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Show Acting Alone pa g e 70 And you have to wear a tight Ace bandage around your head so your nose won't flop to one side when you curl up in the foetal position to not sleep in your slovenly jazzless dark basement; and you're so hurt, so personally hurt by being left jazzless that you simply cannot believe those folks in K.C. are doing this to you; so for maybe an hour after signoff you keep reaching out through the silent blackness and switching your tiny radio on to see if they'd been just kidding. How many nights alone with just the imagined weight of little Shanny lying on top? Next afternoon Shannon came by, jimmied the door, came in and sat on Sam's stomach like always. She was full of tales about a place called Oaxaca. She'd met "a Indian person" on the Greyhound who'd told her about the beaches, the mushrooms. (Sam didn't ask whether it had been a boy Indian person or a girl Indian person.) They had stopped off in Lincoln to see Ken Russell's Altered States in a matinee. "Oooh, Sammy. The Indian people in Mexico, they got these weird little mushrooms that turn you into a monkey!" She chattered and fidgeted her hands like monkey hands up and down the blankets over Sam's legs. "That'd be different, huh?" She was so excited that she'd forgotten about Spikey already, and even about Sam's nose. Or at least that was Sam's assumption. So, Sam excused classes once again for a month or two, maybe a quarter, |
