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Bugs, a man not young or old, in raggedy clothes, sits on concrete lightpost pedestal by the bus stop at the Park and Ride. A rough homemade tattoo
marks his fore arm skin that declares 'I Love Pussy!' inside of a heart. On his bicep he wears the name 'Rose' in ink. Commuters, buses and trains hustle and bustle coming and going against a backdrop of derelict factories, railyards, freeways, sprawl, mountains and bright blue sky. His eyes seem to look far away, either into the backdrop of urbia/sprawl and the land and sky, or past that into his own head.
A greasy hungover tramp, about the same age as Bugs, puts the bite on 2 other people. Next he slinks over in front of Bugs.
"Excuse me sir, do you have a transfer or dollar you can help me with so I can get on the train?"
Bugs looks straight into the tramp's eyes sincerely without answering.
"Do you have a transfer or dollar please?" the bum repeats undaunted.
"Bungee duck poozle snap a lotta lick ripple ladder flip."
The tramp looks at Bugs sideways and steps back. "Say what?"
"Death cycle wash tongue my hammer pink in a cough drop trap."
"Yeah ok, see you man. Take care." The tramp starts to leave.
Bugs hits himself open handed hard in the head over and over again. "Change station! Change station! Change station!"
"Right." The tramp walks away, chuckling.
Bugs resumes his vacant stare at mediocratopia for a while.
Jumpcut> a young woman tosses a half a Subway sandwich into the trashcan. After she's walked off Bugs gets up and rescues it. He returns to his spot and eats it. He lays back and snoozes for awhile.
The shadows grow long and sun hangs lower when Bugs wakes and sits up. The rush hour bustle at the park and ride now surges in a frenzy.
Bugs walks up to a commuter, a young man who looks like a student, and puts the bite on him. "Excuse me sir, do you have a transfer or dollar you can help me with so I can get on the train?"
He rufuses Bugs, so he repeats the process with a middle aged office worker woman type. "Excuse me sir, do you have a transfer or dollar you can help me with so I can get on the train?" She refuses Bugs too.
Finally Bugs approaches a high school girl and smiles sheepishly. "Excuse me sir, do you have a transfer or dollar you can help me with so I can get on the train?"
She giggles at him calling her a sir. "Here." She digs him a generous handful of change from her pocket and puts it in his hand.
A transit cop watches. He thanks her, backs up and turns away. The cop approaches. Bugs kicks rocks.
Bugs walks by a sidewalk cafe. A young hip woman walks out with a tall cup of coffee, stops and takes a sip. The maniac does a doubletake, goes back and stands directly in front of her, like 6 inches away.
He smiles goofily. "Hello."
"Excuse me. You're in my way." She steps around him.
He follows. She walks fast. He matches her stride. She runs. Bugs sprints after her. She turns around and throws the coffee at him. He ducks and the hot liquid misses him.
"Help!" she screams.
Bugs stops on a dime, turns around and walks casually along as if nothing were wrong. He whistles.
She keeps running.
Bugs plods down the sidewalk along a busy street. He stops in front a musical instrument pawn shop and looks at the melodic devices on display in the window. He goes into the store.
Bugs starts checking out instruments, like a trumpet, guitar, and clarinet. The Pawn Broker and a customer negotiate the terms of a transaction. The tags all show prices in the hundreds of thousands of dollars. The ragamuffin acts like the prices don't phase him. He continues browsing and ends up at a glass case.
A small television high above the counter plays a Looney Tunes cartoon.
Bugs fixates on a toy keyboard/sampler. He stares for a short while. A clerk goes in and out of a store behind the counter, pricing merchandise, arranging the positions of the instruments and putting the polish on everything. Finally he notices that Bugs has not taken his eyes off of the electronic noisebox.
The clerk grabs it out of the case and shows it to Bugs with a friendly expression. "Try it out." He turns it on and hands it to Bugs.
