Ehrenstr.

Ehrenstr.

: rolls himself out of sleep & quilt knitted brow disheveld hair matted - X-Ray beholds the day bright clock ticks doesn' t know where opens the window not warm but sunny a little hygiene sunny-good day 1 sip coke first thing find out what' s happening outside etc. forgot to eat nothing there anyway probably noon already street full of shopping people nylon girls gel types cars jamjam cause of boldly crossing pedestrians should have brought skateboard nonsense too much traffic oh shit damn the traffic still have to get the module & go by Dean Money?? - not even 5 - ah, here still something a few dimes must be enough 1 boutique after another cinema & smart café look out stare gape out onto X-Ray's painted duds, uhm, they man how they look/sit only present & nothing else in the head man the shoes are nice what do you need shoes for, huh? tomorrow party in Ehrenfeld? The poster still wet with glue, probably Rolli, maybe I see him & get the low-down well first computer store or video video or computer store so video "Hi, how is it going??!" - "Well, like normal, always on the move that is... you just went to the art store?" - "Right." - "And? Brushes??" - "Yeah, and acrylics." - "Tomorrow is party in Ehrenfeld." - "Uhm. Really? Where?" - "Ruin." - "Okay, till then, hey?" X-Ray hasn' t met her for ages & actually doesn' t matter still lives in the Belgian quarter? but women, women, what for? ... so the computer store ... "I need such a module!" - "..." - "And how much?" - "1, 30." Well, that' s o.k. and home at once & build it in the hot new programs ah the graffitti is still there BAAAAAANG he runs into a parking meter & cuckoos: "Sexual intercorse!" some turn around but not so many, shit a camera would be good not a bad motif that car there best organize some money and buy some Contac "Sexual intercorse!" & next X-Ray is at home, bangs open the door & in where was the little screwdriver? Ah, music, bam pe tà pe tà BEAT! FUNK! YEAH! Sml. dance and jog opens the pimp from upstairs comes in (his mail box says "gynecologist") carefully: "Hi, PSY!" - "For you still X-Ray!" & wriggles vertebra-fingered to the music: "Listen, I gotta go, if my girl-friend comes, tell her that I 'll be back around ten." - "Okay, man," & pimp is gone, so back to work... the module is in but the program doesn' t load who is this? ah Dean... great, then I don' t have to go by there anymore "Well, man.." - "Allright." - "Look, new programs, don' t get the shit to work yet" ... "I, recently, threw in two trips/ lost my way in a bakery/ and then the woman, cross-eyed: does she want to kiss me? But she keeps looking past me, only then I notice it" Hiphop-péhip "Can you dance rap?" - "No, did this in the army, had the whole infirmary for myself, put up a ghetto-blaster & off I went..." - "Got money?" - "Uh .. uh, only ten." - "Okay." then Dean is gone again X-Ray lets Basic columns rain across his screen, then again, scream, jog, sml. parade past the pictures (the gallery for 1 day since the asshole landlord wets his pants) should finally build a new lamp but the neon post... quite expensive... to find 1? swipe? no fun anymore nothing is going on here anyway, out of here have to eat something and in any case that is enough to drive you nuts & X-Ray grabs his skateboard, races across Ehrenstr. oncoming traffic kiss my ass - Stop! now I got money!  Brakes with shuffling board half jumps half falls directly into the door of the pharmacy "1 package Contac 700" the broad stares stupidly at X-Ray & his painter-looks, but moves & great - what now:? best fries without the work cheap & most filling onto the board damn narrow now at rush hour curves races X-Ray boldly with well-calculated hip thrusts through the masses the made up girls long legs beleaguer the fronts of the shoes-rags-design shops exist portray & into the super-market glides X-Ray noiselessly through the aisles as if standing on a belt, perplexed glances from sales jerks so far so clear but what do I want here anyway? - Not fries but noodles homemade? - no fries are quicker no time to lose ... out again in passing  filching a package of cigs hopefully that the fries won' t take so long  I still gotta... in the booth another girl like that & X-Ray smiles with dimples & talks to her laughs too & is nice then whizzes back hooting cars fur coats department stores stinking exhaust fumes & generally bad fat off-work men briefcases rush rush BANG! down from the skateboard & into the hallway pounds on the mailboxes metallic clanging the room opens 5 Contac capsules pours the powder into the cupped hand & down with coke - arrgh, bitter! 1 picture, clearly 1 picture, uhm no, no more good paints video also doesn' t work first charge the accu more people come talk L. leaves 1 trip & some speed there the poet E. talks about joint performances still doesn' t want a computer super cheap X-Ray shows him 1 program which can speak he is amazed it' s already evening hungry, well, instead speed the telephone rings it is W. Feind today too is a sml. party  X-Ray looks around the apartment what should still be done picture texts computer video design but nothing to do the apartment lies on a water vein it really vibrates plenty to do but I better take some time now & hurries down the stairs through the dark window-bright Ehrenstr. all elegant and chic & empty when shops are closed all the glitter sparkles for nothing & nothing why is it X-Ray of all people who lives here steamyellow lies the sky above  the city it is quite far away & one has to take the tram people are there but not many 1 btl. apple schnaps he drinks all alone although he never drinks speed also a trip also & then he really thinks his head is bursting a few faces pale or not in the end he staggers giggling back to No. 76.