It was five to twelve. Almost midnight.
The man entered the pub reluctantly. After ordering a JD on the rocks he walked towards the jukebox, trying not to get his raincoat stained (and seeing the surroundings that was a long shot).
He lit a cigarette with his shiny zippo and smoked deeply.
Somewhere he heard a voice saying: "what up, Jimmy?" and nodded without having a look.
The man took out a quarter dollar and put it into the jukebox. He selected an old, lively tune thinking it was what he needed, but the machine didn't seem to work. After a few seconds James kicked the fucking device and a scratchy sound came out while the machine gave back the coin and the music started to sound.
Dammit! that wasn't the song he wanted to hear...
but after a while he smiled and thought: "perhaps that's what I need..."
Two hours later the man left the pub (of course without paying a round) whistling the song he didn't want to hear.
There was a thought running through his head. Something like tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life, but he was too wasted and quite sure he won't remember it the next day.
The well-known tune echoed as the man faded in the shadows of the night:
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well you might find
You get what you need.
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When the door slammed farewell to Jimbo, the blind fortune teller seated in the corner table took out his Tarot from a scarred backpack he was hiding between his rags. In a mechanical motion, he shuffled, cut, and flipped the top card of the deck, with his blank eyes looking towards the infinity during all the rite. It seemed like he could see through the worlds, to the outer spheres of thought.
Then he put the card in front of him, gently, in the chipped surface of the table. Smoothly, he rubbed it with his fingertips, looking for the drawing in the card, and the subtle bumps and scratches that were the only way he had to identify the Arcana.
In a blink, he realised the drawing. He opened his eyes wide with surprise, then smiled before restoring the card in the pack and putting it away in his dirty bag.
"Welcome back, James. Long time no see!", the old man greeted the empty room.
"Better say goodbye, you weirdo!", spitted the barman, "He left some time ago!", and started laughing out loud.
Perhaps that was the reason for him not hearing the beggar muttering:
"I know he left. But now, he's back. And he's back for good..."
(Se admiten correcciones al inglés, nunca es mal momento para aprender ;)
Ese Joks... gracias por el comentario, por los VGs, los BPs y los E&I.
Gracias por el VII, El Carro y La Victoria.
Gracias por ESE café (sólo, largo y doble) y sobre todo:
gracias por la parte que te pertenece de Jimbo.
Nos veremos pronto... en cualquiera de Nuestros Universos ;)
Bye, old friend.
J.B.
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