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Gutter punk turned housecat Shake is on the hunt for her MIA friend Rusho, a man who was once guardian angel for runaway kids who has fallen from grace. She not only has to navigate the chaotic gutter punk landscape, but also has to struggle through the disdain of many of her tribe in her quest to find and help her friend.<\/p>\n

This story is featured in my collection of short stories entitled Short Songs<\/a>, featuring characters from The Rise and Fall of Skye Wright series<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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     It was strange because it was strange and it should not have been strange at all.
\n     Shake felt out of place, and she found the whole concept as unsettling as it was bizarre.
\n     It had been quite some time since she moved into an apartment, an apartment with her friend Gust, the one that her rock star friend Skye Wright was renting.
\n     She glanced at a homeless man who was shambling along the street in his gray clothes, clutching multiple shopping bags, his face mostly hidden by clumps of matted hair. He shot her a look and Shake looked away when she realized it was no one she knew.
\n     Skye was letting Shake live in her second apartment in exchange for watching her place as well as her cats and dogs when she was at work and especially when she was on tour. It was one of the best gigs she ever had, to live in a nice place in exchange for what she would barely call work.
\n      She would refer to Skye as a \u201crock star\u201d only facetiously. Skye was not truly a rock star in the mainstream sense. She was only well known in certain circles. But Skye\u2019s band the Dynamite Chicks had been doing so well that Skye had managed to buy Butt Fork studios and its corresponding record label, which kept Skye quite busy, which kept Shake busy.
\n     Her trip to her old homeless stomping grounds was prompted by an email from her fellow gutter punk turned indoor cat and former Menschen Park resident Trilly, who let her know that Rusho, a mutual gutter punk friend, was trying to get his life together, despite his controversial state of mind.
\n     She could not stop thinking about her homeless mentor Rusho, the man who showed her the ropes of living on the street when she was a fresh teenage runaway. He not only schooled her on finding shelter, finding food, squat living, and avoiding cops, but he mentored just about everyone who showed up at the park, every fresh face who was trying to find refuge, almost always people who had run away from hellish family life, as she had.
\n      She was approaching the corner 7-11, meaning she had to keep an eye out for her friends, or at least people she recognized. Shake ran through her mental list of friends and familiars, such as Rare, Chicken Joe, Judy the park scene queen, Gumbutter the gentle giant, or the members of her short lived gutter punk gang The Sidewalk Sackers, the mob that had been organized by Trilly. If she ran into anyone, she hoped she could find Sally Salt, or Rhonda Road Rage, or Sheena Shill. They were the gutter punks who knew the scene, and knew what was going on. They were the ones who were the most likely to help her find Rusho.
\n     If they were still on the street, that is.
\n     Passing by the 7-11, she glanced at a group of shaggy looking young men and quickly looked away when she did not recognize any of them. She kept reminding herself that Trilly was no longer on the streets either, Skye having found her a place in San Francisco after she hired Trilly to be a music scout.
\n      Her heart ached when she let herself experience that glimmer of hope, that she would find Rusho.
\n      But she knew that was too far-fetched of a possibility.
\n      Nevertheless, she was going to try.
\n     She was on her way to Menschen Park, the transient enclave where she spent quite a bit of time when she was homeless. Technically it had not been that long since she had gotten off of the streets, but she knew all too well how quickly things could change. One police raid of the park could have scattered all of her friends all over the place, compelling or forcing them to seek other homeless enclaves. They could have even been forced to find refuge in other cities if it got bad enough.
\n      She did not have to wait until she got to the park. She found her friend Quinn around the corner from Menschen Park, instantly recognizing her short and wide frame dressed in army surplus clothes, walking her small brown and red chicken. \u201cWhat the fuck Quinn!\u201d
\n     \u201cHey Shake!\u201d smiled Quinn as she picked up her chicken. \u201cI ain\u2019t seen you aroun\u2019 in a while.\u201d
\n      \u201cWell, I\u2019m actually indoors now.\u201d
\n      \u201cNo kiddin\u2019?\u201d said Quinn whose face turned into one big Chesire cat-like grin as her long and wild bangs hid most of her face. \u201cYou gotta tell me that story. How the fuck can you afford rent?\u201d
\n      \u201cCan I get ya\u2019 a slice a pizza and a soda?\u201d asked Shake.
