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"Look I don't make house calls. Morris contined to listen to the converation and hit the pound key on the pay phone.
It's late and you have not paid the royalities and I can't live on your words your wigs and your shiney clothes.
I can't groove on and move and move and groove.
Look , this is payphone listen. See ya. I'll get back to you to you later."
Morris watched another bus wiz by him without stopping.
















A huge lake faced Morris. He resumed his conversation.
"Listen, A; she's a comedian I take it. Oh I see. Well. She smells funny all the time. I can't! I wanted to gag.
Look I got sensative stomach. B she wearing a weave
Glue. Glue. Sorry. Who Cares? It's just Alaska Husky hair. It's not real and she's too concerned about it to be normal.
I cannot. No. I don't take patients on. I do dance music.
Don't do it - Go there!
How many different characters do all of you play? Let's see there are four of you. Each one of you  plays a miniumum of 60 characters. 4 Times sixty is 240. Now , 240 times a day this is going on correct? I mean there is so much detail to your bi-polar behavior. I don't  want to add to it. I said no to one of you that you can multiply times 240.
Look my primary concerns are health issues. It's just a job she's not sane enough to work in this feild. No No. Childish. I see. She has a sister. It's too complicated. There are too many forinstances. Well, for instance, is her grandaddy still a war-criminal? See. There you go. I can't take any more histronic road closing's either. Yes, he's hiding.
Look I would'nt be able to deal with a crack pot like that. Either he is Adolf Hitler or  he believes that  he is, the point being is that I could'nt deal with a person wanting to share that part of their life with me.
It was not a family meeting it was more like war criminal trial. 
The point is the money , the money.  I could do much better and I will with other bands. I can broaden my horizons and my finances.
I'm sure her story and her sister's story is worth reading about, however , alas I am just a Producer. I can't lease out space for group therapy meetings.
I see it as poor mental health, I told you that. Yes. Yes she got the camera time.
I think that a group of people that walk upon you doing a bunch of characters is crazy. Yet, somehow you get the camera time. So, in conclusion, I think that it works for you.However, it does not work for me.
You mean that camera ready  outfit she said she'd loan me? It was stolen.
 Stolen! Let me tell you something. All those cars. They were stolen also.
They were! They were stolen. They were made of plastic. They had permits to go and visit golf holes in another country and all the plates were out of state!
It's proof positive that you can't buy a luxury vehicle around her. They're servo magnito engines or something.
All of the photgraphs are legal statements right? Is that correct. I can't run a business like that. Listen. There is no way that I can.  I see. Yet another picture.
Well it's great. I don't know what the look on her face really means. It's more proof that its over. It can't go on. The notes have soured. The music has ended.
I don't need any bimbo's. She and her sister spent the whole day at one of the strip clubs. Then they came back barely dressed and started parading around...
Look what's the difference? Oh there are so many complaints. Where to start.
Ok. For instance. Why dress exactly like me? I mean its weird is it not? I can't feel it. It just makes think that -why do this to me? I don't want to start. Look I'm tired ok?
Find a way to deal with it. Gotta go call you back."
Morris dropped the phone into his pocket. He traveled until he was staring at the ocean. He inhaled deeply and resumed the conversation.
Look I know your good for the royalities that's why I went public about it. Uh Huh to dramatize your honesty. Yeah.
Oh I see. Look stay away from the beach house and the other holdings. WHy?
So I can get some sleep. Look sible and dribble cannot go on and on. And they do. So it's just a job...
A party?
You mean a survivors meeting for newly unemployed people.
Yes. No what's the point. Oh my gosh. Button pushing. Childish things like that. Public crazy meetings and alot of self identification confusion, look don't do this to me just handle things.
What?
How could you be in that production?
See this is what I'm talking about. I don't have the energy to explain to you how you are not in something that ..
Punster's No.
They are a group. Its one of my newest.
No. I don't know how you could think that.
Please.
Listen. It's the right thing to do believe me its the good by look.
Mon Cheri it's just a job.
The Charts. The Records. Bye.
Morris released the phone in mid sentence pressing the playstation button until the phone was completely swithed over to DVD. The silence felt good.
He took a deep breath of air and resumed working on his B/P. His systolic and his dystolic figures could be lower he reckoned.
Absence of PP. He called into the night.
Punster Problems!













The sun glared as Morris passed yet another newstand. There were more pictures.He looked in the corner. Another bus zoomed passed him. He picked up the pace and started towards another stand." Any where-" he thought to himself.

There were so many palm tree's lining the beach area that they stood apart from each-other only because there were mailboxes;store window fronts and cafe's in between them. The view was great. The air was clean and only an occasional wift of desiel could be detected. Two rather well groomed dogs walked side by side, each being real careful not to entangle the other one in their leashes.

