Skunk:
What’s wrong with me tonight?
sighing
Skunk:
I just don’t, damn,
and
sighing again, stops momentarily.
Skunk:
I hate when something’s... wrong... when, when you feel you can’t put your
finger on it, you can’t, when you don’t actually know what it is you just feel
it, but you don’t... Like that time when I was sick but I didn’t, I wasn’t, you
remember when I was off work because I had that feeling. I just didn’t feel
right, and then when I got back and they wanted me to fill out the eh, the
absence sheet and it asks your reason for being off and I’d no idea what to
put. I think I wrote down something about eh, having s- eh, an uneasy stomach
with coupled with fatigue.
Sighing.
Skunk:
I know s-... When I was in the supermarket this evening they had these eh, toy,
not really toy but... scissors for children, they’re all plastic ehm, I
don’t actually know if they had any metal on them at all. I think the blades
may just have been plastic too, or if there was any metal on them it was
obviously very well ehm... closed in, and eh, the thing was that I mean I
probably wouldn’t have noticed them but we got some scissors into the shop this
afternoon, in a stationery delivery, not for selling just for ehm, staff use
and eh they are the biggest pair of scissors I’ve seen, I mean the biggest pair
of functional scissors I’ve seen, ehm... Really long blades very very
sharp and then tonight I saw this pair of, you know, a little plastic pair of
scissors for a child to use, and it was only when I saw them that I remembered
from, remember when I was in primary school, in... primary one I suppose eh, no
ehm, it must have been, I was about five or six, yes, and we got given eh d-,
instead of
now
conscious of another punctuating sigh.
Skunk:
We weren’t given scissors, you know, not even plastic scissors, I mean you get
the little scissors with the rounded ends, but... We were given eh, a sort
of... Remember in the restaurant that thing we used to spike the checks on, the
ehm, I don’t know I don’t know what the word for it is it’s just like a spike
on a wooden base, and it was kind of like that except that it had a wooden
handle, it’s almost like a ehm like a sharpened screwdriver
laughing
at the reference
Skunk:
and ehm, we were given these in lieu of scissors and a little brown mat each as
well, and the idea was you put your picture eh or whatever it was you wanted to
cut out, you put it on top of the brown mat and then you spiked all around, you
perforated it and then you could push it out and eh, I don’t actually remember
anything... I don’t remember any of us doing anything eh... malicious with
these things but... the potential for mayhem was far greater than that
of plastic scissors. Maybe they didn’t have plastic scissors when I was six or
seven, I don’t really remember. I don’t remember...
He
awoke knowing hunger, and his landlord’s voice calling him to the telephone.
