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Old 08-05-2008, 08:14 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Adventures of an assistant dishwasher - Final Chapter

This is the last chapter. The previous chapters are posted here somewhere. You might want to read them first.
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The restaurant provided a health insurance plan in much the same way as it provided a 401k. It didn’t. Doc was right. I needed stitches. I needed a healer.

We finished the last of the chafing pans and racks & drained our sinks. Doc walked me back to the kitchen. The Kitchen was Done. Done with a capital D. They were still on the clock, getting paid and smoking cigarettes, but dinner was over. The kitchen was broken down and as clean as it was going to get tonight. Cleanup Crew would have to contend with whatever was left tomorrow.

”Julio, I need my bag.”

“Sure thing, Doc.”

Julio straightened up and walked to the pantry looking at me out of the corner of his eye. The Sous Chef lit a cigarette, puffed twice and passed it to Doc while rest of the Kitchen pretended not to notice me.

Julio returned with a nylon gym bag; bright green with a white Puma logo on the side.

I smirked. “I think he meant his doctor’s bag, Julio. He’s going to sew me up, not hit the treadmill.”

“I’ll hit you, jotro. Then doc can sew that up too.”

“Then I’ll sew both your mouths shut. Give me the bag, Julio.” Doc spoke quietly, but firmly; like a weary parent.

He took a long drag on the cigarette and grasped the bag’s bright white nylon straps. He set it gently on the stainless steel prep table, and unzipped it. Kitchen Crew gathered around to watch, while keeping a respectable distance.

“You morbid fuckers like this, don’t you,” the desert chef lisped rhetorically.

Another cook sounded off. Tomas, I think. “Show him what you are going to sew him up with. Show him the thread, Doc.”

The small roll of oily, off white “thread” that Doc extracted from the bag was recognizable to anyone who has worked in a kitchen or a butcher shop.

Tendon.

Doc looked into my eyes for a beat. Then smirked. “I know what you’re thinking. You aren’t going to get bird flu, or mad cow disease from this stuff. Your body won’t reject it.”

“You sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure, paleface. This is 100%, USDA certified white man tendon. I collected it myself.”

A collective “Wooooooo!” rose from the Kitchen Crew. Someone shouted “Don’t fuck with the Medicine Man.” High fives were exchanged all around. For the next half an hour, Doc and I provided the Kitchen with the best after dinner show in town.

Doc slit the thread lengthwise, then slit it again until it was as thin as sewing thread. He produced a tiny hook-shaped needle and sewed me up in two rows. The fist line pulled the tissue together deep inside the wound. The second row sewed the skin closed on top of it. His thick callused fingers were deft and sure, but they moved very slowly.

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Cross-eyed with pain, I wrapped my non-sutured hand around another rapidly emptying tumbler of Scotch. It tasted like smoke and earth… like dirt. Really good dirt.

The restaurant was empty except for me, Doc and Julio. We sat the bar. They talked. I contemplated dirt. Shitfaced. I figured I was destined to fall into the dirt on the way home, so it was a good thing I liked the taste. The thought made me chuff out a single syllable laugh. I had to pee, but that would have meant getting up off the barstool, and it was much easier just to sit, think drunk thoughts and listen to them talk.

“Julio, I know you don’t deal.”

“No man.”

“But if I asked you, as a favor to me, you could get me something, right?”

“I know some people.”

“I know some people too. But could you get me opium?”

“You mean like heroin?”

“No. Opium.”

“That’s what heroin is.”

“No, that’s what they refine into heroin. If I wanted raw, unrefined opium, do you know a guy who could set me up?”

“I dunno about that. I could try…”

“I’ll ask you something else.”

“Shoot.”

“Could you get me pot?”

“Ya.”

“Mushrooms?”

“Ya.”

“Acid, Special K, any of those synthetic laboratory poisons the white girls like?”

“I know a bunch of people who do that stuff.”

“I bet you even know people, or know people who know people, who could set me up with heroin, or crack, or PCP.”

