Leonard scratched it down, his name on the nametag as he has been
for the past month. Vegetarian ya, he thought looking on to the
fat bald guy leaning over the check in table from behind him as
he steps in to the room.
Leonard; the kind of guy that if ya seen him you would think he
needed a body cast, extra milk in his diet, steroids to get from
A-B. A thin guy, cargo pants, the turtle necks he wares and if he
had one of his zits bubbling from off his face in under the dark
greasing hair of his. You'd probably be wondering what kind of
bird the misquote that had bit him there had for breakfast.
����������� He sits in, the chairs formed in to a circle, the
people gathering around; all vegetarians from in the city. He
looks around, the meeting begun, next to him sits Joe, He's been
on to Joe, watching him, ever since Joe enounced the death of his
dog. A Rottweiler, a pup from in the litter of his old mans guard
dogs from in their butcher shop.
Joe thought it to be a conspiracy, thinks his father had it
killed after finding out about it being on a vegetarian diet.
Leonard thought different. He's seen Joe attending the meetings
that take place down the hall; The bulimia groups, excess
thinking group, he's even seen him coming out of the so- called
eating disorder meets. No one from in the vegetarian group tends
to the eating disorder meets, none except Joe.
Leonard looks over his right shoulder, on to Joes dark yellow
sweater, looks along the collar; try's to see if he can spot any
signs of barbeque sauce. Like the drips he had notices on him
from in the meetings before. Wondering, thinking the yellow
sweater he has on is means for a cover up, a guilt, he probably
knows Leonard is - was on to him.
����������� Jane, the eldest of the group; starts the session.
"Hello fellow vegetarians." She said, smiles, and then looks
around at each one of the faces. Leonard looks on, watches her
then tilts his head down and stares on to the floor.
Oh great, little old Miss Moffat is hosting the group
today. He knows once you get the older women going then
you're in for along ride. Its like turning back the clock, going
back in to the time where women had no rights, their duties were
mainly for tending to loves ones, housing, chores and cooking.
And now all of a sudden they're forming a women's right, the so
called equal to man and from were she sits; her thoughts and
views of being a vegetarian from in that day are about to be
����������� Leonard sits tight; his objective for today's meeting
was to express the fact that he is now living with a meat eater.
His new roommate; tell all about his new house since he sadly
announced to them that the one he had been living in was struck
by an out of control half ton truck, left his basement apartment
in dust, dirt and filled from floor to ceiling as it crashed down
in earth; dirt farmers use, dirt that was mixed with cow manure
and �on its way to local green houses. The group was devastated;
shocked of the news he had introduced in to the group. Questioned
if he had any plants, pet plants of his own that fell to the
tragedy. Ya, he told them, letting them feel for his plants as he
felt for his apartment. Leonard had no plants yet he played
along, found himself amused at how all these green eating, yellow
licking, red sucking vegetarians could feel compassion for the
death of their food; its prime mates, the leaves you see growing
in windows, used for their color, smell and sense of taste.
����������� Troy is his name, Leonard's new roommate; a house he
is going splits on, paying half the bills and paying them with,
sharing a kitchen with; fridge, stove, the sink, the sink in the
washroom where he stores his toothbrush just inches away from
The egg shells in the garbage can, the stench of bacon as the fan
above the stove sucks in its fume; smoking lard setting from
sizzle in the frying pan.
����������� "Good morning." Said Troy in cheer, egg yellow
pasting to his lips, fork striking on to a strip of bacon, the
sweat of him tending to it wile it sizzled; leaked out from in
his army styled hair as he sits the table in a white tank top,
green shorts and staring on; waiting for a good morning cheer in
return for his.
Leonard knows, he's seen the kind; those free loading sons of
bastard, the drifting American dream, your classic couch potato,
the kind of guy who swept in under the educational breeze as a
child and now lets a wind set him in along the rest of the good
old fashion American dreaming sons of bastards setting sail in to
a life that's being lived.
