Book Babes Discover Audio
Cheap suit, black tie, probably one of the miracle fabrics, rayon, nylon, or polystyrene. Post war shades in the event paparazzi rise up to flash and dazzle. Shoes with a reinforced sole, providing lift as well as stamina. No designer drugs needed here. He’s reading the Book Babes.
Muttering to himself. Still thinking about the time a thirty foot wave rolled under his feet on a forty foot trestle facing the sea. The wave broke…wood splintered, the entire structure shook. Long walk off a short pier. Where was he? Oh yeah, Book Babes. They’re writing about MP3s. He’s not impressed. The old man was an MP5, his pal Harry a GS19. He used to drive a 240z. The number is way too low.
Still they might come in handy. He’s into audio books although he prefers to read. Bad headphone experience on the LIE. Too much technology, electricity, plugs, wires, life support. A tangled web. He likes the low tech way, pick up an object that is not connected to the wall or a jack or one of those power strips.
Not at all sure he’s following the Babes logic stream now. Who mentioned power strips?
The brim of his Borsalino is in the way. Book Babes unreadable. The news is good though, encouraging, bubbly in a disconcerting way, perky. Though unsure of the substance of their report, he’s pleased to have read the Book Babes. He feels better, his watch appears to be running again. Maybe after some coffee he’ll read them again. It seems important. MP3s. Something about e-books and a revolution.
He’s always up for a revolution.