Espresso Machine
espresso machine
an exercise in chaos-telling
Andi and I never went on anything that could be interpreted as dates after we moved into the third floor two-bedroom apartment that had two balconies with her cat Kyo and that apartment complex was called Anchor Pointe
together
semblances of grace Kyo and later Yuki were friends and friends too lost Yuki the siamese kitty my only you-might-say-son littered with nature-bent toward selfish fits of arrogant madness I used to take him places like the tattoo parlor when I introduced myself he sat on my shoulder the whole time but he wasn't there for the inking itself all sparkly spelled in spontaneity
With echoes of Dennis and how we laughed amidst the shadows and how Sylvia (the black cat) came over to visit perchance to stay she always took to me but right away took to domineering over Kyo and Yuki (whom I had named Demon -- so in essence he had two somehow incommensurable
So I took her back to Dennis's like Kayla took me back to Savers where we both worked while we both separately went to college locally with similar interests heck she was a spit-fire when she wanted and the way she said my name somehow also incommensurable
As far as I have fallen from the Grace of those days in her presence like that day we played ping pong together in the Atwood Commons and I mean together in the sense of two balls simultaneous so that we were working together to keep them going and it was fun and she showed remarkable skill with a paddle and the balls had drawings of mallard ducks on them all before she dropped me off at Savers where we both worked and Andi did too and a year or two later Kayla's car was totalled in a collision with a deer
Last week I had to drive 94W about 30 minutes in a 21 CR-V to deliver it as a rental vehicle to a customer whose Fit was being serviced through us, and the little city I went to was her neck of the woods growing up and a block from the customer's house was an official green street sign with her last name on it and how that was another turn of the knife in the gut
Or Ethan G grabbing the wheel malevolently and at length while also throttling me with his other arm but at least he got out and walked the rest of the way and it was in the snow after I told him to get out and I will Prolly always have shadowy feelings for him and Peter R too and obviously those are at least four different stories
The only motorcycle I ever rode on was Andi's lil Honda Rebel out to that moment of bliss at the beach and out in the middle of Warner Lake becuz I'm chicken-skit when it comes to motorcycles and how that Rebel according to mutually known Jon G got stolen sometime after she up and quit right after she finally got promoted to manager and that was after I got fired for swearing and that was after Kayla put in her two weeks fulfilled them and moved on and sometime between me getting fired and her up-and-quitting was the last time we ever spoke
It's sad that the story I'm about to tell you is true. The fact that it is becuz it is the story of a bridge that will never be rebuilt and the fact that it went up in the flames of the selfishness and carelessness of my mid-twenties does not make it objectively worse becuz it is already bad enough as it is
The reason this true-to-life story is about an espresso machine is becuz the only espresso machine I ever bought I bought as a gift for Andi while we were roomies, but I was the only one who ever used it. Sadly that sums up the whole relationship for
#foundation #freewrite #story #chaos #art
