I was surprised to find

I was surprised to find pages from my long lost mini-comic (in much higher resolution than they deserve) on my friend Cedric’s old band Outhouse’s website. I scanned those pages for him 2 years ago on my roommate’s PC, gave them to Cedric on a big stack of discs, and pretty much forgot about them. Now here they are, a slow-loading snapshot of my 20-year-old psyche.

The accordian player came back

The accordian player came back a year or two ago. I see him walking up Denny or Olive sometimes with his big black dog & his big brown dog. I’m speaking, of course, about the man who plays Beatles & Billy Joel tunes on Broadway. He was always there, then he was gone for a long time, & then one day he was back.

When he came back he had a mustache, the big black dog & the original big brown dog (though a little greyer). But after awhile it was just him & the black dog. And now he has a new brown dog.

I’ve never talked to him. I wouldn’t know what to say. He’s just there, like the piano man. (And he plays a pretty fine version of Piano Man by the way.)

I’m on a bus &

I’m on a bus & I realize that all of my cash is in the wrong type of currency. I’ll need to make a transaction soon, so I go up to childhood acquaintance Ronnie & ask him to change my money into dollars. He trades me a stack of twenties & a few small bills for my foreign currency & I return to my seat.

Later I notice that the new money has a pulpy texture. I’m worried that I might have been given counterfeit money, so I search through the money: Among the ones & fives there’s a tiny four dollar bill. On the back of one of the twenties where it usually says “Twenty Dollars”, it says “Play Money” & the rest of the twenties have disclaimers printed on the front that indicate that the bills are counterfeit.

Confetti/mini-flyers covered with illustrations, slogans,

Confetti/mini-flyers covered with illustrations, slogans, & non sequiters in flurries around the sidewalks – apparently dropped by protestors: “viva zapata – viva zapata”, “GENERAL STRIKE NOW!!!”, “Fuck Authority!”, & the conflicting sentiments: “QUIT BEING PASSIVE” & “>whyvote >whyvote >whyvote”

The “Light up the night! Meet at crack park in Belltown, tonight at dusk.” mini-flyer from last year is still floating around here somewhere.