The 36th Potluck Brothers' Podcast!!!

OK!.. Well, tonight's episode was very entertaining... as we had a bunch of people listen... but we were wearing clothes. So they didn't like that.  

Steve came back from Mexico, although he really didn't go.  Mike still thinks he was there, though... so don't tell him.  But we hear about little bit about what happened while he was there....

Pat does a famous "Do You Know" - and there was a "What's Up W/Dat" episode... and then of course... Soundbytes.  Tonight's Soundbytes were all "Party Songs" that you might hear at various parties...

There's a whole lot more in between... Plus a Soundbyte of Steve's Ringtone for Mike... "Come on, Man!"  that is purely funny in its own right.   OH! ...and Pat Sings Whitney Houston.

It all happens here... on this Episode of The Potluck Brothers' Podcast!

 

...and now, back to our regularly scheduled program.

 

(background music up)

(the sound of cars passing by from outside)

(a hint of a radio buzzing in and out)

 

As his eyes start to focus...

“Sylvia?”, Gerald said, almost in disbelief. 

“I know your iTunes code, remember? I could track you through Find My iPhone”.  “Shit”, shaking his head.  “3000 miles?” said Sylvia.  “THREE THOUSAND  MILES!” She said slowly… with a little more force.  “To some backwoods, Pennsylvania town… I never even heard of before.” 

Rolling over in the extended futon, trying to get some balance, Gerald raised his head to turn toward the angry voice.  But his head hurt. As if he had a migraine… but worse.    Wait, three thousand miles?  The map, the car… Shit.  After the wreck, the car’s odometer, must have taken a jolt.  He did notice that the speedometer seemed a little off.  Trying to get up, he noticed that he was covered in a thin blanket.

“I wouldn’t do that”, Sylvia said, with distain.  “I found you that way, I just helped you onto this fur thingie… and waited.” 

“…for 3 days?” muttered Gerald, questioningly… Laying back down.  “YES!  For three friggen days!” Yelled Sylvia.  Her voice piercing through his head, as if it were an icepick. “Well, other than going out for like a burger, and for basic toiletries.”  “Why didn’t you tell me you had another house… or better yet, A DIFFERENT LIFE, all together!” She said, as if her whole world was about to crumble.  He could actually hear the tears start welling, as she continued.

“For three days,” she sighed. “I found you on the floor, with your head all bruised.  Your clothes all dirty and ripped. I just spent a week looking for you, and there you were… on the floor. At first, I was going to knock on the door and introduce myself.  Like I never knew who you were, because I didn’t know if you had another girlfriend, or wife… Because I KNEW that you wouldn’t call me back after our last conversation.”

“But Sylvia, “ Gerald muttered.  “This isn’t my house.”

“It’s not?, said Sylvia confused.  “No.” Gerald said, raising his hand to his head, as if it was the only thing keeping his brains inside his skull.  “I don’t even know where we are.”

“You don’t..?” Sylvia said slowly, even more confused.  “No.  I was here to find the hidden scroll, that would lead to that hidden temple… the one we’ve been talking about.  So when we go to Belize, we could see if it really existed.  The clues, led me to some basement…” Gerald said, as if the memories were in some far off distance.  “..And then I heard noises, and the next thing I remember is waking up …right now… with you… yelling.”

“Let me get this straight.” itemized Sylvia. “You took those old notes my uncle had, put them together… EVEN AFTER I told you not to… and traveled Three THOUSAND Miles to some halfway house-looking basement!”  Sylvia listed, as if she was getting more angry with each phrase. “NOT EVEN KNOWING whose house this was, or who lived in it!  Just walked in.  Went in their basement.  …No wonder I found you on the floor all beaten up.”  With a beat, she then exclaimed, “I’m not buying it.”

Then there was silence.  As if she was thinking about it from his perspective.  Then came back to reality.  “Well, no one has been here for days”, She said allowed, thinking.  “That’s kind of weird.  There was nothing in the fridge, which I thought was typical for a player who leaves without any call as to where they were going.”  Said Sylvia scornfully.  ..”And who pays for the electric!”

“But I thought it would make for an adventure we could go on, for our trip”. Said Gerald, as almost trying to keep a secret… but letting the secret out, as if he was caught. 

There was more silence. 

With his eyes squinting, he started to notice the room a little more.  It looked like, what appeared to be a bedroom.  At his feet, across the room about ten feet away, was an upright dresser next to a small, old closet. The old wooden door was open, displaying several tattered board games on an upper shelf and a few denim shirts hanging on wire hangers.  There was a little out cove, to the left of the closest, with a cut out archway.  There were double paned windows at the far end of the out cove.  The out cove was just big enough for a queen sized mattress, which was neatly made with a bedspread that matched the curtains that hung on either side of the double pane windows.  The fur, futon thing he was lying on, was about 10 feet away from the bottom of the bed.  Over his shoulder, looking on was Sylvia, shaking her ankle angrily, sitting crossed legged on an old 1970’s kitchen chair.  She then spoke up again. 

“You did all this… for us.  For our vacation.  …That’s crazy.” She stands up.  “..And this isn’t even your place.”  She said, pacing, as if not convinced.  “No…” Said Gerald, exhausted from the inquisition, the pounding headache, and everything else he went through to be in the position he was currently in.  Laying helpless… basically naked, in some furry, black… but comfortable futon.   All the traveling, all the wasted time, through Arizona… across New Mexico.  Remembering the nothingness of Oklahoma and the bar fight in Missouri.  His head gave a ring, as if tinnitus was setting in.  In the distance, he could hear sylvia’s voice again.  “You did all this …for us.” 

Shaking his head, in agreement, but was fading fast.  As if he was about to pass out again from fatigue, or whatever had happened to him since being in that dark and musty basement.  “Then, If this wasn’t your place… and no one was going to be here… you wouldn’t mind if I.. did this...”  She dropped her coat, and got on the fur futon.  Straddling him.  Coming closer.  As everything slowly goes dark.  …Again.