Doodley Squat

He urged to be called Kud. “What precedes and follows it amounts to doodley squat”, awaiting something he said to me, “Perhaps you didn’t get it”. He was right, I didn’t but I liked the phrase - ‘doodley squat’ I repeated in my mind. He had a nose, he claimed, that could house half the population of Jamaica, a mind that could conquer and run Burma, and that the rest of his body parts, he would add as though fascinated by its addition, perform obtrusively.

We hoisted a few.

Uneasily quiet, he seemed to house a relentless battle between his natural freshness and its diluter. He would soon tell me about this e-mail from a girl. The music was loud, his silence louder.