Rolling My Eyes

Sitting in the back of the car, Tommy was sad Barbara would not allow him to get a dog. He had wanted one so bad. For so many years. The world rolled by fast, as Dave drove down country back roads and the fields of corn sure were boring for Tommy. So he asked, "Why are all of us dressed in white?" "It's Sunday; it’s God's Day. White represents the cleanliness that He wants us to live our lives with." "Oh," said Tommy. "And white clothes also keep us cool on terrible days such as today," she continued, and then to her husband, Dave, "If we put the top up, we can put on the air." Dave laughed and reached over to pat her leg, but otherwise, ignored her. "What does the color green mean, Barbara?" Tommy had picked his nose and was looking at a booger. It was too hot in the church, so some of the boys had brought the long wooden pews outside and set them up along the side of the church. Most churches Tommy had been to we...

Later on, Edward Julian Watson was sitting in a jail cell and the local police force were ignoring his pleas to use the telephone again. He had tried to use it several times, but when he had picked up the reciever, there was no way in hell he could bring himself to dial his mother's phone number. "Everybody sucks!" Edward Julian Watson screamed through the bars and the officers in the lunch room laughed. They had been laughing at him for the past three hours. Jimmy popped his head out the door and yelled, "Shut-up, tough guy, or I am going to go arrest some bikers to throw in there with you!" Edward Julian Watson sat down, cross-legged on the floor. It was almost lunchtime. Maybe he would go on a hunger strike. Maybe he was gonna sue the badge right off that stupid nigger cop too... Nobody offered Edward Julian Watson lunch. But they finally did let him the chance to make another phone call. An hour and half after he had shut his mouth. Edward Julian Watson...

Edward Julian Watson arrived to pick-up Becki at 10 p.m. He was at least seven hours late. At 8 o'clock that evening, Becki had told Ms. Johnson, "Just tell him I went out." And Ms Johnson did as requested, always willing to keep her tenants satisfied. "Sorry, sir, but Becki is out," she informed Edward Julian Watson. "If you just let me go up and knock the door to her room, I know she is home," he wanted to convince. But Ms. Johnson just shook her head at him. "I'm sorry, sir. There are no visitors in the rooms after 9 p.m. and its an hour past now. If this is important, I can leave her a note to get a hold of you when she arrives home." "But you see, she is spending the weekend with me. This is how I know she is not out." Edward Julian Watson was becoming indignant. "Oh, no, sir. Becki went out with a nice boy tonight. His Daddy is a banker and his shoes and his hair were so shiny. Oh, and so was his smile! He dr...

Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high. Mostly with other people. But that had not been happening too much lately. There is no Tommy. There is no Krystal. There is no one who wants to know her. Except Billiy-Boy. Always fucking Billy-Boy. And Phillip. And Phillip is so popular. And he is so blonde and blue eyed. He says he will talk to her in front of others--but he doesn't; at Minnie's request. He really wants to walk her home at night. It surprises Minnie how much you can get to know when people claim you as invisible. She hears a lot of conversations these days. "I bought some new lipstick..." "That Susan Howe makes me so mad..." "I love Patrick sooo much..." "I love the colour. It's great, right?" "I am gonna punch her in the face, I swear." "I just know he is going to ask meee out." Melaine, Sandra and Nancy; smoking, in a circle of self-interest. And she hears Phillip ...