JIMMY KOMMA'S SEVEN-PART FIRE-DIARY SIDE-NOTE pt. 7 of 9

Honest from 5000 miles away
That’s the way he usually played
But here was a girl who lived in town
Who had heard the black word about Jimmy Komma
and was still down.

First night they met,
she said she was going camping with her lil brother on Christmas.

Thus cued the jazzy opening credit sequence to Jimmy Komma’s Redemption Sequel.

“I’m the only person I’ve ever met
who goes camping with their lil brother
on holidays,”
he Voice-Overed.

She was a twist on two
of his favorite types,
Christian Schoolteacher & Wiccan Lesbian,
Both endowed with what he didn’t have:
The spirit of Jesus Christ, an education, an ideology,
pussy.

“Camping with her sibling on Xmas can only mean one thing,”Jimmy told his lil sister on the phone, “She is filling in for her own parentless ravine, just like me!”
“Gotta go now, Jimbo,” said his sister.

Jimmy wanted to share all
the details of how he lured her
to his house with promises of a red tent.
How she came easily,
marveling at his manly gear.
“Funny, you don’t come off as outdoorsy,” she volunteered.
“Oh, you hated that,” Jimmy’s sister would-have-said.
“Oh, I hated that,” Jimmy would-have-confirmed.

Passing the red tent like a Torah,
Jimmy spoke:
“I’m a simple man. All I want to do is live in the woods with a real woman like you,
feeding you apples.
No more skanks.
No more scandals.
This red tent was the last gift
my mother gave to me.
You never have to give it back cuz,
darling,
you are moving in with me!”

Jimmy coughed,
cutting a left onto Lake Ave.
The mountains on fire looked like one big scanner sending certain death downwards.
His creme beem, the only civilian car in sight.

Jimmy took a deep drag of the toxic air,
honored to be risking his life for an age-appropriate girl 
with elven parting down the middle 
of her toe-length hair.

She was a woman who understood the dilemmas of men. Born extremists. Like babies, like dogs, like her ex-Nazi father, 
who was outside her house, 
boarding up her windows with misshapen logs…

“May stop a looter or two,” he said, mistaking Jimmy for a neighbor.
“I’m Jimmy, I came to-”
“O-ho, Jimmy! Yeah, she played us that message you left… Even I never pissed her off like that!”

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