posted on Feb, 28 2004 @ 12:42 AM
"Looseleaf. Spiral. Mom."
She looked around the room, grinning, eyes ablaze, wallet chain notebook shoved into her back pocket.
This was Chain.
The Golden Thread.
She kept a hand-sized notebook, like the bibles that the curbside preachers use. Walking into her room was like walking into a never ending time
capsule of evolution and revolution. The walls, cieling, door, shelves, and drawers were covered in photos of her most famous work. Around 20 photos
depicted the day of the Bay School Heaphone Massacre, where, in defiance of the no-CD player policy at the school, Chain and the 7 Dwarfs passed out
headphonesto the entire school body. By the end of the day, every student walked through the hallways, singing their music at the top of their lungs,
spoting dangling headphones. Other photos portrayed tagging, murals, group art, one line, 60 second novels, wheatpastes, car paintings, shoplifting
expeditioons, sign tapings, and every other illegal hijink that Looseleaf, Spiral, Chain, and occasionally the help of the 7 Dwarfs and their
Plain clothes, plain jewelry, bright red shoes, bright red hair today, black hair tomorrow, blue the next, usually topped with her zoot hat. Chain was
just Chain, aboveground, underground, all around. Unpredictable, unexpected, uninvited, but always welcome. Her slogan: maybe starving, but never
So the puzzle finally fit. The infamous trio was explained.
Looseleaf, Spiral, and Chain.
The Fighter, The Scholar, and The Voice.
Th punk a**, the emo f***, the skanker.
So the puzzle didn't quite fit after all.
Because he didn't even know what the picture was supposed to be.