To the edge of the building and launched this flamingo into the air so it would you know like have an advantage. The whole thing was just beautiful and there was actual background music which was a Pashtun cover of “Take My Breath Away.”

But of course it was all not great because the flamingos were clipped to keep them on the roof. Ronnie stood there with this deep connection burning in his face and he and the bird made eye contact and there was certainty and complicity between them and the bird spread its wings and Ronnie shouted FREEDOM! again.

And the bird fell seventeen floors and landed on a school bus.

No one died but you know the whole thing was not popular in general.

And obviously when I say no one I do not include the flamingo, which definitely for real died, along with Ronnie’s career.

So this is the face on the kindhearted total lack of intellect who grabs me in a hug and shouts my name right there at the top of his voice and of course he does not say Banjo.

He says Jack.

Eiger is listening now.

—

“HI JACK OMIGOD JACK PRICE? MAN IT’S MEEEE RONNIE FLAMINGO MAN HOW AREEEE YOUUUU?”

When Ronnie talks is the moment when everyone else pauses for breath so his whole thing his whole too-loud thing goes out like an air-raid warning? Nope. Because that is how it is when your world turns to one hundred percent asshole and you have stood there too.

Now you can see in my face I want to kill him. That is actually the danger with being a Demon is that every problem starts to look like the kind of problem where that is the best answer. Leaking faucet? Kill the plumber. Traffic on I-9? Kill the other drivers. Like that guy’s car? Easy he won’t need it. Network cancels your favorite show? Well sure how many of them gotta go before the rest get the fucking message that the world needs more Dichen Lachman not less?

Quite a few actually, as it happens, which surprised me, but never mind that right now.

“OMIGOD JACK SOO COOOOOLLLLL WOW MAN NICE THREADS HEY IT’S ME FLAMINGO RIGHT RONNIE FLAMINGO JAAAAACK EHEY RIGHT HAMBURG AM I RIGHT?”

Kill this asshole it would be

oh

so

easy.

But probably not ludic.

I am Banjo Telemark. Banjo Telemark the artist who lives for confusion and bewilderment and this right here is found fucking art it is Banjo gold disc. It is immortality.

I say:

“OOOOOOMIGOD FRIDA KAHLO I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN!”

And I kiss Ronnie Flamingo on the mouth.

With tongues because hell it’s Frida fucking Kahlo.

The staff at the Hirschen are totally relaxed about sexual orientation but they do not like shouting or artists or public tongues that is not their jam.