My case's rested now. (9i)
My name is Jester. Well, at any rate, that’s how
they keep calling me.
It’s a good name. It’s a good designation. It’s who
I am, who I have always aspired to be.
My girl friend’s called Cenestra – I always figured it was
a nickname, some downer sleepy time capsule, on the other hand that
wouldn’t fit her profile. Well, some things in the past you don’t
get unhooked from.
Why these things stick? I tried to get to that – still am. I can
tell you, it’s a goddamn shit load of subterranean mazes. A lot.
Innumerably many, and still you try to find some way through. Usually
half successful – you know like girl friends. Cenestra is a special
one though. She’s that weird synthesis of crazéd happy
bubbly energy. Both sides of a glitt'ry coin.
Guarantees good sex, both depraved and passionate. Emptiness is not
for us. It’s for the bogus drinkers, for the furniture clowns,
or the wolf packs of boredom.