Bang Howdy from the Plateau
Holà
This is a little story about Làré MOºless
…for the last 13 years, kitty corner from Mega Slice 2-4-1 just up from Mac Do’s next to Ti’ Coq and the giant green neon tooth Làré MOºless has been closeted above the Viet Tan Dinh drugstore on the Plateau Mont Royal.
A vent overlooks this strip of Siren Alley, between avenue de Lorimier & rue Papineau: a world populated by synaptic shortouts lithium overloads and white trash Tennessee top hats of the zombie zone, who collide with calamitous catastrophic colour in the slam-bam that is the tohu-bohu of east central Montréal…serenaded 24 –7 by ambulances and fire trucks alike Làré has developed a once rare but increasingly more common form of tinitus and has lost all sense of meaningful dialogue with inanimate objects…
Evenings will find Làré playing the clarinet accompanied by the beat-box bongo and chronic contrapuntal ceiling thumps from the downstairs tenants…most Sinday mornings Làré strums the banjo creating a personal soundscape to the action in the park on the south side near the Arena…Làré occasionally works in the bakery Les Co’pains d’abord, one block & two doors down & frequently dreams of playing kalimba in a C &W band or even a death-core band…he has a couple of close friends Elmore Phôngh and Mango Sam… sometimes they come to visit. Làré has two cats: Henry & Armstrong (both are now gender free but were mistakenly named for "toms" in their former lives …quelle surprise ! quelle addition !)
Earlier times were wasted on travels and soul searching while education during the formative years (including a stint as a Cholmeleian) was at best sketchy and totally lost on a gypsy mind with an atrophied curiosity for any empiricism of the temporal plane…
Làré’s Mum, Berneice tells him that there is no future in kalimba playing and he should stop dreaming so much and get some real friends…
Làré speaks in tongues; working French ,fluent Anglais has a cursory knowledge of Joual and is currently working on a lexicon of telepathic commands for pet owners of lower invertebrates
Apart from wearing size 10 earmuffs and gloves there are no other obvious birth defects…
Làré lives frugally (supporting himself through Pyramid Schemes & Blood Banks) and against all odds of survival, fuelled by an acute lack of ambition, plods on with bourgeois purpose maintaining a sub-level of existence, crowned by a relentless religious devotion to social irresponsibility…
fave chemical is: orgone
pet peeve is: gravity
claim to fame is: has never done it all
one wish is: to be raptured
Làré watches the clouds
and waits for the signs…
(to be cont’d.)
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