The owner or walker seemed not aware of either of the dogs and kept stopping  every so often as to see if the pair wanted to use the bathroom. They both completely igonored him and did'nt take him up on his offer, even though it continued untill the two dogs and the man were gone from sight, completely as they disappeared behind a jutting blueberry bush that had over grown the boundaries of one of the shops.

Morris thought of his Pizza Hut commericals. Food named after yourself he thought. It's different. Different than Rock and Roll , more diverse than old school, less fat than disco. Hmmm. There was STYLE magazine a self-named magazine put together by the Nevermind production crew. New this New that. Beginings. Hey there was plenty of things still undone!

 A Three Wheeled Mercedes Benz flashed across his mind. Yes. Yes. What 2 Wear: What 2 Drive. Move over World Morris has arrived! The euphoria of that thought was abrubtly truncated by the loud sound of a diesel engine. Morris adjusted his vision and ran towards the vehicle.

"Ah, My Limo has arrived." One bus marked Lake View pulled into the curb and the doors opened.

A flock of pigeons glided along the air. It seemed as though they had been following the Seagulls, the Ravens and the Ducks.

"Morris Day speaking how may I help you?" The loud squawk of a goose could be heard in the background. Yes, it's true, The Pychedelic Ducks are doing a CD called 45." I'm working out the dance moves to my new dance called the Duck. I don't know I'll check my calendar. Have you got internet? Well then it should be no problem. I'm busy. I've always got time to talk just make it productive. I can't teach you how to do it you have to find your own niche. Hmmm. Why would I want to? Morris adjusted the volume of the phone to his ear and continued to work on the songs. "It can't breath, I might as well do the whole thing under water." A long evening eventually became morning. As the sun rose against the purple mountains a string of pelicans flew in formation across the ebbing dawn tide. "The line up looks good but will it sell?"Morris continued to talk into his device. What swings and wings? Morris in perfect timing exclaimed: 99 Purple Pigeons and the Psychedelic Ducks. What do you think about this single, 45 Ducks? Morris waited an appreciable length of time before he continued with his now familar proclaimation. "I- Morris Day- am a Record Producer. Do you know the meaning of the word Producer?In a world full of shopping carts and basket weaving goodwill folks I Morris Day type thing you comprehend? No. No relatives. Relatives and monkeys are out! Morris disconected his device which at this point was becoming an obsurity to him. He had ordered it specially from SONY and they had complied, it did things. Morris had formed an afinity for the devices that now ruled his life. He continued to work effortlessly on his productions as if nothing else mattered. His association with family and former freinds had wained to an abbreviated truncated message here and there. He talked to relatives while walking backwards away from them, over his shoulder until they were gone. Although he had flown way out here on the inspired notion of working with the Punster's he had been met with nothing but a crowed Los Angeles Airport filled with commuters and vacationers. People holding signs that indicated that they were there to pick up Brenda. Lines filled with faces and eyes that looked everywhere but in his direction. On a limited budget and his secured Hawaiian credit card Morris made the impulsive decision to do it! The Punster's named so by Morris had been announced in every news stand pictorial for the last twenty years and although they were not actually called the Punster's by anyone but Morris they were his only relatives. Living with and without them Morris formed his identity. His ego, his superego. All of his dreams and aspirations were relized through his medium. Records. Bits of tape and warbals; quoted one industry person. This is'nt St Paul. Morris felt his sound was in tact. It's just a fine tuning. Life could'nt be sweeter. Of course with sweet things come variations, shades, contrasts, gradients. Life could be bitter sweet as well. The tang of reality could leave a patron's taste buds wiser for the experience. Terry & Jimmy had been officially released. Although they still maintained a spotty profile they were no longer used on any of Morris' productions. The last and final blow came late when Morris picked up a local newsletter that had announced that the House of Blues would be featuring not only him Morris Day, but the Time as well. The unforgiving thing had finally happened. The proverbial Purple Rock had finally been passed around until every one had taken there bit as if it were the Last Supper. Morris made a mental note to revitalize his production company Last Supper Tour at the House of Blues to make them remember that his affilation with the sunglassed duo was in fact over. Amicable or not they had to go. Earlier woes headed off Morris's thoughts and confirmed his decision. Oprah had done a show a while back and for the life of him Morris could'nt seem to find a check stub for all her good intentions either. Yet another person to let go of. Morris wondered how fame affected people. In his mind it did'nt make them anything more than a major headache sometimes. Morris looked at the payphone. He was in the mood to hear some music that fit his mood. K-EARTH would have to play something to go in the background of his present situation. He looked at the tint of the sky and got ready for class. Radio, he exclaimed, has no face!"