He itches, wants to know if and where Troy works, what it is he
does for a living or is he indeed how he seems; a son of the good
old American dreaming bastard. He swings the fridges door open,
leans in as his left hand grips around the handle, grabs the
orange juice, looks onto the rim of its bottle; ketchup. He sets
in, scoping around the rim, eyes setting for x 2000 from in his
sights; chunks of dry flesh swarming around the rim, down along
the inner, swirling around in the ripples of ketchup mixing in to
the juice as he holds the bottle in under his noise.
���������� "Have you been helping your self to my orange juice?"
He asked, turning around, left the oranges juice in on the rack,
and closed the fridge.
����������� "Oranges." Troy said, shaking his head from side to
side, nods then shakes it again looking up in to the ceiling.
"The sun is up, out this morning."�His eyes in a dilated sate.
����������� Leonard standing in front of the fridge, his shadow
closing in over the table and takes notice of the sun setting its
shine from in the kitchen window and shines in off its walls.
����������� "So what are ya doing today?" Troy asked as Leonard
walks him on by, setting a step out in to the living room, empty
handed, his shoulders slummed from in under his dark blue
"I don't know, I'll go for a tan." He told him sarcastically and
un interested, waving him off from in its tone and stepping into
an exiting step from in the bacon stench airs from in the
"Some girl called for ya last night." Troy said, spitting it up
in to the ceiling and directing it back over his head as he
snapped out his hand; grabbed the cigarette box , flicked one
out, then slipped it in to his mouth as he reached out and�fired
up his Zippo.
"What?" Leonard asked thinking the cru cut bastard was wanting to
play a game as he sat down, grabbed the news paper up off the
side table of their flowered velvet inclining living room chair.
"Ya, wile you were out at that farm." Troy puffs back for another
drag, feeling his view as it spread from in his stare on the
fridge and back over him in to the living rooms air. "I can help
"Did she leave a name?" Leonard asked in discuss knowing he
hadn't made any friends and especially not that of a girl, well
not close enough for her to be calling him at his residence.
"No, no name." Troy answered, shook his head then lifts the
cigarette from off the end of his plate. "Ya that smell; cow
shit, its really starting to mess with my digesting."
Ya a digesting, Leonard smirk from in his own thought, whips out
the paper, sets it up in front of his face and begins to change
the subject as the other remains in under a cloud of a smoking
"I got a friend, she models, works part time at a clothing
boutique. Pounds of clothing, you can guy buy it by the pound."
Said Troy, nods, brings the cigarette up to his lip, puffs back,
looks over his left shoulder; the stove then on to the coffee pot
dripping its last of drips from in its maker.
How refreshing, Leonard�flips the paper from in that thought,
pins the tips of his fingers in to the last page and opens it up
into its comics. He hears the dishes drop into their sink, cups
bashing in to each other "Ooh ha." Shoot from out of Troy's
mouth. He shakes his head, gives the paper a good tug and tunes
in to the toons.
"Here, come on, its hot." Troy said, speaking in to the paper as
it's held up over Leonard's face.
Leonard sets the paper down, letting it rest on his lap and grabs
the white mug from out of his hand saying, "Alright." And nodding
his head. "So what are you doing today?" He asked as Troy began
to step back.
Troy's hand come up in front of his chest, sets them out as
pistols, looks on to him, tilts his head down and smiled. "Ya."
Leonard lifts his brows, looks up in to Troy's eyes, brings up
the coffee mug in his hand, and then nods.
Not getting his turn tonight wasn't too great of a deal, it
didn't matter much yet he felt a need to be there tonight and
expressing his view, getting a feed back from the others for how
he was coping yet not willing to understand the life style of a
Blabbermouth, he stands from in his thought for Jane as everyone
else has. They step from in front of their chairs. The coffee pot
in the corner, muffins and donuts on the table next to it and the
girls of the group following in behind their eldest; Jane, Miss
blabbermouth, the women who needed to know why was it she felt
guilty as a Christian vegetarian. Questioning her saneness in
regard of the bible; for them unlike her ate and eats meat.
Joe and the other two fat guys stand in left of the table; donut
in hand, shoving them back down their throats and setting stir
for the next one. Leonard follows his lead, a break from in any
other gossip before it holds him in. He followed in behind
Sandra, a girl of his age, physique; for she too is somewhat
petit and more so then the other's from in the meet.
