machines. Fuck it all. After staring at a hot blonde nurse he noticed a familiar figure walking towards her. Jack Duffy, cartoon king, and founder of Duffyland. Visiting or checking in? He was reputed to be as nutty as Howard Hughes.

"Okay, look, I have to go back to work but it's been nice to see you. You can keep my pen, and uh, here's a book of matches, don't let the nurses see you with them, Dad? Dad?"
Mr. Szymzcyk had his head hung down, his voice rising.
"I looked, and behold, a whirlwind came out of the north - and out of the midst thereof came the likeness of four living creatures. Every one had four faces, and every one had four wings".
"Dad? Dad?" Nurses were rushing over to them.
"Their wings were joined one to another - they turned not when they went - they went every one straight forward! The likeness of their faces, one had the face of a man, one had the face of a lion, on the right side - the face of an ox, left side - and the face of an eagle".
"Get the jacket, Bill, he's going into an episode".
The old man's voice rose, louder and louder. Everyone stared. "Their wings were stretched upward! Two wings were joined one to another, and two covered their bodies! And they went every one straight forward - whither the spirit was to go , THEY WENT! And, and , and - they turned not when they went!!!"
"Dad! STOP!!!"
A nurse grabbed his father and the other pulled his arms behind him and strapped on a coat of backwards sleeves.
"The creature's appearance was like, like, like...BURNING COALS OF FIRE! Like the appearance...of TORCHES! It went up and down among the living creatures - the fire was bright! AND OUT OF THE FIRE WENT FORTH LIGHTNING!"
Mr. Szymzcyk was carried back into the Spanish mission-styled mental facility.
"bUrN Th3 Blu3Pr1ntS! bUrN Th3 Blu3Pr1ntS! BUrN ThE Blu3Pr1ntS! bUrN Th3 Blu3Pr1ntS! bUrN ThE Blu3Pr1ntS! bUrN Th3 Blu3Pr1ntS! bUrN ThE Blu3Pr1ntS!"

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3 comments:

Busy Gal said...

I didn't expect this turn at all.... You need to follow this up asap.

Anders said...

The blueprint picture, is it any royalties or limitations on it?

Andy 7 said...

The blueprints were pulled from Google Images, so they can be reposted just as you would any image displayed there.