There I was, man, tumbling down Beale Street
with my lid out looking for a couple of Lincolns to rub together
when this tall drink-of-water in a blue seersucker comes waltzing'
down my way. He looked like he was in a hurry, man, so I figured I
needed to open his reality and inform him how great the color
purple tasted. Or was it red? Anyway, I stepped in front of him but
he tried to dodge out of the way, man. I couldn't let him go. I had
to tell him about my far-out experience experimenting with legume
shaped gluconized pectin.
When I finished my tale he stood there for
a sec without sayin' nothin'; and then he spoke.
Excuse me, sir, but I don’t have any change. Good bye…
But he didn't move right away. He just
stood there, man. And then he told me:
Or, actually… I just might have a question for you. I’m looking
for a man here in town and you look like you get around a bit. He’s
a bit despondent, a little dejected, if you know what I mean; a
real melancholy sort. I met him a while back in court with those
flying brothers just west of here.
Anyway, three months ago I saw him in Overton Park playing with
five dogs. He made a quick phone call to a dude with a wand and a
mouse and then he left.
I saw him at least two times after that. He was heading for the
delta and was with a German pirate and it seemed like he was having
a great time. After that, I saw him and his wife near the art on
campus, you know, the metal one; she was on the phone. I started
towards them to say "Hi", but then they started making out. So, I
left.
On Independence Day I bumped into him and the Sicilian-surgeon. He
said that he hadn't met him before though he'd been in the area
before. Six times to be exact.
Then there was that time we played golf on the farm. He made
par. Me? I made it in four. That afternoon we ate sandwiches at
another park with a Vols Fan and a dolphin. We almost didn't get
there because of some faulty directions. The electronic navigator
routed us nine miles out of the way!
We were out of town, once, in Wynne, Arkansas and we saw a
caboose. The funny thing was that there was a barbershop quartet
performing nearby. Funnier that that: it had five members.
But the very last time I saw him was six days ago. He was on 7th
street listening to some man spouting something about colors,
electronic scavenger hunts and animals in cages. After that I tried
calling him every six hours of every day since. Today, I'm in town
selling vampire teeth and whoopee cushions. Can you help me?
I just stood there in awe with my sack of
candy in my hands, man. I told him that I see all kinds of folks
and that I couldn't help find his friend right now.
That's alright. Sometimes you have a candy-trail; sometimes you
have a mundane trail. They're both meaningless so what's the
difference? Me, I take the trail laid out before me and get rid of
what's left.
Then, he took one of my candies from my
open bag and then he was gone, mumbling something about
Tastykakes. I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, man.
Maybe because I want to know where that other dude is; or maybe
it's because of those magical legumes, man.
You are looking for a regular
Lock&Lock with a log book, a FTF prize, and a myriad of trade
items. Be smart in your approach. There is plenty of parking
nearby. No road access, please. Enjoy!
