Boxing with Godot
Randy whipped out his switchblade and screamed that he was going to cut someone if he didn't get out of this box.
Carlos, our existentialist, said, "You aren't in a box, we together are the box."
I added, "Randy is right. If he sees us in a box then we are in a box. Your 'being the box' concept only holds up if everyone believes that we are the box. And Randy is proof that not everyone believes that."
Carlos replied that he was the box with or without Randy.
Randy spun around angrily, "You are one sick mother" and slashed the side of the box with the switchblade. The box disappeared right along with Carlos.
"Oh my god," whispered Randy, "he actually was the box."
Randy skipped down the narrow dirt road that lead to the box singing old Broadway tunes. It was then that I realized that Bob and I were left alone sitting side by side on a park bench in a pool of suspicious theatrical lighting. I turned to him and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Charles," I said.
He replied, "Lionel. Like the trains."
We shook hands and I noticed that his fingers were all broken. I asked him about it and he said, "Yeah, broken." I told him that I did musical seizures, hoping he would feel better about his fingers.
He nodded.
I suggested that we had things in common. For instance, we were sitting down. We always did seem to be sitting down. He didn't respond.
I asked what happened to Carlos. Lionel replied that he remembered something about a sick mother.
I told him that I didn't mind the box. Lionel shrugged.
"I guess I'll keep writing music as long as my libido stays intact, box or no box," I finally declared with a forced smile.
Lionel said that playing the guitar with broken fingers had nothing to do with boxes, never did.
"Wanna start a new box?" I asked. He said that he didn't know if that was a good idea.
So Randy escaped the box. Bob can be found around playing the guitar, but he vibrates on a different frequency and can be difficult to see, and I recorded this album. Bob and I should have named our new box Boxing Godot if we had one, but the name, Godot, was already taken by a Chinese band in Shanghai.
Carlos. Well, Carlos remained the box. A black black-box.