When I found a diamond ring washed up on the beach, I did everything possible to find the owner.
I went to the lifeguard and asked if anyone had been wearing that ring. She said she looks out for danger, not accessories. Then she said I was distractin(more)g her and she’d call the police if I asked any more stupid questions.
I went to the garbage collector and asked him. He said no, but I wouldn’t believe the crazy stuff he finds in the trash – gold candlesticks, dictionaries and lawn chairs. But no rings. He kicked the dustbin dejectedly. “I never have that kind of luck.”
I went to the lady selling bottles of water. She said she’d never seen this ring. While we spoke, potential customers got impatient with her slow service and left. She told me off for ruining her business.
I went to a sunbather and asked him. He said no, and that he couldn’t believe someone hadn’t already falsely claimed it. Then he paused and said, “Of course, I only said that because it belongs to me. Give it here.” When I refused, he threatened me. But when I ran away, he didn’t bother chasing.
I went to an arguing couple and asked them if the ring was theirs. They said no. As I walked away, I heard the woman ask the man why he hadn’t gotten her such a nice ring. Their fight swiftly got worse.
This ring was leading only to problems and no useful information. So I took it to the police station, grateful to get rid of it. The policeman was helpful. But as I turned to leave, I noticed him look around with an awfully shifty expression. Then, he put it in his pocket.(less)
The next morning, the air had a chill to it; the previous night's storm took all the heat the island had to offer, leaving a beach full of detritus in exchange. Bits of driftwood dried in the sun, speckled with partial fish and tethered with rank seaweed. In a few hours,(more) the tide would return to clean up the mess, pulling all but the largest fragments back into the calmed waters.
She walked well above the tide line where the sand was still soft and safe under her bare feet. As a child, she'd picked her way into the debris, stubbing toes and cutting heels to find the choicest bits of treasure. There was rarely anything on the beach worth the pain of washing sand out of fresh wounds.
Smooth, cracked lengths of grey driftwood gave way to dark, jagged planks of cut timber. Splinters as short as fingers became lengths as tall as grown men and panels still painted with red and blue and gold. Bits of black iron and lengths of rope peeked out of the sand.
Seagulls keened overhead.
There would be survivors, possibly; Bodies without a doubt.
She could still recall how much she'd hated the island when she'd arrived with her father and brothers so many years ago. They wanted to chase their lizards and make their drawings and notes, she'd only wanted to go home.
After the first great storm had brought up the first wreck, she'd cried into her father's shoulder as her brothers put the bodies on a pyre. Still, she made it her duty to scour the beach after storms for survivors.
The island had them, same as it had her.
But storm after storm, the lucky ones left the island on their pyres. And she remained.
"They're just a bunch of washed up rock and rollers."
If Bobby was alive right now, that's what he'd say about the upcoming benefit only he wouldn't really mean it, he just liked to say stuff like that.
I guess it could get kinda defeating when you want t(more)o be a rock star and the kids you used to hang out with become some of the most successful rock stars ever.
Bitter might be a better word to use.
Bobby was no slouch though. He was destined for something and if he couldn't be famous he'd settle for infamous. He named his band Genocide just so people would get pissed-off.
Bobby was who GG Allen modeled himself after and if you're observant enough you can tell that Axl Rose really did take some of Bobby's persona after they spent some time terrorizing the lower east side of Manhattan.
Bobby did it first and Bobby did it better but Bobby didn't have a bunch of money behind him. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle every moment and he lived it sincerely which is why Bobby's dead and some of the Skid Row-sters are playing at our Rock The House benefit.
The biggest rumor of all, the one that whispers the name of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, is strong enough a rumor that for the first time ever, Buddies Tavern has hired security and policemen for crowd control for the sold-out event. Not that I think BonJovi is actually gonna show up, that would be craziness but anythings possible when we're talking Christmas Miracles right?
Believe me,"Snake" Sabo is actually a huge international rock star in his own right and he's far from washed up but I have a feeling Bobby will be the biggest rock star haunting the room Friday night.(less)