Five Beats Four (3)

The smoky glass was blotted out with the outline of a scraggly figure standing in front of the eastern sunrise light. Kerry felt his eyes getting dry, realizing that he hadn’t closed his eyes in the seconds he had been staring at the outline. He quickly closed them and forced them open again thinking that the outline would be gone. A voice from the other side of the door, the voice was nasal and sarcastic “Hey tard open the door”. It was L.C.; L.C. was an anagram for Lance Coummer. L.C. thought it made him sound more tough and manly. Kerry pressed his teeth together and made his left jaw bone pop. “Hurry up Kerry; If you like I’ll count for ya.” L.C. started to count in his best mexicano impression. “Uno, dos, tress” Kerry interrupted him with his real counting and taping on the door handle, loudly. At the end L.C. sang an operatic “ALIVVVE”. Kerry opened the door and L.C. pushed passed him, with his hands made into finger guns. Kerry could smell L.C.’s lanky twenty something scruff stank of body odor.

“L.C. isn’t it a little early for your bum ass to be up”?

L.C. was shuffling his oversized flip flops across the living room floor, making a bee line for the refrigerator. He stopped at the frig with his dirty nail bitten hand on the handle.   

“Very good Mr. Homo” L.C. interrupted himself “do you get the reference of Sherlock”?

“Now I do”.

Opening the refrigerator door, he bent over to survey the land of cold condiments and left over’s.

“Yeah my mom woke me up to go job hunting, I told her I needed to come over here because she didn’t get me the beer I asked for on the grocery list”. L.C. stood up to lean on the containers door and looked at Kerry across the room. Kerry was still standing with the front door open. He didn’t want to close the front door; he knew it would bring mockery from his loser neighbor.

L.C., leaning on the frig door pointed at Kerry with a carrot stick. “Your little bro gets the good top shelf brew”.  L.C. looked around the kitchen and saw the windows and sliding glass door all had smeared hand prints on the window panes. “Hey freak, what with the hand prints”?