Pronto, Bistro, Schnell
There’s a flash as the sun reflects across the windshield of the car as it turns the corner. It in turn is reflected off my mate’s glasses just as he smiles. It adds a mischievous glint to what I already know is going to be an awful idea. But one we’ll go through with anyways.
Dominique squats down in front of us. Us being the usual crew sitting outside the bodega, sweating in the August humidity and trying to find some relief in bottles of this and that. The glint is gone but his smile remains as Dominique sets off into a tail of wonder and adventure.
It’s one we’ve heard before. But damn can he spin a good yarn. It’s why everybody loves Dominique, even the padre. And Father McClintock doesn’t like anyone. I heard Sister Mary-Anne say not even God.
Dom wants to throw a party, a block party at that. And he knows the cops aren’t going to let that happen what with the needs for permits and the uppity new neighbors who want peace and quiet - in a city. Dom says he has a way around all of that. Something the aging hipsters can’t deny.
Chew is skeptical of this. But he is of all things, he’s got to think it over. Explains the name. He says hipsters are like crabs, get one and you’re getting more, so why open your legs to that infestation.
“Because they’ll pay for everything my good man!”
Today’s art is courtesy of Matthew Subrattie from San Fernando, Trinidad and Tobago.