The other day I told the soldier I felt lonely and asked if he felt the same. He said he didn’t and explained he would if he didn’t have anyone. “But I’ve got a girl and a dog…” He added that he thought feeling lonely (when you had someone) was sort of a “woman thing”.

(swearing below the break)

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“You have so attracted women,” I said.

“Just you, P.”

“Wrong!” I named a woman who made a play for him.
(swearing below the break)
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“That was a nice thing to say, I guess I’ll marry you after all,” I said.

He laughed. “I’m not holding my breath.”

“Oh come on. You know I’m going to marry you, I’m just waiting for you to give the word. You know you have criteria you think should be met so I’m just waiting for you to hit your marks.”

“Pretty good cover story, P. I always say, best have your cover story ready.”

“Broke Knee to Crazy P! Broke Knee to Crazy P!” the soldier said on the phone.

“What is it Broke Knee? Another change? We got a wicked Moon coming to full. It’s a beast,” I said.

“We just had a full moon and Mercury flyin’!” (flyin’ = Rx in soldier speak)

“We did not! One full moon a month and Mercury… well yeah. Mercury had been flyin’”

“I hate when Mercury flies. Why does it fly so much? Someone ought to shoot that thing down!”

“Dora is there,” I told the soldier, she was lying dutifully at our feet.

“Ah, P, that dog is no good. She’s no good! If she’s not going to hunt a squirrel, the least she could do is get the newspaper!”

We don’t have a newspaper but I didn’t say anything because I was thinking of Dora’s little undersized front teeth which would have no hope of grabbing a newspaper.
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The soldier on the phone:

‘Well P, she is not a good dog. Dora is no good as a dog.”

“How can you say that? She has been your loyal dog for a dozen years.”

“She is not a loyal dog, she is barely even a dog. She doesn’t listen to me, she doesn’t let me pet her, she can’t hunt a thing and if burglars come in, Dora will take them right to the silverware, PLUS she dumped me in a canoe!”
Continue reading Voice Of Mars: “She’s A Disgrace To Dogdom”

My parents tried to fix me up with a girl once. Grenata,” the soldier said with his voice full of disgust.

“What was wrong with Grenata?” I asked. He was 2nd grade age. Actually he was in 1st grade for the second time because they made him retake it in Spanish.

“I didn’t like Grenata! Oh her mother was this famous singer. We had her records but I did not like that girl,” he said emphatically.

He mentioned where she was from and explained how he detests Spanish spoken with her particular accent. He has Venus in Gemini, so the voice counts.
Continue reading Voice Of Mars: Grenata

“I’m clean as a peach,” the soldier said, brightly. “I had a bubble bath and a shower,” he added.

“You had a bubble bath?” He is at an Arizona truck stop with Indians who have large bathtub for 2 in their truck stops.

“Yep! They said, do you want some soap and some bubble bath? I said, yeah. I’ll have some soap and some bubble bath!”
Continue reading Voice Of Taurus: “I’m Clean As A Peach!”

“I don’t think I am going to be able to read this book,” I told the soldier. “I don’t like the character of the writer. I just don’t like him right off the bat. It’s too bad because I really would like to know what is in this book but I just don’t think I can stomach this guy. He’s… a spotlight as you say.”

(swearing below the break)
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“The girl in there, she was a meth head for sure,” the soldier said after leaving

‘How’d you know?”

“Oh, she was one of those all skinny, she was bony, she had those devices in her face and sores all over her.”

“Ugh.”
Continue reading Voice Of Mars: “I Am A Moron And…”