ZURBARÁN – AGNUS DEI, CA. 1635-40 II SAN DIEGO MUSEUM OF ART
I’m a West Coast prodigy,
Rocking your biology,
Spinning all these rhymes like I’m a master of mixology.
“You better shut that face before I shut it for you.” says the investigator to Young Jizzer, the little rapper of the town, who says he saw something the other night.
“Why don’t you just tell me what you saw, son.”
“Well, I was sitting in my apartment, playing with myself like usual, when this knocking starts from across the hall. I look through my peephole and see that it’s the woman from 327. She’s knocking on 329 and nobody’s coming. Eventually she goes back to her apartment. About an hour later, she returns, and starts knocking again. Still no response. A few hours later and my dog’s jumping all over my girl, waking her up, and making her be all like, ‘Can you take him out to piss and shit or something!?’ And I’m like, ‘Sure babe, just hold tight.’
“So I stuff my schlong back into my shorts, strap my dog up in his noose, and let my throbbing boner cut a B-line to the courtyard. Carlo does his business, everything’s cool, but then as I’m trying to get my door unlocked, the woman from 327 comes out into the hall. She approaches me. I have never talked to her before. She’s frantic. She tells me how 329’s been blasting his music all night long and asks me if I can hear it.
“I tell her that I can. She’s like, ‘It’s been vibrating my wall for the last five hours.’
“She tells me how she doesn’t normally come out and knock on people’s doors like this, but she misplaced her phone, and can’t call apartment security. I take this as a passive request to use my phone. I hate letting people use my phone, but I feel so trapped, standing outside my own apartment, with Carlo, my pup, lunging at the lady’s ankles, strangling himself for a little attention. So I give her my phone to use. And right there, directly outside the offender’s apartment, she calls security.
“‘He’s a deviant!’ she says, telling me about how he’s done this before, and how every time he gets a complaint filed against him he plays it off so sweet, pretending like he didn’t know he was upsetting anybody, and being so apologetic.
“I go back to my apartment. From behind my door I have a perfect view of the proceeding moments. A security enforcer comes. He’s red faced and bald. He tells the lady that there is only so much he can do. He says he doesn’t even think the music is all that loud. He knocks a few times before giving up. The woman then complains to a boy sitting out in the hallway waiting for his laundry to be done. The boy calls the police. Another half hour goes by. The police officer arrives and opens 329’s door, which happens to have been unlocked this whole time. He enters the apartment with his flashlight on, being all like, “Portal Valley Police!” He finds 329 passed out on his floor or bed or somewhere I can’t see. He turns the music off, and it doesn’t come back on for the rest of the night.
“There was something not quite right about that lady though…” continues Little Jizzer.
“What do you mean?” asks the investigator.
“Well, she told me that she sleeps with pepper spray between her pillows; and that she’s hesitant to install a home security system in her apartment because of the electromagnetic waves it will emit. But the worst thing is she is planning on getting a dog, and when I asked her which type of dog, she said, ‘a mix between a rottweiler and a pitbull.’ Some people just shouldn’t get big dogs! You know what I mean? This lady can’t even handle herself. And she’s getting this dog to deliberately fuck something up. It’s a living weapon that has the potential of getting way out of her control. I’ve seen too many gruesome pictures of dogs torn in half by other dogs, the skin of their snouts dripping from their noses like massive snot rockets; it’s horrible!”
“So you think she’s overly paranoid?” asks the investigator.
“To a dangerous degree! But I also can’t be sure that she’s lying about 329. He might be a deviant, and if he is, then I’m really in trouble; because I’ll be completely surrounded by lunatics, all sucking me into this dangerous web they’re spinning!”
“Calm down.” says the investigator. “We’ll handle this together. Now that I met you I won’t forget you. What you go through, I go through, understand?”