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Cultural Inculcations
‘What kind of name is Common Sense?’ I wonder studying the Cd she’s stacking into her collection. Her apartment is very interesting, a studio styled sort of thing with artsy things hang on the walls and ghastly colourful things all over. She doesn’t have chairs, just mats and bean seats ‘are you talking to me about names? Your wrappers have whack names; Dizzy Rascal!’ she says taking the Cd from me and walking to an orange ball which she opens and sticks the Cd into a stereo kind of thing, drums and the piano filling the air as she bobs her head and stretches her hands from one side to the other ‘and on the count of three everybody ran back to their fantasy.’ She announces with Mr Sense as he starts to rap she raps along. I smile and study her; she ought to do this when we bump into my parents!! Was he rapping about sex?? This is sensational! ‘You should take this Cd with you.’ She says ‘listen to a song called it’s your world.’ She instructs. ‘What else?’ I probe looking at her Cd collection, which is in a purple tree like thing that’s snaking up against the wall
‘John Legend.’ She says tip toeing to reach for something ‘and Kanye West.’ She adds walking to another section and removing four Cds ‘Oveous Maximus.’ She chirps skipping to the beat as she frolics around her apartment getting me hip hop music I have to listen to ‘Robin Thicke.’ She coos ‘please let me testify!’ she sings out ‘Jason M’raz’ she says and before I know it I have a pile of Cds in my hand ‘but this is really precious; he autographed it for Me.’ she says dreamily handing me a Cd of some guy called the American Dream. I smile ‘and this is going to help me become the guy you need?’ I wonder. She smiles ‘listen to them.’ She says with a wink ‘and please return them safely.’ She adds ‘I will.’ I assure her. She takes a seat in the opposite bean seat and sighs ‘thanks for the flowers.’ She says lightly ‘the florist likes me now.’ I report ‘I should show you the video!’ she suddenly recalls. I smile and turn to her ruffled bed, a big blue ocean that makes me think more clearly of motions...
‘What’s that?’ Emery wonders as I chuckle, this dream guy just proved me right! They beat it up like gorillas?? I hand him the album and consider America as the first consignment of my world tour. If the women were as easy as he says in the song I ought to test this out! ‘We ought to go clubbing in America!’ Koen reads out my thoughts in a moment’s intelligence ‘this is a nice beat.’ Leigh admits nodding his head as Hilliard does some sort of jig with his narrow hips. Most entertaining is it not?? This was definitely not Kylie Minogue! And they use the N word so freely!!
‘Angelford!’ a familiar voice says. I look up from the Cds I’m buying so I can give them back to Sadie. ‘Whitlam!’ I state shocked to see him here ‘what are you doing?’ he wonders ‘I seek the same of you.’ I decide as Leigh walks to us ‘I found T. I.’ He reports then hides the hip hop Cd ‘Whitlam; how do you do?’ he nervously states ‘superb. I’m here to bond with Sadie. Is that a Hip hop Cd?’ he pries looking at the one in my hand ‘it’s RnB.’ I announce exposing Twelfth play; fourth quarter to him. He smiles as Sadie walks in wearing tight straight denims and a vest with sport shoes; she’s on the phone with someone again. I smile and take her into my arms, kissing her cheek ‘you want a video as well?’ she wonders seemingly overwhelmed as she winks at me ‘of course I would like to discuss it with you; unfortunately I don’t get out of the country as much but if you can fly in it would be wonderful.’ She grunts tiredly as I think of taking her lips into mine ‘we can discuss this at length some other time. Thank you.’ She says hanging up and turning to me ‘Wassup you Cd thief.’ She affectionately says. I smile and take her lips into mine, the fevers and the lightning as much there as they were the first time I tasted and marvelled at those lips.
She grunts and falls into my arms as I grip onto sweet constraint with all I have, my loins stirred to a perfection and ready for serving as the entree. She pulls back with a dreamy sigh ‘okay; you can keep them one more week.’ She decides huskily ‘I’m replacing them.’ I gruffly announce showing her the Cd in my hand. She chuckles in disbelief ‘so you like our music!’ she decides clapping her hands in glee ‘it’s wicked.’ Leigh says showing her the T. I. Cd in his hand. We all decided to fill our Cd collections with hip hop and see how our dear parents go about it, all in the name of our aspirations, though her boyfriend common sense had much sense to say about aspirations. She’s got me thinking about what I’m going to leave in the untimely event of my death; me, Herve McClure, not the next duke of Angelford, just me. I smile at her; isn’t that going to be my job as an actuary? Am I not meant to appraise hazards and pecuniary securities in the occurrence of undesirable events? It’s like being my own actuary I suppose...
