Incident in the Dining Room

Posted on May 12, 2004 in College Soliloquy

In the corner round table of the dining hall, the windows looking out at modern walls, shades of beige, slit windows. Frasier in his Sunday morning pout, looking to fight and his chosen opponent is me. So proud to be better than me is he of the fat lower lip and chocolate frosting curls. An easy picking to be had in the tall guy majoring in the flimsy social science. The others watching: can I defend myself? I make a pretty poor show. Boy from San Bernardino, probable charity case, who should be changing spark plugs inside the brick walls of Zulch Auto Works. Picking engines apart. His is not to lead but to rebuild the work of others. Give the space to someone who has a true gift. They all say it now, seeing me played out as the fool. Though I respect Science, I am no Scientist. I don’t know what I am. Something in the big mixer in the back of the kitchen, a ball of dough missing the yeast.

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Zulch Auto Works sound familiar? Frank Zappa saddled me with this.