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Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

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    12:56a
    Thinking I'd like to sign as soon as possible no...
    Thinking I'd like to sign as soon
    as possible no matter what Wireman thought of the
    492
    contract, just to get these pictures off the Key
    and it wasn't fire I was worried aboutUnbottling
    might be fairly common among artists who began
    later in life, but forty-one paintings on Duma Key
    were at least three dozen too manyI could feel
    their live presence in this room, like electricity
    in a bell jar
    Of course, Dario and Jimmy felt it, tooThat was
    part of what made those fucking pictures so
    effective
    xiii
    I joined Wireman and Elizabeth for coffee at the
    end of El Palacio's boardwalk the next morningI
    was down to nothing but aspirin to get going, and
    my Great Beach Walks were now a pleasure chanel jewelry instead
    of a challengeEspecially since the weather had
    warmed up
    Elizabeth was in her wheelchair with the remains
    of a breakfast pastry scattered across her tray
    It looked to me as if he'd also managed to get
    some juice and half a cup of coffee into herShe
    was staring out at the Gulf with an expression of
    493
    stern disapproval, looking this morning more like
    Captain Bligh of HMS Bounty than a Mafia don's
    daughter
    "Buenos días, mi amigo," Wireman saidAnd to
    Elizabeth: "It's Edgar, Miss EastlakeWant to say hello?"
    "Piss shit head rat," she saidIn any
    case, she said it to the Gulf, which was still
    dark blue and mostly asleep
    "Still not so good, I take it," I saidShe's gone down before and come back up, gold gucci watches but
    she's never gone down so far
    "I still haven't brought her any of my pictures to
    look at
    "No point right now He handed me a cup of black
    coffeeGet your bad self around this
    I passed him the envelope with the sample contract
    in itAs Wireman pulled it out, I turned to
    Elizabeth"Would you like some poems later
    today?" I asked herShe only looked out at the Gulf with that
    stony frown: Captain Bligh about to order someone
    strapped to the foremast and flogged raw
    494
    For no reason at all, I asked: "Was your father a
    skin diver, Elizabeth?"
    She turned her head slightly and cut her ancient
    eyes in my directionHer upper lip lifted in a
    dog's grinThere was a moment - it was brief, but
    seemed long - tiffany and co earrings when I felt another person looking
    at meOr not a person at allAn entity that was
    wearing Elizabeth Eastlake's old, doughy body like
    a sockMy right hand clenched briefly, and once
    more I felt nonexistent, too-long fingernails bite
    into a nonexistent palmThen she looked back at
    the Gulf, simultaneously feeling across the tray
    until her fingers happened on a piece of the
    breakfast pastry, and I was calling myself an
    idiot who had to stop letting his nerves get the
    best of himThere were undoubtedly strange forces
    at work here, but not every shadow was a ghost
    "He was," Wireman said absently, unfolding the
    contract"John Eastlake was a regular Ricou
    Browning - you know, the guy who played the
    Creature prada knock offs from the Black Lagoon back in the
    fifties
    "Wireman, you're an artesian well of useless
    information
    495
    "Yeah, ain't I cool? Her old man didn't buy that
    harpoon pistol in a store, you know; Miss Eastlake
    says he had it commissionedIt probably ought to
    be in a museum
    But I didn't care about John Eastlake's harpoon
    gun, not just then"Are you reading that
    contract?"
    He dropped it on the tray and looked at me,
    bemused
    "And your left eye?"
    "NothingBut hey, no reason to be disappointed
    The doctor said-"
    "Do me a favorCover your left peeper
    "What do you see?"
    "You, Edgar"Now I just see black He dropped his hand again
    "I can't tell for sureThese days I can't
    separate the truth from the wishful omega speedmaster leather thin
    12:56a
    Thinking I'd like to sign as soon as possible no...
    Thinking I'd like to sign as soon
    as possible no matter what Wireman thought of the
    492
    contract, just to get these pictures off the Key
    and it wasn't fire I was worried aboutUnbottling
    might be fairly common among artists who began
    later in life, but forty-one paintings on Duma Key
    were at least three dozen too manyI could feel
    their live presence in this room, like electricity
    in a bell jar
    Of course, Dario and Jimmy felt it, tooThat was
    part of what made those fucking pictures so
    effective
    xiii
    I joined Wireman and Elizabeth for coffee at the
    end of El Palacio's boardwalk the next morningI
    was down to nothing but aspirin to get going, and
    my Great Beach Walks were now a pleasure chanel shopping purse instead
    of a challengeEspecially since the weather had
    warmed up
    Elizabeth was in her wheelchair with the remains
    of a breakfast pastry scattered across her tray
    It looked to me as if he'd also managed to get
    some juice and half a cup of coffee into herShe
    was staring out at the Gulf with an expression of
    493
    stern disapproval, looking this morning more like
    Captain Bligh of HMS Bounty than a Mafia don's
    daughter
    "Buenos días, mi amigo," Wireman saidAnd to
    Elizabeth: "It's Edgar, Miss EastlakeWant to say hello?"
    "Piss shit head rat," she saidIn any
    case, she said it to the Gulf, which was still
    dark blue and mostly asleep
    "Still not so good, I take it," I saidShe's gone down before and come back up, omega seamaster de ville but
    she's never gone down so far
    "I still haven't brought her any of my pictures to
    look at
    "No point right now He handed me a cup of black
    coffeeGet your bad self around this
    I passed him the envelope with the sample contract
    in itAs Wireman pulled it out, I turned to
    Elizabeth"Would you like some poems later
    today?" I asked herShe only looked out at the Gulf with that
    stony frown: Captain Bligh about to order someone
    strapped to the foremast and flogged raw
    494
    For no reason at all, I asked: "Was your father a
    skin diver, Elizabeth?"
    She turned her head slightly and cut her ancient
    eyes in my directionHer upper lip lifted in a
    dog's grinThere was a moment - it was brief, but
    seemed long - replica gucci canvas bag when I felt another person looking
    at meOr not a person at allAn entity that was
    wearing Elizabeth Eastlake's old, doughy body like
    a sockMy right hand clenched briefly, and once
    more I felt nonexistent, too-long fingernails bite
    into a nonexistent palmThen she looked back at
    the Gulf, simultaneously feeling across the tray
    until her fingers happened on a piece of the
    breakfast pastry, and I was calling myself an
    idiot who had to stop letting his nerves get the
    best of himThere were undoubtedly strange forces
    at work here, but not every shadow was a ghost
    "He was," Wireman said absently, unfolding the
    contract"John Eastlake was a regular Ricou
    Browning - you know, the guy who played the
    Creature dolce and gabbana bucket handbag from the Black Lagoon back in the
    fifties
    "Wireman, you're an artesian well of useless
    information
    495
    "Yeah, ain't I cool? Her old man didn't buy that
    harpoon pistol in a store, you know; Miss Eastlake
    says he had it commissionedIt probably ought to
    be in a museum
    But I didn't care about John Eastlake's harpoon
    gun, not just then"Are you reading that
    contract?"
    He dropped it on the tray and looked at me,
    bemused
    "And your left eye?"
    "NothingBut hey, no reason to be disappointed
    The doctor said-"
    "Do me a favorCover your left peeper
    "What do you see?"
    "You, Edgar"Now I just see black He dropped his hand again
    "I can't tell for sureThese days I can't
    separate the truth from the wishful chanel shopping bags thin

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