Green!

     "What are we doing? Look! We're upcycling! It's proven, sensible, the only thing to do these days. You read? Time Magazine featured this concept - I'm applying it! It's a life-cycle issue: I've completed the analysis, look - what goes in the pipe, what comes out of the pipe! I bet you didn't even know there was a pipe! Green! Shouldn't we be GREEN! Everyone else is GREEN! I want to be green too! Me and the little guy here! Look at him, tell her - go ahead, tell her!"
     "Green, Papa."
     "See, he knows, we'll be LEED certified, right here! BOnk! BOnk!"
     "BOnk!"
     "GGC, ISO, MFA - that's right, it's a work of art! I'm going for my Masters! Right Munchkin?"
     "Right Papa!"
     "Put down the scissors and move away from my son."
     "Your son? Yours? Hmm... looks like my son to me! And this? My hair now! He doesn't need it, I need it - up-cycling! Not just recycling, re-purposing! Think of it! Reclamation! Re-Happy!"
     "Re-Happy! Papa!"
     "That's right little man! Re-Happy! Your hair on my head! A little glue - recycled glue! Yes, yes, yes!"
     "You're impossible."
     "Tell it to the planet!"

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As noted in "Knucklehead Convergence" - noir meets metaphysical porn; if doesn't glue Roberto to the world, nothing will!

Therapy in December

This story will be available in "Baldie Stories 1", through Kindle.

Collaboration

     “Poppa di—di-ill-gun Buzzzz! ina woot wit Mason!”
     “Yes, but you have the sixteenth bit there, it’s too small. The nails will get stuck.”
     “Big Big one! Dis one dill bits!”
     “Yes, that one – here, like this, with… careful, sharp.”
     “No Ouch! Macy Zupp-Zupp – ina woot for BIG scup-cha!”
     “Eighth is good, the nails will fit, here – drill here, and here and careful!”
     “Big Big Big! High ina sky scup-cha onna wall Macy N Poppa makeit!”
     “And Momma, Momma too. Listen, she makes the big decisions; we fabricate.”
     “Cate! Good Cate! Naiel-it!”
     “here, we put the nails in from behind, take the hammer…”
     “Hamma! Mamma Hamma Mamma….!”
     “Quiet about the hammer – don’t….”
     “What hammer? You aren’t giving him the hammer are you? He’ll sever a finger… Who has the nails? He doesn’t have the nails, does he?”
     “Hold the hammer like this and.. NO! not on the window! Like this, from the back, and that’s it – we put the corks on the front, right over the nails.
     “Hamma! Scup-“
     “We need more drawing on this – where’s the pencil – here, you draw, around here, where we put the spackle…”
     “MORE SPACK! MORE!”
     “You have to take it up wit Momma, she’s no-go on the spackle – aesthetic decision.”
     “Who’s calling me? You’re not putting on more spackle are you? We’ll have to get out the sand paper again!”
     “Just draw; why aren’t you drawing? Here, no, right here –NO, right here- No…”
     “Whaaaa!”
     “Why is he crying? I hear him crying. I’m trying to get the right corks here, can’t I get the – He is crying – he didn’t hammer his finger off did he?”
     “Mason, stop being fickle, no one likes a fickle artist – draw here – this is a collaboration…”
     “No!”
     “Hey, he’s saying he won’t do it.”
     “Tell him it looks right.”
     “He just won’t.”
     “No coaburate! No!”
     “Ouch!”
     “What happened?”
     “Poppa no coaburate! Sky-hi scup-cha! Mason make it!”
     “Hey! Hey!”
     “What now!”
     “MY head, hey, cut it out – he’s – he’s drawing on my head…”
     “Hey, that’s not bad – better than this mess.”
     “Poppa hed-scup-cha! Up up sky high!”
     “You too… very nice.”
     “Momma ha-ha-ha laf-hing!”
     “You all laugh. Go ahead. We’ll see, just wait, we’ll see.”