Feathers
Scene: the Bedford L platform, where Pistol is waiting for the train, wearing her fucking adorable fur hat that snaps at the chin, and listening to one of the more bizarre Shangri-Las songs on her zPod. (Pistol has been kind of obsessed with the Shangri-Las since Saturday, when the always-welcome “Give Him a Great Big Kiss” came on and restarted a down-winding party. For a minute and a half, at least.)
A Japanese girl approaches. Pistol removes headphones. (Shit was skipping anyway.)
Japanese Girl: Can I ask you, where you get that hat?
Pistol Whip: Oh. eBay.
JG: Is so cute!
PW: Fanks.
JG: And the feathers? Is it real?
PW: Uh, yeah. Raccoon.
JG: Can I touch?
PW [uncertainly]: Okay. [inclines head]
JG: Ooh. So soft.
PW: Yeah.
2 Responses to “Feathers”
1 Left Hook 31 January 2007 @ 8:04 pm
And the feathers? Is it real?
delicious meets Raymond Carver.
2 Left Hook 31 January 2007 @ 9:08 pm
also, has Mr. Whip seen that article about zPods? Ouchy.
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