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Downtown Diary
The Coup
by Rocky the Diabolical Cat™ I was in my basement bachelor pad playing the vibraphone and singing an old Go-Betweens song...
I was slowly dying in a clinic just outside L.A.
you came and saw me
thank you
that picked me up straight away
...when my cell phone vibrated the pocket of my plus-fours.
“Hello, Rocky here... hello my dear Poyser, editor of NUVO! Thank you coming to my art event! Did you have a good time? Yes... yes... and your darling wife? Yes... Yes... that’s good. What have I been up to? Oh, the usual catting around, hahahahaha. Nena was here, as you remember, and we had a few drinks after leaving Utrillo’s, then the next morning had breakfast at The Abbey and did a bit of shopping at Midland. J.? J.? Do you mean ’the Fool’? Oh, the Fool is dolorous and malodorous as usual, I should say. Yes... yes... hmmmmm. I’m not sure. The Feline Front? Well, we’re still active down in New Orleans... Ikey and Brooklyn Ivan are down there leading cat rescue operations... you haven’t seen us on TV? Well of course you haven’t! We operate in the shadows, dear fellow! Yes... yes... maybe, I’m not sure... Yes, I thought it was clever that you praised J.’s writing at my art event... yes, his ‘pacing’! The ‘pacing of his writing’! I almost fell off the coffee table when I heard that! No, he has no idea... no... as far as he knows he still gets to write for NUVO... yes, our deal is still on — all Rocky, no J. No J. Period. Zero J., 100% Rocky. That’s right! Adieu, mon Poyser!”
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