\n      \u201cYeah, sure, if it ain\u2019t putin\u2019 you out.\u201d
\n      \u201cHell naw. Why would it put me out?\u201d
\n      \u201cI knows that if you indoors you must be countin\u2019 every goddamn penny to stay there.\u201d
\n      Shake and Quinn went to the pizza stand where Quinn waved her small red chicken at the angry manager telling her to keep her animal out of his store.
\n      Shake came out with a couple of slices and they sat on the sidewalk next to a jewelry stand.
\n     \u201cThanks for the food,\u201d said Quinn as she fed bits of crust to her chicken. \u201cThis glob a\u2019 dough will hold me for the day.\u201d
\n      \u201cNo prob.\u201d
\n     \u201cTell me what the hell you\u2019re doin\u2019 inside. Wha\u2019d ya do, rob a bank?\u201d
\n     \u201cNaw. My friend Skye gave me an\u2019 Gust a place to live.\u201d
\n      Quinn sat up, her wide eyes looking at shake through her drooping bangs. \u201cYou mean Skye Wright? The Dynamite lady?\u201d
\n      \u201cYeah.\u201d
\n      \u201cHoly fuck. You know her?\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah I do. I\u2019ve known her for years. You do too!\u201d
\n      Quinn\u2019s eyes rolled around behind her hair. \u201cI do?\u201d
\n      \u201cFuck yeah. You run into her all the time at Gilman.\u201d
\n      \u201cOh. Well, I\u2019m almost always trashed when I go there, so I don\u2019t usually remember much.\u201d
\n      A couple of passing punks yarked at Quinn, offering her some friendly heckles as they passed by. Shake was somewhat embarrassed that she did not recognize them.
\n      Shake crossed her legs and folded her hands after she finished off her pizza. \u201cI don\u2019t suppose you seen Rusho around lately, have you?\u201d
\n      \u201cRusho? Why? He owe you money?\u201d
\n      \u201cNaw. He don\u2019t owe me no money.\u201d
\n      \u201cThen you\u2019re lucky,\u201d said Quinn as she waded up a napkin and threw across the sidewalk into a trash can as if she were throwing a basketball.
\n     \u201cHow am I lucky? He owe you?\u201d
\n      \u201cHe owes everybody,\u201d said Quinn with a sneer. \u201cThat fucker done got what he could from jus\u2019 about everyone.\u201d
\n      \u201cYeah, I guess I shouldn\u2019t be surprised,\u201d said Shake as she felt her heart sink.
\n      \u201cWhy you wanna find him for then?\u201d
\n      Shake gave up an exaggerated shrug. \u201cI heard from Trilly. I know he\u2019s down on his luck. I just wanted to see if I could help out, maybe get him some help.\u201d
\n      \u201cMan, don\u2019t get anywhere near that piece a\u2019 shit. He\u2019s sunk so low ain\u2019t nobody need to deal with him.\u201d
\n      \u201cFuck, I used to get high too.\u201d
\n     Quinn shot Shake a look. \u201cNo shit? You mean like th\u2019 real deal, right? Not jus\u2019 smokin\u2019?\u201d
\n     Shake winced at Quinn. \u201cYou already knew that you dumb fucker!\u201d
\n     \u201cSure I did.\u201d
\n      \u201cAnyways, I need to find Rusho.\u201d
\n     Quinn shook her head. \u201cNo you don\u2019t. Stay away from that guy.\u201d
\n     \u201cHow the hell can you say that?\u201d asked Shake as Quinn\u2019s chicken walked up to her to peck away at her leftover pizza crust.
\n      \u201cNobody talks to him no more. No one calls him or texts him or nuthin\u2019. You shouldn\u2019t either.\u201d
\n     Shake could only scowl at Quinn who looked back at her with a sneer.