Bugs looks at it and figures out which button to push for a mechanical drum beat. He pushes different buttons for samples of a rooster's crow, a machine gun, a bomb and a siren. Bugs plays a simple tune of Pop Goes the Weasel on the keyboard to the beat punctuating the end of each stanza with a sample. His expression shows wonder and elation.
"It's a good deal," the clerk tells him.
Bugs looks at the price tag: $25. He plays one more stanza and hands the keyboard back to the clerk. The worker shrugs and puts it back in the case as Bugs takes off.
The urchin goes into a supermarket.
Bugs enters a washroom and takes a piss in the urinal. When he finishes he turns to the sink. 'EVOL' stains his forehead sloppily. He starts washing his hands without looking at his reflection in the big mirror. When he finally sees himself 'LOVE' marks his brow. He uses soap to try to try to wash it off. Bugs becomes more frantic when it won't come clean. He turns the hot water spigot, not noticing that the water runs black.
When he looks at the mirror again, very disturbed, the image appears negative, and filth covers his face. He laughs maniacally.
Another shopper comes out of a bathroom stall toward the sink to wash his hands, sees Bugs, changes his mind and exits the bathroom. 2 or 3 voices laugh hard. Bugs looks all around, still laughing.
"You can't wash it off, fool," A big shaggy dog puppet looking freak with a spiked collar tells him.
Ignoring the dog, Bugs looks at the mirror to keep on scrubbing the scrawl from his face, wild with panic. He drips with water and soap. The filth has disappeared. Bugs dries himself with paper towels. He becomes calm, practically serene, and exits the restroom.
Bugs strolls alone down a dark neighborhood street. He travels not in the sidewalk but in the road. At each parked car he tries both the back and front doorhandles, finding them mostly locked. He constantly scans and checks the perimeter. Once in awhile he opens an unlocked door. He checks the compartment between the seats, the glove box and the ashtrays. Soon enough he scores some change. He closes the door and keeps on car prowling.
A citizen appears down the street and comes closer. Bugs stops checking car doors until the person goes by. He starts the process again. Finally he scores a couple of dollar bills and some change. He also takes a Scooby Doo lunchbox from a back seat.
On a downtown street people go in and out of restaurants bars and clubs. Bugs comes up to a lamppost across the sidewalk from a saloon/grill and opens the lunchbox on the sidewalk and starts a frenzied spastic dance something like a seizure shake with no discernable rhythm.
"Pumpkin pie Volkswagen potato skin quiet light rock bottle
jig jam jig jam jigga jigga jigga jam
noodle flower car bomb pizza bug eat a marble toothpick chicken
get off zoo zam smile hard harder harder don't try not to cry
jig jam jig jam jigga jigga jigga jam
ice cream ice cream I want ice cream buy me some ice cream you selfish
motherfucking clown killers right now!"
A lot of passersby have had something to drink. Some people scoff at the atonal dischordant antirhythmic dance chant. But a few people watch at the spectacle of nonsense. Some of these actually drop dollars in his lunchbox.
Jumpcut> Bugs keeps up his performance. A strolling couple stops to watch Bugs. The woman, affected, drops a $10 in the lunchbox.
Bugs stops. "Thanks Miss."
She looks at Bugs, smiles bashfully, and he looks at her. He takes a small step towards her, points to his forehead and leans toward her slow.
"Touch my forehead with yours," he instructs, calm and quiet, smiling.
Her partner looks sideways at them, bracing himself, but lets it continue. She looks at him, gets no sign, and so leans her forehead towards Bugs'. They touch brows. He instructs, "Open your eyes and look into mine."
She complies.
"Wao! CYCLOPS!!!" he yells.
The couple and Bugs laugh hysterically. After the catharsis wanes the two leave Bugs to do his show.
Later, when nobody watches, Bugs takes the lunchbox and goes into the dark alley. He sits against the wall and makes sure no one sees. He takes a shoe and sock off, puts the money in the sock and shoe back on. Bugs gets up and leaves.
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