“My uncle is doing time. You know that. I’m sure he knows someone…”

“But not opium.”

Julio paused. I pictured him shaking his head. “Well, it’s just that I’ve never known anybody who’s into that.”

”Exactly.”

“Exactly what?”

“Nobody is into opium. This isn’t the 1800’s. This isn’t Thailand. Have you ever even heard about somebody getting in trouble with opium? Have you ever even seen a news story about the police busting an opium ring? No. You haven’t.”

“So what is your point, Doc?”

“My point is that it’s not normal for this time and in this place.”

“Doc. I’m not following you here.”

“Follow this, indio. Somebody is selling opium. Probably somebody in this neighborhood. As a favor to me, I want you to purchase some. Ask around. Say you want something new. Say you’re out of pot.”

“I don’t smoke pot.”

“I didn’t ask if you did. Stay with me, Julio. I want some opium. Just keep my name out of it. Can you do that for me?”

“I can try.”

Not long afterwards, I fell down on in the alley behind the restaurant. It was one of those boneless drunk falls where your body parts descend in the wrong order and you end up in an impossible position on the ground. I got a cigarette butt stuck to my hair, and oily dirt in my mouth. It tasted nothing like scotch.

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I listened to Doc from my bathroom floor.

“You have gotten high, so you have been to the spirit world. You probably did not wander too far into it. You smoked a joint and just sort of poked your head into the spirit world but you did not notice. You were busy playing Super Mario Brothers.

But you noticed when you had a bad trip. You have had a bad trip right? Paranoid? Afraid? Scared you were never coming back?”

Indeed, I had a few bad trips under my belt.

“You were definitely in the spirit world. You wandered a little too far away from your self and got scared. Did you panic and worry that you were going to be high forever? You weren’t too far from wrong. You got lost out there. It can be scary.

“There are scary things that live there. They can eat you.

“That’s what is happening to Joel. Are you going to throw up again?”

I might. I looked up at the toilet and considered it.

“Stay with me. Every time Joel goes to the spirit world, another little piece of him gets devoured. That opium he smokes opens the door, and there is something that expects him on the other side.

“It knows he’s coming, because it puts the opium in his hands. It orders its dinner to be delivered.”

I made vague promises to myself to stop drinking, and nodded like I was following doc’s story through red haze of my hangover.

“Spirits can walk in our world, just as we walk in theirs. Most are half whispers and almost seen. Give them a second glance and they are not there. But there are some spirits are very strong and proud. They take a physical form and move among us. They can be touched and seen. They hide in plain sight, as real as you and me. Just as we can travel the spirit world while our physical body stays here, they travel in ours, in a physical body.”

“Doc, you say maybe five words to me when we work together. But once I’m hung over, you don’t shut up.”

Doc smiled and I felt a little more human. “Drink this tea, and go back to sleep.”

“What? And miss the rest of your speech?”

“Drink the tea.”

“What is it?”

“It’s mint tea. Not everything is an exotic medicine man potion. Get some sleep. When you wake up, I want you to go get Joel and bring him to the restaurant. Use this if you have to.

Doc set down a marble sized ball of aluminum foil on the edge of the sink. I didn’t have to ask to know there was opium inside.

“Sleep now. It is going to be a long night.”

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It turned out that I didn’t even need to tempt Joel with the opium. I walked right in to his apartment and told him that we were going to the restaurant. He nodded once then shuffled out the door after me. He was fully clothed, but it looked like he hadn’t changed in days. Or eaten. Or done anything for that matter. When I walked in, he was sitting on the couch in silence. His apartment was spookily neat.

My Seiko told me that it was almost three in the morning when we shuffled in the back door of the restaurant. But it couldn’t have been right. The Kitchen was in full swing. Dishes were done and stacked, but the pots and pans were still on the stoves. Meat was grilling. Sauces were simmering. Kitchen Crew moved with quiet determination - a grim pantomime of the dinner rush, and Doc stood right in the middle, directing it.