\n      \u201cYou gotta give me somethin\u2019,\u201d said Shake. \u201cSome lead or something! I don\u2019t care if anyone thinks I shouldn\u2019t be talkin\u2019 to him.\u201d
\n     \u201cI\u2019m tellin\u2019 ya, keep away from that guy. Like what\u2019s up? You gotta crush on him or somethin\u2019?\u201d
\n     \u201cFuck no. He\u2019s my friend. I\u2019ve known him like, forever. He\u2019s helped me and you and dozens of others countless times. You know that.\u201d
\n     \u201cSounds to me like you\u2019re thinkin\u2019 with your clit.\u201d
\n     Shake got to her feet. \u201cFuck you Quinn. That\u2019s the last time I buy you lunch!\u201d
\n     Shake turned on her feet and started to walk away.
\n     \u201cHey!\u201d said Quinn as she grabbed her chicken and stood up. \u201cOkay, for the pizza I\u2019ll tellya this much. Aces is the only person I know who might have a handle on where to find him or get in touch with him.\u201d
\n     Shake turned to Quinn. \u201cFuckin\u2019 a\u2019. I ain\u2019t seen Aces in ages.\u201d
\n     \u201cShe lives in a new squat. She\u2019s keepin\u2019 her new place on the under, but I know she won\u2019t mind if you show up.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou know where it\u2019s at?\u201d<\/p>\n

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     Shake walked around to the side of the West Berkeley house located in the middle of the industrial section of town. Chain link fences blocked both sides of the dilapidated house with its boarded up windows and blocked-off front door. The fences blocked off access to the backyard. She went to the left side of the house and looked around the metal fence, pushing on it at several points before going to the right side of the house. Pushing on the links of that fence, she felt it give way at its base where it had separated from the ground beam. She was able to push the links far enough apart to squeeze through and find herself in the backyard.
\n     Shake walked slowly and cautiously as the grass was tall enough to hide potentially hazardous objects such as broken glass or rusty nails. Looking around the back of the house, the second floor windows were blocked off by some sort of off-brown material, either paper or wood, or possibly the ugliest curtains she had ever seen.
\n     She looked under the crumbling deck and found a rusty looking back door that looked as if it had been years since it was opened. The windows were so dingy she doubted she would be able to see inside even if they didn’t have coverings.
\n     Shake contemplated the idea that she had the wrong place as she ran her eyes around the back of the house. She also considered that she had the right place, but the residents may have already abandoned the place.
\n     Then she spotted a conspicuous plain board into a corner of the back wall, a dingy plywood board.
\n     That\u2019s when she knew.
\n     She walked up to the back of the house and knocked on the window frame two times and then paused. She knocked three more times.
\n     She could not hear any movement, and she could not see anyone through the windows, but she knew she was being watched.
\n     \u201cWell, we tried to keep the riff-raff out, but obviously that ain’t happenin!\u201d
\n     Shake walked out from under the deck and looked up to see the twisted blue locks of Aces, sticking her head out of what appeared to be a small bathroom window.
\n     \u201cWhat the fuck homefry!\u201d greeted Shake. \u201cWhat be up.\u201d
\n     \u201cStay there. I’ll let you in.\u201d
\n     Aces disappeared back into the house. Shake waited patiently as the house stood still and silent.
\n     Suddenly a large scraping noise came from the basement. At the corner of the house, the piece of wood that Shake had suspected was the entrance popped out, creating a short and wide gap into the basement.
\n      Shake had to duck to get into the basement. Aces quickly shut the board behind her and walked ahead of Shake, almost tip-toeing as if near silence was essential.
\n      They walked through an empty workroom with old and rusting paint cans of various sizes and all manner of random metal scraps. The place was so old and dilapidated it looked as if the whole room was rusting.
\n     Aces led her down a very short hallway into a brightly lit white room,illuminated by a large ceiling light. Twin mattresses were on either side of the room. Clothes were neatly stored in milk crates and a boombox plugged into the wall.
\n      A short, doe-eyed young woman was sitting on one of the mattresses. She was bundled up in thick winter-type clothes, her eyes looking out from under a wool cap.
\n     \u201cThat\u2019s Sorty,\u201d said Aces. \u201cShe\u2019s my cousin from up North.\u201d
\n     \u201cHey Shorty.\u201d
\n     \u201cSorty. Like as in, sorting stuff,\u201d corrected Aces.
\n     \u201cWhups. My bad.\u201d
\n     Sorty did not say anything as she sat motionless.
