Frank & Earthy

"Big Ideas (Don't Get Any)" (James Houston printer remix) - Radiohead (download)

The Motel Party: no. 1, no. 2, no. 3, no. 4, no. 5, no. 6, no. 7, no. 8, no. 9, no. 10, no. 11, no. 12

Peabody's living room was filled with books, but no Peabody. "Door's open," he told me on the phone. "Shoulda come in before." Detective novels and sci-fi paperbacks were next to the disintegrating gray couch, but also Balzac, Proust, Blake. The walls were paneled with a dark, fake wood that had muted to a sickly tan. Moldy but undusty LPs leaned against a turntable set on a low olive bookshelf. A bouquet of red helium balloons--two or three popped, another half-dozen intact--floated in one corner. Upstairs, there was water running. "Hello?" I shouted tentatively. To my left, a counter gave way to a kitchen, three of the four cabinets open. I could see another three balloons straining to escape from inside one. I stepped towards the stairs at the back of the room. Boards creaked. "Hello?" I shouted again, and listened. There was a shout on the second floor. I walked upstairs. "Yes?" I replied. "Come in here and help me," a voice returned. On the right, an open bathroom door revealed two men, old and older, the former attempting to the lift the latter from the toilet. The older man grinned stupidly, his wrinkled features recoiling to the guileless guilt of a small child.