There were no customers, no waiters, no bussers. Just us. It was all kinds of wrong. I rolled the ball of opium around in my pocket and tried to get my head around what I was seeing.

Chef is the undisputed War God of Kitchen Crew. His Sous Chef is second in command. Nobody, not managers, not the owners, nobody could make them bend to their will. They could be fired, true. But not managed. I knew Doc commanded an unusual level of respect, but there was Chef, working the grill and taking quiet direction from a dishwasher. And a whole kitchen full of guys working fast without complaining, joking or mouthing off. All under the eye of Doc.

Doc calmly walked over to us. His face was serene, but his eyes blazed.

“Sit down Joel.”

A single chair and a two-topper was pulled into the far end of the kitchen. It was set for one.

Joel sat down heavily. He delicately placed his napkin on his lap and looked up at Doc with heartbreaking blankness.

“Joel,” Doc began, “the man who sells you opium, is the same spirit that you meet when you go into the spirit world. They are two pieces of the same being. This being has nearly devoured you.”

Joel stared.

“Joel, there is almost nothing left of you. You need to eat.”

And with that, Julio put down the first course. It was rich meaty soup with potatoes and vegetables. It smelled delicious.

Joel started at Julio, then turned his gaze to Doc.

“Eat.”

Joel ate mechanically. Consuming without tasting. Just doing what he was told. But the more he consumed, the more passionately he dug it. Soon he was attacking his food. Savagely. He ate like a starving man who has stumbled into a banquet. And I suppose he was. He dropped his spoon and drank the last of his soup right from the bowl. He devoured racks of ribs. He abandoned all pretence of manners, grasping a whole roast in his hands and biting into it furiously, joyfully.

Joel ate an impossible amount of food, and with every course he seemed healthier, stronger and more… more there.

And as he shoveled it in, Doc spoke to him.

“Joel. I will not say his name, but you know of whom I speak. He was a waiter here in this restaurant. He sold you opium in this world, and he fed on you in the spirit world. And now you feed on him. The strength you feel, is your strength. It is what he took from you, and now you take it back as you eat his physical form.

“He will not trouble you again as long as you remain on this plane. But you must never return to the spirit world. You must avoid the doors to his world – drugs, spirit walks. You must remain here.

“I will not rescue you again. I am done being a Shaman. I’m a dishwasher, Joel. And now, I have one Hell of a mess to clean up.”
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Old 08-05-2008, 09:20 PM   #2 (permalink)
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Bravo.
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Old 08-06-2008, 05:43 AM   #3 (permalink)
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This is the last chapter. The previous chapters are posted here somewhere.
You say that sort of thing just to work me up, don't you...

OK, here we go again...

Adventures of an Assistant Dishwasher
Adventures of an assistant dishwasher - Part 2
Adventures of an assistant dishwasher - Part 3
Adventures of an assistant dishwasher - Second to Last Chapter
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Old 08-06-2008, 09:40 AM   #4 (permalink)
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Thanks, RL. I knew I could count on you.
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Old 08-21-2008, 12:29 PM   #5 (permalink)
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This was a great series.

Got any other stories in the works?
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Old 08-24-2008, 10:00 PM   #6 (permalink)
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Thanks, Tooth. I always always always have things in the works.
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Old 08-27-2008, 08:49 PM   #7 (permalink)
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Bravo clavus. An all round excellent read!
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Old 08-27-2008, 08:52 PM   #8 (permalink)
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For those who love Clavus' story, I'm working on the script for a film version. I was supposed to have it done by now, but school and work kind of ambushed me. I hardly have time to even write this. Long story short, expect news on production some time after Christmas.
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Old 09-04-2008, 03:22 PM   #9 (permalink)
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Loved it, just read the whole thing. Awesome work clavus, I'll be checking here more often to look for your posts.
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I'm bumping this because RL has the links to he other stories.

Great work Clavus, if you ever read this ...

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