\n     Aces flopped down onto the other mattress and hit the top of her bedding it to let Shake know she should sit down next to her.
\n     \u201cWhat the fuck Shake? Howdja find me?\u201d
\n     \u201cHey now, no one\u2019s rattin\u2019 you out,\u201d said Shake as she sat down.
\n     Aces waved a hand at her. \u201cNo one ratted me out. It\u2019s fine if they told you where I was. You\u2019re one a\u2019 us!\u201d
\n     \u201cI live in an actual apartment now.\u201d
\n     \u201cWith Gust. Rented out by the dynamite lady.\u201d
\n     Shake looked at her with surprise. \u201cYou know about that?\u201d
\n      \u201cOf course I fuckin\u2019 do! I know everythin\u2019 that goes on in this town. Remember?\u201d
\n     \u201cRight.\u201d
\n     They spent the next few minutes catching up with Shake describing her new living situation before they talked about their mutual friends and what they were up to.
\n      The entire time Sorty sat, rigid and unmoving, staring blankly at Shake as if she was an intruder or some sort of interesting anomaly. Shake was not unnerved by Sorty\u2019s stare, a stolid and cold gaze that would make most other people squirm after a few minutes. She had been around enough weirdos and eccentrics during her street life that it would take something much more extreme to shake her.
\n     \u201cSo, I was wondering about one old friend of ours,\u201d said Shake as she clasped her hands,
\n     \u201cWho\u2019s that? We\u2019ve talked about almost everyone who isn\u2019t dead or missing.\u201d
\n     \u201cRusho is missing.\u201d
\n     Aces sat straightened her back and shot a look st Shake. \u201cRusho? That fucking wastoid?\u201d
\n     It was Shake\u2019s turn to shoot a look at Aces. \u201cHey, that wastoid is a friend of ours.\u201d
\n     Aces held up her hands. \u201cI\u2019m not sayin\u2019 he wasn\u2019t a friend, but he really fell off the deep end.\u201d
\n     \u201cI know. That\u2019s why I wanna find him.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou really wanna find Rusho?\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah. Why not?\u201d
\n     Aces shifted around, looking uncomfortable. \u201cHe\u2019s hittin\u2019 that junk really fuckin\u2019 hard. I don\u2019t think bein\u2019 aroun\u2019 him is a good idea.\u201d
\n     \u201cWhy?\u201d
\n     \u201cHe\u2019s a fuckin\u2019drug addict!\u201d
\n     \u201cSo? So am I.\u201d
\n     Aces folded her arms. \u201cNo you\u2019re not. All you do is drink.\u201d
\n      \u201cI used to hit junk. I used to get pinned.\u201d
\n      \u201cReally?\u201d said Aces with widening eyes. \u201cI had no idea. You just don\u2019t seem the type.\u201d
\n      \u201cI don\u2019t? Are you fuckin\u2019 kiddin\u2019 me?\u201d
\n     \u201cWell you said you didn\u2019t get caught up in it.\u201d Aces got to her feet, standing straight and looking down at Shake. \u201cI still don\u2019t know why you want to get in touch with him. He\u2019s a fucked up wastoid. He\u2019ll just take advantage of you. He\u2019ll drag you down with him. You need to avoid him.\u201d
\n     Shake crossed her legs and arms and looked up at Aces. \u201cAll I know is he said he wanted to try an\u2019 get clean, to get himself correct again. I know that when he relapsed he broke everyone\u2019s hearts, especially since he relapsed hella hard, goin\u2019 all the way back to the junk. I know, because he broke my heart too. Now, I ain\u2019t no fuckin\u2019 twelve stepper. I don\u2019t do them anonymous meetings, but a lot of my friends do. He said he wants to try again, an\u2019 everyone and their sister are tellin\u2019 me I need to avoid him, to stay away from him, an\u2019 not even try and get in touch with him. It ain\u2019t enough that everyone\u2019s shunning him and makin\u2019 him a pariah, they want me to do it too. An\u2019 they ain’t\u2019 askin\u2019. They\u2019re practically yellin\u2019 at me to leave him be. But what kind a\u2019 friend would I be if I didn\u2019t at least check up on him when he reached out? What would it say about me if I didn\u2019t give an old friend the benefit of a doubt? Maybe I can\u2019t help him, not as much as I want to, but I can hook him up with one a\u2019 my twelve stepping friends like Lee, or Skye, or maybe Preston if he don\u2019t wanna deal with any a\u2019 them devil girls. If you ask me, everyone\u2019s takin\u2019 it too personally. It\u2019s not that they\u2019re worried about me, they just don\u2019t want me or anyone else helpin\u2019 him, because he let everyone down. Well fuck that. I\u2019m going to find him, and I\u2019m gonna help him out if I can.\u201d Shake stood up leaned towards Aces with her hands to her side, almost as if she was getting ready to strike. \u201cSo you gonna help me find him or not?\u201d
