promise 003

I can scarcely tell things apart, I\'m scared stiff amid this darkness. Nevertheless, I did make it. Pete\'s painting is right in front of me. I can see it now; it\'s about five by eight inches, business envelope size, oil on canvas. Its label reads: \"Female Spotted Hyena & Four Cubs\". In the picture, a ferocious mammal much larger than its own flaunt image, displays her pseudo-penis dangling above three half-eaten cubs. Uncertain, I count again the unlucky hyena babies. There are but three of them in deed. .......................................................................................... Pete Web paints since the early seventies but he is only sixty-something these days. Web\'s Web site Page starts with a short video where he and one underage fat girl engage in some rather atypical anal sex involving dangerous carpentry tools and various other promiscuous gadgets. He calls his young lady, Anna La, apropos of Shangri La I guess, or whatever. I have never cared to elucidate. Web sells LSD. When it comes to things, that\'s his occupation. Ever since I\'ve known him, he had always sold LSD, Page after Page. His mother was, and still is, his best customer. She does not buy it by the square as any other client does; she always bought it in huge quantities, by the Page, one or two at the time, depending on the discount she negotiated with her son. By the way, once she bought one entire stash, one whole Directory of it, thousands of doses. As a friend, I suggested Web to cool it a notch and stop advertising the sell of illegal drugs over the Net, not to mention the sex scene on his Web front Page. At least, to have the decency to self-censor the part where his mother is watching them going at it or please mute those funny squeals the elderly ogler squeaks. It is most unbecoming of a ninety-year-old nice and abjectly spaced-out grandma. He tells me, I\'m a big-time idiot and I\'ll never figure out how things work in the States. \"What can a dense Romanian understand? Look dick head! In this country we do whatever the fuck we want! Moreover, whilst we invented Canada, the rest of you losers, believed hot water was the warmer variety of the cold one. You Goddamn surfing Pechenegonians!\" It is true; sometimes my Web gets really tense, but he delivers. Web\'s old fashion though, he uses snail-DHL. ............................................................................................. Should I steal the painting? I don\'t know. It makes no sense. After all; it\'s my friend\'s property, I really don\'t know, should I snatch it or what? I hear some noises. Frozen I listen. There is something going on in the next room. Forget it! I grab the the picture and run. Once again, something is following me in the night rain. I run faster, faster and faster and when I gather enough guts, I look back. Behind me, one hyena puppy limps hurriedly on the glistening broken sidewalk. When I stop, he stops, when I move, he moves. The two of us, dripping wet, dissolving in the clammy night. The molten man, the already future beast A kind of us... an almost we Both randomly synchronized in a dance, I\'d rather not dance