"We're not ballin' or shot-callin', we take it back to the days of yes ya'llin" - Jurassic 5
I'm really tired but I had to get out this section of the Lindsay Star story...it was just screaming to be written. But its going to make it 3 parts. The conclusion will come sometime over the weekend. Tomorrow morning though I want to discuss Warrants, Restaurants and how a whole lot of my really funny material is ending up at uppity-negro.com. I know I've been whoring that site all week but you really should go check out the comments there...there's some brilliant stuff going on besides all the progressive commentary Aaron is passing out.
By the by, I watched maybe 10 minutes of The Pulse tonight. Wow, Geraldo and Bill O'Reilly. Too much asshole for one man. Far too much.
Now, The Set Up
"You can't come." Lyn said waving her hand at Kerrigan attempting to get her to stay focused on the task at hand.
Kerrigan stared back at her, left hand on her hip, right hand holding her camera in place at the crook of her waist. "What do you mean I can't come?"
They stood in the sandy gravel along the train tracks that ran behind the building that housed Lyn's office. Eric lay prone in the dirt while Flower knelt off to the side searching for something in her small steel suitcase.
"I mean you can't come. Now, are you going to take your pictures or what?"
Eric looked up, "Yeah, can we get this going, I burn really easily."
Lyn snapped, "Lay down, you're going to mess it up!" she turned to Keri, "Well?"
Keri glared back at her, switching the camera to the opposite hip. "You're Lindsay Star, Rock Detective right?"
"Well, really I'm just a fixer, a problem solver. I clean up messes. But Lindsay Star, Cleaner-Upper just doesn't have a great ring you know. So, yes, I am a Detective. The kind that caters to musicians. Like this one over here." She points at Eric.
"Right, but every Detective, P.I., fixer, whatever, needs a partner. That's just how it works. And if I'm not mistaken, Flower and I are the ones who always pull off your clever little schemes." Flower half-nods but never looks up from her kit. "We're like the Charlie's Angels over here. But like the good kind, the McG kind, not those silly Farah Fawcett ones from the 70's with the tight jeans and the bad haircuts. I want to come."
Eric looked up, "Maybe you should let her come, Lyn. Becky is crazy."
Keri snapped, "Eric, shut up and lay down. You're screwing up my shot."
Lyn responded, "Look, Keri, you're not coming. You're just going to end up saying something that is going to mess it up. You know why? Because you always say something you're not supposed to say. You don't have a filter. If I'm bringing anyone, I'm bringing Flower." Flower looked up and shook her head 'NO'. She twirled her finger towards her head and stuck out her tongue signifying 'Crazy' or perhaps, more accurately, 'That's Crazy Talk.'
Keri said, "I'll keep my mouth shut. I promise. I just want to have your back, Lyn. What if Lola is hiding in the bushes waiting to stab you with her stiletto heel?"
Eric looked up, "Hey, that's true Lyn! And you know, those heels hurt. You should bring back up. And maybe a gun."
Keri and Lyn both turned in unison: LAY DOWN ERIC!
Flower groaned and went over to him so she could touch up her work.
Lyn said, "Keri, will you just take the pictures? We've only got 3 hours and one of those has to be at the one hour photo place right?"
Keri stared at Lyn for a second longer before pulling out her light tester. She checked the shot through her camera lens. She mumbled loud enough for Lyn to hear, "I'm coming."
Lyn replied, "You keep thinking that but for the last time, you're not coming."