So i read the book the road less travelled and then i set about telling the truth wherever i went cos it seemed like a very good idea of scott pecks at the time and also i was on that stupid road...the do-gooders halo inducing hum an incantation and get meditating psuedo realism spirit puking road to nowhere thing.1
anyway one month later when i am homeless and living the truth of telling the truth....big fucking con deal this whole truth thing... i meet this guy. hes standing behind me in the queue waiting for the phone.2
hes got that beggar regulation yellow scab stained look with the obligatory washed in a muddy puddle uniform on...so i decide on the spur of the moment to play middleaged homeless fairy godmother.....so we go to the local hospital first and get him sorted out cos hes got some illness or other to do with thin blood.i give him half of my money buy him dinner and then take him round debenhams with my barclaycard. i am not rich and even less rich by the time we have finished but i am having a time like i am going to be dead tomorrow so whoop it up whoopy doo time. lo and behold hes a man not a scum scabbed hilliebilly now he's fully clothed and hes walking upright. not that he walked like an ape with a back problem before but he had that clothes clinging onto a thin bent wire hangerlook before.Hes suddenly very goodlooking in a rip his clothes off any minute kinda way but i resist seeing as i am being virtuous due to scott peck sitting on my shoulder and watching my every wand swirl. Anyway we keep meeting people he knows and he is so nice to everyone it makes me wonder if he is scott pecks long lost last surviving relic of reading the road less travelled and people keep telling me good lad he is like hes the latest messiah from debenhams window3
Anyway he says its like a small miracle and that he would willingly cut off his leg for me which makes me feel like vomitting as thats one of my fears and that now he feels happy to be around people. i am basking in it all. just had a hell of a week being homeless and its not over yet...still got to find somewhere to live that isnt a money soaker hotel...so then he mentions his guitar is in hock. well i am still on the stupid peck road less travelled and trying to live in the moment....i.e. not worry about the past or the future so i think lets get it so out comes the last of the cash and we get his guitar back.4
then we sits outside the pub and he sings and he plays. and guess what he's terrific.he has a voice like sex. turns out he used to have his own band until he got ill with his thin blood thing and had to go in hospital and the police raided his flat and smashed the door down so then burglars got in and stole all the bands gear.so he lost his livelihood and his flat. people are clapping now and cheering he's so good. he sings a song he wrote and its brilliant. hes so good i dont even feel like clapping when hes finished. i just kinda sit there all quiet and soothed.5
its the calmest i felt in months. its like the nightmare vanishes for a while sitting there. so then i decide to be his agent and we get rich and famous..nah we go back to my room and drink whiskey and he teaches me a bit of the guitar and sings some more...and its like i dont have to rip off his clothes to have sex, i just have to open my ears and suck him in and my lust is satiated....then he gets so pissed and i have to go and he has to go. he sleeps in his mates backgarden in some sort of shelter there. hes not allowed in the house. his mum and dad gave him away when he was little to a home, he has scars where hes tried to kill himself. hes had visions ... and hes trying to get into the local farm run by the church for abandoned wrecks but he has to prove that he is the new messiah from debenhams shop window, trustworthy and off drugs and drink first.6
hope he is still alive.7
Author notes
scott peck wrote the book 'the road less travelled which is all about spiritual types of things like being in the present moment and being aware and telling the truth where ever you go as though the truth is the only thing you have thats real from god so you let it out and things chnage or don't but if you keep them in you probably get ill. anyway i think that's what he said but he took a whole lot longer and made it into a book
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Very nice. I really miss the guitarist in the end. "he has a voice like sex" I know what that's like, you phrased it bluntly, beautifully, and exactly as it feels.
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Ahhhhh....wonderful story. I love your descriptiveness in this. Describing the beggar, and you, and then after he is clean, and the sex, and the later sex which is different and in your ear (which i think might be illegal). I like how you said it was so good you didn't feel like clapping. Man, that makes perfect sense. Just so good you are in awe, and you worded it perfectly, and if i'm ever in a similar situation, i am going to steal that line from you and act like i am a freaking beautiful poet. Then i will feel bad, and probably have to say, no, i didn't come up with that...hmm, no i probably won't. They'll think i'm a stud, and i'll let them. But you and i both know that i think you are ...well, not a stud, but the female equivalent. Very nice. How's that. Great story, thanks for the glimpse into an extraordinary event. Should i check out that book?
Peace,
Lo
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wow plinks, you know i said the other day about you being the stevie smith of all poetry? i was kind of meaning her 'novel on yellow paper' rather than her poetry and i've never read your stories before and now i have and you seem more like her than ever. if you could ramble like this with lots of other little stories but all in one big sort of monologue i'm sure you'd get it published! i loved it!!! i must read your other stories.....
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i should probably kill myself for not reading this yet. this is... asgdkgfaw;fe
fuck, whatever
gimme gimme
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Hey, while you are passing our favors, i could use a few QUID. quid indeed. Where do you people come up with this shit? sqiddly diddly on deck with his swabbing mop shining up the deck like a good soldier.
I do love this story so tho. Not because of your story of this guy and the good deed you done him, but because of the way you set the table to do so. Your initial description of him is exhilerating. And your descriptions in general throughout are effective and provocative. But what else was I to expect from the great and powerful plinky? A few quid? -
david thiaw
this is cool stuff......i don't know what the Road Less Travelled is but i do get the impression of is this a good life to lead? and i think it is, you know, the carpe diem mentality and that. but praps not. in any case, good write here. i enjoyed it muchly, the slight surreality of it and so forth. you are quite the spiffy one, i'm coming to realize. -
wow, another really great story. I never read road less travelled, but i think you give me the general idea. I love how random the act was, and how flitty like memories on fastforward this is. Awse
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Good evening! Sister Plink, this is quite a tale. Well threaded and told. When you are sick of the fame and fortune of poetry and modern art (and of course diva-hood) you should take up writing Essays of Life. It would be a large pink leather bound book not unlike those that pass from generation to generation due to their brilliance and value. You would probably have to leave and go on book tours and interviews wearing tweed (does tweed make you itch at all?), drinking whiskey with all the other famous essayist and perhaps even have a late night tv show in which you sit across a very formal oak table discussing all the important things about this world with other important people and manniquins. Damn another talent you have. I'm so darn happy, I love you and can't be envious in any way t'all. (but really, this was quite excellent - sad - real - unreal - and so plink). love you.
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Well Told
Ah.... a snippet from the road less traveled.
This rings with hope and sadness and yet, in the end, is an experience that doesn't turn out to be life altering, but rather just something one looks back on and wonders at.
Well told Plinky - your true nature shines brightly in this dark little corner of the world. I enjoyed it very much.
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