Ape

All the colors of the floor tiles were deliberately mixed...obtrusive  , he did think so, but was he right?  of course not, how could he be? That is how it was done and accepted in this  land of  cauldrons   and Volcano's without a second thought even... The same reason there are whores... because that is the way it is.
They don't mind in the least...  seems to him they even rather enjoy it.

Just a regular thing... like the slow shower drains and the non vented sluggish flushing toilets...

Ugly unprofessional he thought to himself:  Yes... but that is the way  they do it here... how can it be wrong?
The ingrained way of thinking... like  a fine piece of lumber that you admire  beautiful unchangeable grain... isn't it lovely?  You touch it, you rub it, you feel it....

Not done that way in my home Country so you say?  and so bloody what does that mean here?  A meaningless damn thing, that is what.

The old Homosexual from the towering red brick  apartment building had thrown away dozens and dozens of leather bound collectible rare books  after his death right down into the stinky dumpster ...........

The one book on Apes was very popular when Ava Gardner was alive young and oh so beautiful... it was a big book and had lots of illustrations .. you know  on that onion paper and a book marker tassel of yellowish gold an attached ribbon , the book was virtually unknown now but back in its day it brought a lot of attention to  the people and the book. The people  have been  dead now for years... almost no one remembers, just a very few, some collectors of things from yesteryear's ................

He learned the  book had been endorsed by the popular group the Monkees  ................ well why didn't you say so? that swings a lot of weight... something he could relate to,  of  deemed importance.

 While Dumpster diving... a car pulled up..  a weird fucker was unzipping his fly and was starting  to jack  off in the back seat... he felt unsafe, uncomfortable as he watched, he did not like it, backed away  as he moved off.

The driver saw the dumpster diver who had found the rare valuable  books, the dumpster diver was  poor and broke... and dirty and hungry so the driver  gave him  $20.00 for nothing:
The dumpster diver was surprised and then  wondered if it was some kind of a trick after he was overwhelmed with gratitude  and cried.
He  could not hold back the tears, had he been made a fool of?  He questioned himself,  yet went on.

No longer able to cry for  the wondering  of why  of  the seeming face value of generosity.

Best regards to my dead friend Pat... good seeing you.

Ape.