The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 82
But not screw Mike, too. Not exactly. Maybe he was right. Maybe ghosts weren’t entities you could track down, talk to and release. Maybe that wasn’t how it worked at all. Maybe they’re just here, all the time, like shadows.
In her own way, Liz—who I’d known for 11 years—had constantly pointed it out over the course of the first 5, till I finally began getting some of it right: “Whenever you call it’s always, ‘Hey Liz, listen…’ and then you just jump right into whatever it is. You never say, ‘So, Liz, how was your weekend, everything OK?’ It’s always just whatever it is you want.”
Me: Oh no. Really? Well, maybe I just don’t want to waste your…
Liz: Bullshit. You just don’t care about anybody besides you. I mean, I know you care about me, but you never say you do. You never demonstrate it, really. When have you ever really truly put me first?
So I got to practice on Liz, and Sabrina—my bus driver friend—sometimes the guy in produce at Stater Brothers, etc.. It felt good, usually, and it seemed there was always positive feedback and reciprocation. But it never quite crossed over into second nature. It was a work-in-progress I frequently blew, especially when someone undoubtedly seeking pity walked on stage.
Mid evening her time. Not a private email, but sort of—she was posting several posts down on my channel so that other Elloians wouldn’t see.
Juliette: I was thinking we should take some of the crazier, ruder and cruder comments I get on my channel and randomly post them on other people’s channels. You know, a new form of co-aberration?
Me: Ha! OK. It’s nuts. We’d get a lot of backlash. Probably even get thrown off Ello.
Juliette: True, but here’s an example: “Fuck you in your asshole, bee-ATCH!” Yeah, guess you’re right. So how’s the not smoking thing going?
Me: Hilariously well, thanks to you. I opened a new channel on Ello today.
Juliette: Really? That’s great. I closed my color one.
Me: What?! Say it ain’t so!
Juliette: It just wasn’t catching on. And I worked so hard on that palette!
Me: The palette was perfect. Maybe it was the content. Maybe if there’d been more drive-in Sci Fi? But listen, we could share my new channel. We could do anything we wanted, even those aberrations, and nobody would know it was us.
Juliette: Hm. That’s an intriguing idea.
Me: So, shall we move in together?
Juliette: Send me a set of keys. But you can’t smoke. I’m an ex-smoker.