Captain's Log 97211

Wouldn’t it be funny if I were a Trekky…

Maybe it wouldn’t be since a lot of people are, and probably even people I know. I watched that show religiously when I was a kid. I fucking loved Kirk, his commanding voice, all his women and power. The Enterprise his glory and Spock by his side, intentional, logical and cool in every move, ready to answer to Kirk’s every whim with precision not passion. Hot.

I just rode home in the trunk of a car after watching a movie on the roof of a hotel garage. The car became over full after the driver agreed to add one more person. Zelda needed to go back to work to get some baby mice to take home. She didn’t want to leave them at her job overnight and didn ’t want to transport them on the bus. Apparently a client of the place she works came in with a crazy tale of these baby mice sitting by her front door every day when she came home.. She wanted to give them to someone who would “take care of them”… My friend Zelda tells her to bring them in and she will give then a fighting chance. Having just come from my tour of duty in NY I’m rolling my eyes thinking to myself, kill them…

So a few days later this kooky lady comes to Zelda who is working the front desk of this social services place. The lady places the box on Zelda’s reception desk and before she can open the box the lady has scampered off. It’s serious how she’s describing the vintage box the mice came in, the two of them just sitting there on this white pelt when she opens the lid. Zelda is going on about how she’s going to bring them home and how serious she is about allowing them to live. Admirable yes. For sure, Felice says, we’re taking her to work to get the mice so she can bring them home.

As soon as the film is over we break away from the crowd. The trunk pops open for bags and invites me in. I was thinking I’d do a lap dance for my bro Dfox on the way home but the trunk is so appealing with the blankets from the movies. Zelda makes like she’s throwing me in but I’m hopping in willingly. The Midwesterners are a bit worried about me, but really, I have a more space than anyone else, and I’m horizontal.

I can hear the murmur in the car and have time and space to relax and take photos. I hear partying on the sidewalk outside of bars and kids on the street corners. I feel pampered in my solitude. The Lieutenant is driving and Dfox is navigating. We stop to pick up the alien beings and make our way home dropping people at their destinations. I feel the crunch of gravel beneath the tires before the trunk is opened and I climb out and find my way inside. Sorry Kirk, you got nothin’ on me.