Friday, June 13, 2008

Buffalo Nickel

Mona asks us to use the word "change" as the word of the week. And I'm just a boy who cain't say no. This is fiction, by the way, not a confession.


This kinda crazy but basically pretty nice girl named Juliet who I was science partners with for a semester - kinda crazy because she actually thought she could mentally communicate with spiders, kinda crazy because she went out with guys who were way older, like out of school and with jobs already - anyway, she had stole some communion wine from the the Catholic school down the street, and we were in the cemetery drinking it, sitting against a headstone, passing the bottle back and forth. And Juliet told me this story about how one time she put a buffalo nickel on one of the graves. She liked the name on the gravestone, she said. She said she felt like she knew the guy, and so gave him the nickel, as a sort of present. She hopped the fence, went home, came back the next night.

"You can't tell anyone this next part," she said.

"Okay."

Promise," she said.

"I promise."

"There were five pennies there, on the grave," she said. "The next night. Instead of the nickel." She paused dramatically. "The dead gave me those pennies. Like, you know, ghosts or something."

I wanted to ask her if she really thought the dead had made change for her. If she really thought that was in the job description of a dead person, handing out change like the clerk down at the 7-11. But I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Plus, I guess I was sorta trying to get laid.

I didn't get laid. But we spent alotta nights out there, leaning against the tombstones, talking about whatever, passing the bottle, when we could find a bottle. And I kept my promise. I never told anyone about the nickel and the five pennies. About how the dead had made change for her.

Until now, of course.

10 comments:

meno said...

You probably didn't think so at the time, but it's probably a good thing you didn't get laid. (I mean by her.)

Rudi said...

Meno: What a "girl" answer. By that I mean smart, very likely correct and just NOT what a guy would say. :-)

Stucco would have left another Buffalo Nickel one night. Then swapped it secretly for one of these the next day. Returning with the funky chic the following night. It would have been a sign from the great beyond.

The whole collection can be seen .

Nancy Dancehall said...

LMAO @ Rudi.

I remember this story. :-)

Victoria Gothic said...

Do like. I’ve been gone a while, but its good to know some people are still out there continuing their work. If only I could manage that feat. But yeah, graveyards are interesting places. Its even more fun when you bring a Ouija board to scare the new comers. But I’m going to try that, dead men make some change.

Mona Buonanotte said...

I wonder if the dead validate parking? 'Cause I could use that more than change....

I Loved your story, seems you could make that part of a bigger story. You and Juliet and the dead people.

Clowncar said...

Well, Meno, it was the character who didn't get laid, not me. Although girls weren't exactly standing in line for the chance in my high school years....

Thanks for stopping by, Rudi. As long as he didn't leave a big pile of buffalo sh*t, I'm cool.

Actually, Nancy, I lost the orignal story, and had to recreate it on the fly. Lost a little in the process, I think.

Hey, nice to see you again, Vic. Graveyeards are nice places, yes. Although Ouija boards scare the f*ck outta me. I've heard too many genuinely scary stories about them. I'm a wimp. Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary....see, I can't even bring myself to type it a fifth time.

Yeah, Mona, it's more of a fragment than anything else. Juliet does show up in some other stories. Including one about her and those crazy spiders she talks to.

Jo said...

I like that kind of crazy. At least the person who took the nickel was honest--or just funny :)

I adore graveyards. We used to sneak out as kids to one of three places just to gab like philosophers--the cemetary, the traintracks, or the top of the monkeybars at a grade school.

Daisy said...

Will you write a book so I can read more? It doesn't have to be this. It can be anything. (But not the Mets). I just like the way you put words together. Though I suppose the point is that I can come here and read for free instead of having to buy a book. But the thing is, I could read the book on the train, as I commute. Hmm. I will just have to amuse myself and fantasize about the Yankees instead...

Clowncar said...

Thank you, Daisy. What a sweet thing to say. I did write a book, but no one bought it (it wasn't about the Mets). I'll give it another try someday soon, and if I get published, you'll be among the first to know.

Commuting to where? Do tell about your shiny new job.... And congratulations again.

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