TWO anna bannana

TWO anna bannana

A Story by kmartell

anna bannana's

mother had mahogany hair and

didn't wear a bra and

bounced

when she danced at the rusty nail and

the first time

i ever kissed her was in the parkinglot at midnight

in my volkswagon

she fell

into me and i felt guilt which i knew was old fashioned of me but since she was stoned

and laying there in my lap like

mother nature her own self

i took advantage of the moment she

said

the stick shift hurt so

we were soon in the back seat in

various positions of love

with all the usual attendant

difficulties

when making out in a volkswagon hitlers love

car is what we then called it

 

 

anna bannana's

mother knew all about vegan and

vegitarian

tofu and how to feed your children raisens

and banannas all the time

that is why we called

anna bannana anna bannana

although soon ennough all of our children were

getting rotten teeth from the raisens

 

 

we didnt notice these things

until too late

alot of things we lost track of back then not

only our

kids sometimes

but the animals too would

wander around the complex looking dour

until someone went to get food at the coop and would buy a giant case of dog food

 

 

that time the police

found anna bannana

and she identified her mamma's house

from the side window of the police cruiser and

we all felt horrible and

anna bannana 's

mother went into her bedroom and we could hear her weeping for hours behind her locked door she finally woke after a couple of days and

i had been carrying anna bannana around on

my shoulders

everywhere i went and she just said she wanted to go home

 

 

my wife comforted her then and said she was home and what did she mean home

 

 

but she

wanted to go and so

me and my wife and anna bananna's mother and 

randel and henry my two

grown gay friends who didnt happen to have jobs for

about three years

during this time went with my wife and i and

anna bannana

in the volkswagon across the state to

anna bannanas

mothers house her parents were danny and her mother's name was veronica and

veronica played the piano all

the time and

wept

while she played and i tryed not to stare at that

 

 

veronica was the only 60 year old woman i knew who wore her hair in braids

she was overweight and waddled when she

walked out to the kitchen to refill her canning jar with

vodka and orange juice and

when the orange juice ran out she used water and

danny her

boyfriend was nearly seventy with a big handle bar mustache and

a beer stomach not

a beer belly it

had the look of a stomach with

the fact that he seldom wore any kind of shirt only

a plaid vest from a suit it looked like

 

 

we stayed three or

four days or

a week until the pot ran out

i think and you get used to people in that amount of time

though

i didnt get used to going to the bathroom

there was no door or rather the door

was standing in the hallway so sometimes i would catch danny sitting on the toilet

sitting in front of a small table with a type writer and

books and a

radio with ear plugs and his pants down

 

 

anna bannana

had plenty of kids to play with here there

were at least five

or maybe six kids

running around everywhere in

various states of undress

or running

down to the river that was across the road from the house anna bannana needed this kind of

stimulation

and so we decided to stay longer

 

 

the visit lasted about six months


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next report:


my wife was

beginng to get antsy at

first

she really liked the boat rides up and down the lamoille river

but

after awhile with danny leering at her b***s while

he fished and smoked his corn cob pipe and

anna bannana

jumping out of the boat to swim without

knowing how to swim

 

 swimming

was a new thing for her and she

was doing quite well with

that the other kids would

trail on a rope behind the big heavy wooden boat danny owned

or stole really

that would be my guess the

other kids would fan out the back like tadpoles on inner tubes on a long long rope behind

 

 

anyways

my wife was the first one who

decided she had had it she wanted to go home where-ever home was

 

 

so that is how it went

with

veronnica singing on the piano every afternoon drinking vodka

and water

she would begin to

weep about her lost husband who

wasnt lost at all but

only away making a movie in kenya

because he was a famous documentary director and producer and writer

who did such things and

made a whole lot of money and

so gave money to veronnica and danny and

so

anna banannas

mother could get a check

from veronnica when veronnica had

visited the kitchen a whole bunch of times and so was wobbly

and drunk and

padded barefooted out of the kitchen and would begin to weep because her daughter was on drugs

 

 

and so

she would give her daughter a great big check and

we would all go out to

the natural foods store and buy tofu dogs and

kale

and dog food and

then off to the parking-lot on a friday night

behind the rusty nail

which was a "drug run" to where we lived

before to

get some hawian or columbian or what was brand new cocaine which we called cocaine then

because it was so new it

wasn't "coke" yet or "crack" because cocaine was salvation and finally a clean drug to replace pot with

 

 

and oh boy

 

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chapter four:

oh i think i left it out in the car 

 

i will go get it later

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 chapter five: (to be printed out soon)

 chapter four got lost somewheres

 

 

 

 

© 2011 kmartell


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