She lifts her red denim jacket from off the hooks, lashes out a
shine from in her pitch black hair as she turns her self in to it
then steps for the door.
Leonard steps in behind her, sets out the flaps from on the
caller of his black leather coat then looks back over his
shoulder and gives the coffee table a good look; knowing indeed
the others wanted to hear more about his apartment, its out come,
as in their minds; its still a fill from the spill of fertilized
dirt, farmer grade manure, the stuff used to grow plants, greens
and for the production of what they seem to be tending to; a
Sandra stepped on, leaving him in a pace of his own and watching
as she headed on out, down the hall, and for the door.
He takes his time, walks by each of the rooms from in the hall,
sneaks a peak in thru the glass window of the doors but not
showing too much concern or interest; kind of like the same way
he has most of his life, in school and around other's. He was
never one for bragging about being a vegetarian; dirt dipper,
pebble sucker, H.2.0 grease ball. He kept it all aside from in
school as he grew up; no one really noticed, or paid much
attention to him. His mother as happy as she could be watching
him down all his greens and fruit juices, his Dad couldn't stand
the sight of it; knowing his son was just another kid; a scrawny
little boy, living the pleasures of life as it was there, offered
to him from in the death defying, back breaking, hand grinding,
placed in behind the four walls from in his own home then
bringing a child up in to this world of ease and piece that his
son had come to be in the privilege of.
It wasn't until after his parents died. Leonardo stayed in touch
with the family doctor, going to him for any or all counseling.
The will as it states; he is only to receive his family's
inheritance when and there after he has made engaged; married in
order to pass on his family's name for he was their only child.
"Then come off the diet." Said the Doctor staring on to Leonardo,
looking him up and down; knowing him all his life and seeing
nothing wrong with him eating a variety of foods.
"Just like that?" Leonardo asked, looks on to him; wondering how
and where that suggesting was coming from.
"It's your life; you go about it on your own. I have no idea
where or how you came up with this diet. No allergies, you weight
a little below average. You're a good old kid and your parents
where healthy all natural eater's."
Leonardo hums, going over what he had just heard.
"Look" Said the Doctor, "If you want or need to expand your view.
I don't know and personally I can't help but I know of a place
that helps people cope with, well it's like a group counseling.
Down town, aren't you living downtown now? It holds a bunch of
these group meetings, everything from eating disorders to foot
messages, you give it try. I know they hold one about the every
day vegetarian. If you're still feeling stale them come back and
I'll see what I can do for you. And Leonardo there's still a
large sum of money in your name; its just waiting for a miss's to
He gets to the end of the hall, coffee no longer seeping in under
his noise from out of the meeting rooms. The door shadow in as
the lights from in the street lamps shine thru from the outside.
He walks out, stands in on the top step, looks out into the
night, onto the city lights, and then spots Sandra.
"Yes maim." Said the dark skinned overweight hot dog vender from
in behind the counter of its stand.
She sets her purse back under her arm, steps back and watches as
he sets her with all the toppings she had requested.
"No mustard hu." The vender asked spreading ketchup in along the
Sandra smiled letting out a wind of patients as her tong drips in
"I have some meat sauce." The vender said, grabs on to the handle
of the spoon from in the pot and gives the sauce a good stir."
"Is it spicy?" Sandra asked lifting to her toes and looking in
over the counter.
"My specialty." The vender said smiling then sets her with a
"Oh, my stomach can't." Said Sandra stepping down and maintaining
her wait from in her stand.
"Not a spicy meat ball hu." The vender said, smiled, and then
begins setting the napkins on and around the hot dog. "That's too
bad. The peoples during the day eat it up like there was no
tomorrow. Ha, maybe I try a sweeter touch; I can't stand the
sight of these skinny girls running around now days. Some juice
for the bones you know." He said then sets the napkin covered hot
dog on to the counter.
"Well, thank you." Sandra said, smiled then smiled again as she
turned and walked away.
Leonardo steps in under the vending stand's light, looks on to
the price board; its menu, scrolls around looking for any signs
of a vegetarian mix; hot dog, salad burger or any other
"What can I get you?" The vender asked.
"Looking." Said Leonardo.
"How hard can it be?"
"Get out of here." The vender said, dropping his jaw, waving out
a napkin from in his right hand as Leonardo turns and walks on.
