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afterwards, whatever you do, don’t look into the mirror.” “Why? What happens?” “You end up standing there for hours. You see all kinds of shit, things you never saw before. You spend hours studying every blemish. It’s like, ‘Wow, where did that come from?’” “That’s all that happens to you?” Devin smirks. Apparently his trips are more complex, darker, and stranger than Johnny’s. “It’s like,” Johnny goes on, “when you look at something for a long enough time, it starts to distort, right? Well, when you’re on acid, time slows down and a glance is like staring at something steadily for hours. It distorts all over the place.” “I definitely know that feeling,” Lee jokes. “Yeah, and then the next thing you know there’s people outside knocking on the door, ‘Hey, man, are you okay in there?’” “Acid’s rough,” Devin says, leaning past Adrian’s empty seat, his face close to Lee’s, nodding patiently, rhythmically as a dripping faucet. Everything Devin does begins slow and inconclusive, then seems to tumble toward the lowest possible spot, tragically firm and resigned. He purposefully looks at Lee, satisfied—having doused the idea of LSD—leans back in his chair and glances at his watch. “Hope the food gets here soon, I’ve got to get rolling.” A serious expression overtakes Johnny’s face and he asks Devin how his wife is getting along. “Well, she’s doing okay, I guess, you know, under the circumstances. It’s kind of hard taking care of her all the time, going back and forth between here and the Sunset.” “When’s she going to have the baby?” “Well, you know, they’ve got her on this drug to arrest the labor, so it’s kind of up to the doctor. She’ll have the baby whenever he decides to take her off the drug.” “Is that why she can’t move around?” Lee hasn’t been with the band long enough to know all the details surrounding Devin’s situation and his wife’s pregnancy. “Yeah.” Devin looks deeply at his nearly dry pint glass. “Did you guys plan this at all?” Lee does know that Devin’s been separated from his wife for a while. Devin looks up again, shrugging. “No. She went off the pill without telling me, after I’d moved out.” " 32 | Hair Trigger 2.0
Johnny raises his glass. “Hey, cheer up, you guys.” “And let’s have some more beer, huh?” Devin smiles all around the table. Lee observes Adrian, still at the baseline before the dartboard, wondering why he seems so removed tonight. Probably he’s sick of hearing about my problems with Betty, he thinks. After all, Adrian’s been hard up for a girlfriend for a while. Maybe they’ve been spending too much time together. He watches Adrian pull the darts out of the cork dartboard, turn, and stroll back to the baseline. He poses there, peering in at the round target, about to spring, his arm stiff, half-cocked, ready to throw, his attitude reckless. “Hey, why don’t you toss the caber?” Lee calls over to him. Adrian tilts his head to the side, wrinkling his bushy eyebrows, wordlessly asking Lee what the hell he’s talking about. “The caber. On the wall. Behind you.” Adrian turns and admires the caber hung at an angle, parallel to the rise of the stairs going up to the balcony above the bar. His attention captured, Adrian steps closer to the wooden pole and examines the three framed, black-and-white photos demonstrating how to toss the miniature telephone pole. The first picture shows a seemingly feminine figure straining, legs bent in a posture that makes it look as if she’s struggling just to hold the darned thing up. The second one clearly shows the figure to be a man, now trying to get the caber off of his chest and aloft. Lee thinks this thrower looks disappointed, as if he knows he’ll never get the pole into the air. Adrian stands before the third photo, which shows the log in full flight, the tosser’s back to the camera; face turned away, arms outstretched behind him, as if he were grabbing at the ascending pole, trying to pull it back into his hands. “Let’s play darts,” Lee suggests, reaching to take the darts from Adrian—but, at that very same moment, the waiter brings the fish and chips and they sit back down to eat, ordering another round of beer, Lee and Devin substituting Guinness for Bass. “They used to have Watneys on tap here, but they don’t anymore.” “Watneys? I’ve never heard of that either. Is it good?” Johnny wants to know. Devin nods and Lee says, “It’s the best—the only beer that matters.” “Sounds good. Do you think they have it in bottles?” “Might.” “Let’s go see,” says Johnny, laying a hand on Devin’s shoulder, “before he brings the next Lee Foust | "33
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Page 3 and 4: CONTENTS Introduction ii NOTHING GO
Page 5 and 6: NOTHING GOES TO WASTE Shannon Peave
Page 7 and 8: So I take my B vitamins. The next n
Page 9 and 10: have, paradoxically, a broad but pa
Page 11 and 12: interaction with some state agency
Page 13 and 14: it is someone else’s: love on the
Page 15 and 16: In autumn, when the leaves had turn
Page 17 and 18: WHEN TO WAKE THE DUST Shebana Coelh
Page 19 and 20: almond trees and a round green cour
Page 21 and 22: ejection; he tells her thank you ag
Page 23 and 24: Now, though he is still embarrassed
Page 25 and 26: CORALY’S REVENGE Phong Nguyen A m
Page 27 and 28: things he had done. And all I could
Page 29 and 30: with a wide-open space down the cen
Page 31 and 32: “Uhh,” Johnny looks at Lee and
Page 33: ut you can get too deep into it rea
Page 37 and 38: deserted early morning hours in Adr
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