The Ape Escape
Runs. People walk on the sidewalk. Runs through them. Eats a delicious, turkey sandwich. Some cash blows out of the trophy cup. People chase. Pallets. Climbs pallets, so many, so colorful. Eats another delicious sandwich. Drinks a little scotch, not much left. Wiggles out of the uniform. Throws the uniform. Urinates on the uniform. Drinks the scotch and eats a sandwich. Drops a wad of twenties down the pallet gaps. A bird perches on the trophy cup. Swats at it. The bird flies. Thinks about Kilgore. Where is he? Is he in a hotel? The woman is not amicable. Wants to jump. Wants to drink. Drinks. The bird returns, perches. Swats, it flies again. No more scotch. No more sandwiches. No more cage. No more uniform. No more John. No more Kilgore. Where is he? Climbs down pallets. A man sleeps behind the pallets. He’s drunk, too. A back door. It opens. Long corridor, the cement cold. Another door opens to a large, loud room. Full of arcade games. Pinball. Finds a pinball game, The Lord of the Rings. Achieves multi-ball.
“Did you see that ape get the high score?” he extinguishes a cigarette.
“What?” he screams into three phones.