Following in behind Sandra; watching her gulp down the hot dog.
Meat eater, spy, she's a witch, she's probably telling that slab
of meat all about tonight's meeting, its kissing her, licking her
tong, tickling her throat. He steps in behind her, lets her enjoy
and take pleasure before he decides to interrupt.
She chews on, slurping back the toppings, crunching in as the
crumbs crumble on down her front then she steps in to the garbage
bin next to the bench; throws the napkins in, lets the last bite;
butt end of the dog drop then turns her self in on the bench and
"Sandra." Leonardo giggled her name, steps on then stops next to
her and sits him self down on the bench.
"Ya." She asked, rolls her eyes then brings one leg up over the
other; letting her foot shadow in over his left.
"What was that? A relapse, flash back a pig meant for your
"Oh please." She said laughing then beginning to blush as she
was, is and now caught from in the relationship of her meets with
a fellow vegetarian. "So what of it?"
"I wouldn't know. Maybe we should ask Miss Jane. We can catch
her; she's probably in her bible study group."
"You wouldn't dare." She said, sets her right hand on to his knee
and gives it a good squeeze.
"I can hear it now, seeing them look on to you from in the corner
of their eye, chomping in to a donut, growling a slurp of coffee
from out of their cup."
"Oh please." Sandra laughed; leaning forward then sits her self
back in to the bench rest. "Your apartment, furniture crushed,
walls caved in, top soil from floor to ceiling? Where in the hell
did you come up with that?"
"You don't believe it," he said smoothly, shaking his head slowly
and rolling his eyes away from her and holding them to the left
as he holds his guard.
"I was willing to play along"
He looks on to her, up in to her eyes as she sets her self in
stubborn; her head tilted back. "Play along?" He asked looking
down along her stomach, legs then on to her feet.
"I was going nuts in there. She totally spoiled the meeting,
unless the others forgot about it or it gave them nightmares
having their plants being crushed, suffocated under dirt wile
images of them selves being crushed, suffocating. And why didn't
you call me back? I waited all afternoon."
"You." Leonardo said, smirks, and then looks up into her eyes.
"You called me?"
"What did you think it was Jane or one of the other bimbo's?"
He shakes his head away from her, shakes it side to side slowly.
"You afraid of me offering support and help. The guy who had his
apartment demolished, his plants crushed, choking on." Sandra
laughs, tried to hold back but let it go quoting; "Cow manure"
Leonard sets for a smirk as she rocks back and forth from on the
bench; laughing and squealing a tear. "So here we are?" He said
sitting back in to the backrest and setting in for a stiff sit.
"Ya." Sandra replied, sits back, and lets her foot sing back and
forth from over his. "My folks own this restaurant, its just a
few blocks over. They've been bugging me to get, bring in a date.
It's like the place to eat for all the inner city vedgie heads.
Like; every moth they come up with a new meal; a vegetarian
entr�e. My place is right above, I have the whole top floor to my
self, a view of the west end, east end then from on the roof top;
the whole city."
"Sounds how do I say; Bon appetite."
"So?" She asked, looking on to him as he smiles in to the dark
"How could I say no."
"Well then." Purred Sandra. "How about this Friday?"
"Friday." Leonard said, looks down on to his hand, waves out his
fingers and begins looking them over one by one.
"It's in a day, tomorrows Thursday." She said, pushed her hand on
to his thigh.
"Friday." He said then stands to his feet, turns, and looks down
in to her dark brown eyes, sets out his right hand.
Sandra grabs a hold of his hand with hers, lets him lean back as
she wade her self down and stood up. Leonard looks down on to his
hand, stares, and his eyes squint then turns away and looks on to
Sandra as she breaks for a smile.
"I'm this way," She said waving her hand out over the bench; in
thru the park as streetlights from in the other sides shine
"Ya and I'm a couple of blocks that way." He said, looking over
his right shoulder and in to the stoplights ahead.
"See then." Sandra said, setting her hand on to his chest and
pushing him back in to the direction he had leaned in to.
"See ya then." He said as he leaned in with her push, watched as
she stepped on then turned and stepped out in to the street;
heading his way.