Then Came Each Actor Upon His Ass
And it was good.
So very good.
And each had food
And unto himself
The feedbag was full
The groaning board groaned
The drink was abundant
The water trough quenched
The wine barrel quenched
And it was good
And so the first day passed.
~ Mr. President.
~ President Tricky.
~You know I’m dead, right?
~I’m not one for details.
~It was details that did me in.
~I just dined with the Queen and was right jolly.
~So, I didn’t spill soup. I can handle details.
~You didn’t spill soup when we ate together, either.
~We had some good talks then – thanks.
~ You’re trying to replace me.
~ In the affections of the American people.
~ Have you been drinking?
~ Fucking A about that. You are ruining my reputation.
~ I don’t even think about your reputation – believe me.
~ But you’re pulling a Nixon.
~ Not even close, Dick. May I call you Dick?
~ Sure, Donny. Is it true you don’t drink?
~ Not a drop.
~ Jesus – you do this stuff sober?
~ I’ve got the Will of the People and the Blessing of God.
~ God doesn’t give a shit.
~ I know that. And neither do the People.
~ They’ll take you down, Donny.
~ That was a big part of your problem, Dick.
~ You cared what people thought of you.
~ They brought me down – the bastards.
~ Yeh – but you lived out your life OK.
~ Heh! I became an Elder Statesman.
~ And kept out of prison.
~ If I had sung, I would have brought down the whole corrupt Elite with me.
~ If I drank, I’d drink to that, Dick.
~ So, Donny, do you plan sticking around?
~ While I’m having fun – yeh.
The woman straightens with enough speed to lose a few drops of her conversational whiskey. She looks at Alison Alexandra in surprise and appreciation. A translucent mask is peeled from her face. She is animated. Her eyes are expectant.
“You are new here.”
“You’re the observer.” Alison Alexandra smiles.
“But I never say what I really see.” The woman finally takes a real drink. “None of us do.”
“But you come up to me – with your observations.”
“In truth -”
The woman stops. She realises how rarely she tells the truth. She is startled that she is about to do so. She is apprehensive.
“In truth, it is on a dare.”
“Someone has dared you to ask me?”
“Actually, a number of people have put money in a pot to see if this will happen.”
“To approach me?”
“How much am I worth?”
The woman raises her glass and laughs. “A bottle of Scotch.”
“Not really.” The woman is apologetic, yet she laughs. “It’s not that calibre of party.”