#moar power

[mika213]

Everytime the 13th lands on a Friday, I gain more power

[indomitableblackdragon]

[jabrwcky]

Wilson 22

In his basement, Wilson plays Wagner at peak volume and pours a can of Pilsner Urquel into a tulip-shaped glass. Wagner thought of his “Ring” trilogy as the end of opera. Poor Wagner, thinks Wilson, nothing ever really ends. The beer is 72 degrees, the temperature at which the beer’s every flavor is able to express itself. Most Americans drink beer that is too cold. They don’t really want to taste it at all.

Wilson has a suitcase full of steel files. They are variously shaped, and in different patterns of coarseness. Some have a series of lines running across their rough edge, while on others, a second set of lines perpendiculates. One file has teeth jutting out like a dentist’s wet dream. Wilson takes his time picking out the best file. It’s how he prefers to do things, individual circumstances rising up and meeting one another the way a key’s teeth meet a lock’s internal springs.

“Like the way you and I met,” he says in a kindly voice. The boy doesn’t respond, determines instead to conserve his energy and not agitate this towering stranger in this soundproofed basement.