sorrydontsuitme | (no subject)

Seems like there's some big-ass effort going on, spearheaded by the dentist, Norma Rae -- no, his name's Bernie but he just can't help himself -- to build a big sign in the sand, and he's trolling for help. Trolling for help only means one thing: ain't no one too interested in the project, or they'd all be down there already and wouldn't no one be begging him for help. Yeah, he listens to the plan, but the last damn thing he feels like doing after all that prying mussels off rocks and standing at the edge of the path going into the jungle watching for Freckles and the doc and generally waiting for the clock to count down is haul rocks. Even though, like the dentist says, if he's got the time to fix up his tent he's got the time to haul rocks but no dice; he don't owe no one here nothing.

With Freckles gone, he don't even have anyone who comes close to getting what he's all about, and so he declines the dentist's offer as polite as possible, which means he just tells the guy he'll pass. There ain't long to go now; if he had a watch he'd be watching it like no one's damn business, second for second. But he ain't got no watch, so he kind of has to play it by ear.

Ain't no successful prisoner exchange and it's way too soon to expect that anyhow; he knows just how far away they got to go.

Ain't nothing happening at the beach camp, except Aunt Suzy and his wife Rose all arguing.

Ain't no one stealing babies or rooting around for his guns.

Yeah, just another damn day in paradise. Stomach rumbling, he sets out for that food drop to see what's there.

And then he ain't in paradise no more, just like that.