That's nice honey or more bigmouthery from Trump CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
That's nice, honey
Trump said to himself loud enough for the fly to pick up "I'd rate those two from 'model material' to 'once in a lifetime'
The two women and one of the guys sit in the back and one guy sits in the front. His woman is behind me and she is talking.
"He's watching the television and I come out of the shower dripping wet, wearing a towel and I sit next to him and snuggle up. He says 'I love you honey, could you move over?'
"I get in front of the television and drop my towel. Fuckin' damned football. I'm doing this yoga contortion standing right in front of the TV. My foot is up on my shoulder! He says That's nice honey. Would you move over?
The other woman in back says "ask the cabbie, ask the cabbie"
The scorned woman says "Driver do you think there's anything wrong with me?"
Trump says "nope" in fact, he tells her " I'd rate you somewhere between model material and once in a lifetime. The guy isn't well."
A Fly on the Wall
And a fly is always buzzing around seeing things her own way.
Steve Urban and his live-in girlfriend Stephanie Smith were indeed having problems.
Stephanie really had first sat next to Steve on the sofa wet and in a towel and snuggled and she indeed got nowhere with that. It was no exaggeration either that she had taken a difficult yoga stance in the nude and right in front of the TV and was gently shooed away. A fly, one of mine, sat on the wall watching the whole thing, seeing everything more than Yossarian's twice. The fly saw Steve grab a newspaper and roll it up. When she saw Steve look her way she flew off to the kitchen and hid under the stove.
I should describe myself more so you can visualize me telling you all of this. I'm getting old, have a full head of poorly cut ten dollar haircut hair from three weeks ago. I have gray hair and an unevenly trimmed salt and pepper beard. I don't smile much mainly because my teeth and gums are ugly. I mean I do smile Mona Lisa style but you never see what's behind my lips. Even when I laugh. I'm five ten and weigh around 250. I wear off the rack suits, of which I own three. None of that is going to change when I get my hands on the nine hundred and twenty-three dollars and twenty- three cents that are buried somewhere in Brooklyn's Prospect Park.
I think this Dullard Donald Trump this taxi driver is entertaining delusions of grandeur. He's talking into his cell phone. Clearly he's trying to make a recording of his voice. It looks like he thinks he's going to write a screenplay.
"Now the opening scene with the opening credits:
"You have an aerial view of a bunch of taxis speeding up the FDR Drive at night. In the first second the view is like a fly eye view, segmented and multiple. The Background Music-
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Wagner - Die Walküre: "The Ride of the Valkyries"
"Okay, the fly is hovering in front of the window of my taxi (I'm in the opening screen credits scene) and you get the fly eye view (many fragmented identical images) of me driving the taxi with a big chocolate chip cookie in one hand a diet soda in the other, sort of driving with my wrists and elbows while I snack and Wagner is blasting over WQXR. The fly buzzes inside and sits on the rear view mirror and looks at the passenger seat, where you see the fly eye view of the back of a woman with long blonde hair. She is on top of some guy whose hands are massaging her back. Then back to the formation of rolling taxis going up the FDR Drive, zooming out, credits finished.
"There will be a scene with Soshtakovich's Fifth In the Background. Mamadou is directing or rather conducting taxi traffic, dipstick baton in hand as Alicia looks out on the scene from her kitchen window on the seventeenth floor. Shoshtakovich's fifth is the background music, but loud, maybe foreground music is a better term. Mamadou has the same music coming through his earphones. Yeah, I know. Something, isn't it?
"Then I look into the camera. 'Why is a stupid taxi driver listening to classical music?' So I gotta answer this for the audience.
"''You see, I Listen A Lot To WQXR through most of my twelve hour shift. I went to public school in the days when Housing Project kids were taught to play instruments, to paint, and even taught musical theory. In the Taxi I rediscovered Classical Music. WQXR 96.3 FM, thank you even if you are part of The New York Times.
There will be a scene featuring our Maoist taxi driver set to Music like this, Reggaeton from Venezuela. I Listen a lot to Mo'Glo music hour which is on the air midnight to one am New York time on WNYC 91.5 FM (in conjunction with kexp.org). Oh, seven nights a week.
Brenda the aging fortysomethingish Maoist cabbie wears her Palestinian shawl (her keffiyeh) and stands in front of the supermarket around the corner from the garage before shift change, saying "watch Bill Pardavian explain what's happenin' to you." handing out flyers as the Reggaeton is blasting. (she is wearing earphones).
Castro is dressed way down, like a dumpy man with a bad haircut and cheap slacks. This is to throw off possible robbers. He's the garage owner. Castro walks by Alicia, wearing a wry grin. He shakes his head in the negative and asks Alicia if she is going to work tonight. She affirms and continues handing out flyers proclaiming a youtube broadcast of Bill Pardavian, long exiled leader of the US Maoist Movement who gives a talk about food and gas prices, that, the flyer says, is "essential for understanding the beast and what is happening to you." Flyers litter the ground around her as the housing project women get a look at Pardavian's image (his fat sixtyish self in silly looking Sergeant Pepper style cap is on the flyers) and most then drop it to the ground.
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