marox_pass_what_is_important fyn gula copello slowly rose from the ground he fell upon, shaking loose potting soil and shards of terracotta from his hair and clothes. two days later he would find a shriveled up gardenia in the pocket of his worn A&F cargo shorts that he paid a fortune for. (he thought to himself, remembering the day he bought them, walking in to the monroeville mall store with a suzanne vega song blaring from the instore sound system and the chic teenage salesgirl didn't even know who she was. is it what or who you know that is important?) anyway, copello's thoughts were in rapid succession as the shutter rampaged through his veins and threw confetti upon his brain. he couldn't shake the image of the old woman looking like dorothy. she was standing there laughing, covering her mouth, while the siamese cats were going at it. "if you are dorothy," copello said, "i must be the scarecrow when the flying monkeys ravaged him and left him without straw, on the ground crying for help." "what the fuck are you talking about?" the old woman said, and her swearing was unconventional. shutter has its way of making one do things far from the norm. "i just think you're looking very dorothy-ish in that dress, you know from the old MGM film, wizard of oz?" copello said with confidence, another trait of shutter. the old woman smiled like dorothy would. "well," she said, returning to his comment about the scarecrow. "i don't see you as the scarecrow, i know it's obvious you don't have a brain or you would have said no to my offering of shutter. i see anton as the scarecrow after he received a brain." "how do you know anton?" copello asked, surprised, but only mildly because under the influence nothing is out of the ordinary. "is that really important?" she asked, but it was not actually a question, more of a statement from years of experience. "i know anton. that's all. i've heard about him on the radio. i've read about him on the internet and from books. i've listened to what others have said about him. he's an amazing person because he seeks knowledge. he asks questions. he's a self-educated man. he always has a book he's reading and when he hears something of value, he writes it down for ink is memory's blood. i heard him say once that you will see something everyday that you've never in your life seen before." copello couldn't wait to get his hands on a pen and paper. 010902 what's it to you? who go blather from