The sun shot above the Waymart spire like a ship’s flare, the alms man staring enrapt at the fizzling hurrah. The man who makes gin cakes stood yesterday’s trash on the curb, thinking about pot pies and his wife’s horny face. Thus the day began, again. The owner of the Twentynine Palms Motel knew a man by the name of Arhus Hinnerup who grew up with a boy by the name of Kerpen Schiphol who owned a small haberdashery in Woonbronmaasoevers on Firth. As the alms man was acquainted with neither Hinnerup or Schiphol, and had never set foot in a motel, he walked along the curb steadying himself with outstretched arms. You can only know so many people, he thought, so those you don’t know don’t matter at all, at least not very much.
The Twentynine Palms Motel was open year-round, guests having their choice of single, double and quadruple rooms, all with an onsite kitchenette and standup shower. Hat check girls and Dimestore cashiers, traveling salesmen and fix-it repairmen, cold hearted bastards and warm hearted do-gooders, nasty curs and pleasant young lasses with golden hair, cupcake makers and porkpie hat venders, people with no time to waste and those with all the time in the world, one and all booked into the Twentynine Palms Motel in the hopes of finding some peace and solitude from the thronging masses outside the motel’s gates.
(Guanajuato is no one you should be concerned with, so please keep reading). That day, before the rest of the world had awakened, the legless man set out on a journey: to cross the street 27½ times without his pushcart paddles. As he had never attempted such a feat before, having never thought about it until this morning, he prepared himself by limbering up his arms, pushing and pulling a sac of barley he’d tied to a rope suspended from the crossbeams of the old train station. Heaving and hauling, tugging on the rope hand-over-hand, his stumps hovering above the old train station floorboards, he managed to repeat the limbering up exercise 27 times, and with every repetition feeling that much better fit for his journey across and across, 27½ times, the street. Spanning the street at angles right and left, the following bridges made the legless man’s journey all the more challenging: Droichead na Leathphingine, Sráid Uí Chonaill, Droichead Leamhcán, Droichead Farmleigh, Droichead Ruairí Óg Ó Mórdha, Droichead Séamus Seoighe, Droichead Sheán Uí Chathasaigh, Droichead an Nascbhóthair Thoir, Droichead Uí Chonaill, Amharclann na Mainistreach and the Ha'penny.
The Twentynine Palms Motel was open year-round, guests having their choice of single, double and quadruple rooms, all with an onsite kitchenette and standup shower. Hat check girls and Dimestore cashiers, traveling salesmen and fix-it repairmen, cold hearted bastards and warm hearted do-gooders, nasty curs and pleasant young lasses with golden hair, cupcake makers and porkpie hat venders, people with no time to waste and those with all the time in the world, one and all booked into the Twentynine Palms Motel in the hopes of finding some peace and solitude from the thronging masses outside the motel’s gates.
(Guanajuato is no one you should be concerned with, so please keep reading). That day, before the rest of the world had awakened, the legless man set out on a journey: to cross the street 27½ times without his pushcart paddles. As he had never attempted such a feat before, having never thought about it until this morning, he prepared himself by limbering up his arms, pushing and pulling a sac of barley he’d tied to a rope suspended from the crossbeams of the old train station. Heaving and hauling, tugging on the rope hand-over-hand, his stumps hovering above the old train station floorboards, he managed to repeat the limbering up exercise 27 times, and with every repetition feeling that much better fit for his journey across and across, 27½ times, the street. Spanning the street at angles right and left, the following bridges made the legless man’s journey all the more challenging: Droichead na Leathphingine, Sráid Uí Chonaill, Droichead Leamhcán, Droichead Farmleigh, Droichead Ruairí Óg Ó Mórdha, Droichead Séamus Seoighe, Droichead Sheán Uí Chathasaigh, Droichead an Nascbhóthair Thoir, Droichead Uí Chonaill, Amharclann na Mainistreach and the Ha'penny.
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