\n     Aces got a decidedly sour look on her face. She kept her arms tightly crossed as she looked at the floor. \u201cI don\u2019t even know where to look.\u201d She looked right at Shake. \u201cAnd even if I did, I wouldn\u2019t tell you. Stay away from him.\u201d
\n     Shake stood up and leaned towards Aces as she formed her fists. \u201cHey Aces, fuck you. You\u2019re a fuckin\u2019 shitty excuse for a friend!\u201d
\n     Shake turned and walked towards the exit. Shake knew Aces was only following her so she could quickly put the board back up, making sure everything was shut so the house would not be given away as a squat.
\n     Shake didn\u2019t turn to look at Aces as she left. She knew she would not be able to contain her temper if she did.
\n     Shake crawled out of the opening and the slab of wood clunked into place right behind her. Walking down the side of the house and squeezing through the gap in the chain link fence, she saw someone standing in front of the house.
\n      It was Sorty. She was standing by the gate with her wool cap pulled down over her eyes. Shake walked up to her.
\n      \u201cLast I heards Rusho was at the Broomsticks house.\u201d
\n      \u201cNo fuckin\u2019 way!\u201d blurted Shake, still trying to calm her frothing temper.
\n     \u201cI heards she got Skewy to let him crash in their basement. Like, Skewy didn\u2019t know about him an\u2019 his epic fuckin\u2019 up. I mean, at least, she knew he was gettin\u2019 high but she didn\u2019t know how bad.\u201d
\n      Shake\u2019s mind started churning, trying to decide if she believed Sorty or not.
\n     \u201cHe could be long fuckin\u2019 gone by now though,\u201d said Sorty, who lowered her head, looking almost guilty.
\n     \u201cYou know Rusho?\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah, but I ain\u2019t talked to him in years. I do know Juliet from the Broomsticks. I jus\u2019 heard from her that Skewy gots him in the basement, that he went there to try an\u2019 dry out.\u201d
\n     \u201cNo shit? You know how long ago that was?\u201d
\n     Sorty shrugged. \u201cAt least three weeks ago is when I heards. Who knows if he\u2019s still there or not. I mean, I kinda doubt it, but who knows?\u201d
\n      \u201cThanks.\u201d
\n      Sorty turned and started back to the house.
\n      \u201cHey!\u201d called out Shake. Sorty stopped and turned around. \u201cWhy you helpin\u2019 me? Ain\u2019t Aces gonna get mad?\u201d
\n      Sorty pushed up her cap to reveal her eyes. \u201cRusho fuckin\u2019 saved my life. Go help him.\u201d Sorty let her cap fall over her eyes again. \u201cPlease.\u201d
\n     Shake stood in place as Sorty turned and disappeared down the side of the house. She looked around, putting her hands on her hips, still seething over what Aces had said.
\n      She was still seething over what all of them had said. All of Rusho\u2019s friends.
\n      Shake looked back at the house. She knew Aces had her eyes on her, and that she was no doubt grinding her teeth as Shake stood in front of their squat since having anyone out in front of what was supposed to be an abandoned building increased the chances of their place being found out, of having the police come by and rake everyone out.
\n     Shake also knew that Aces would not come out, because that would make the place even more conspicuous, so she would just suffer in silence.
\n     Shake hoisted her backpack and started the walk to the Broomsticks house.
\n     A cold wind rushed through her as the streets grew dark. The Broomsticks house was a few miles away.
\n      She needed to find Rusho.<\/p>\n


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