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    Waste
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    Waste

    By Eugene Marten

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    A spare and chilling account of the day-to-day experience of Sloper, a janitor in a big-city office building, WASTE explores the import of the discarded--for those who generate it, those who dispose of it, and those who are themselves discarded. From the humble prospect of his station, Sloper uncovers ominous possibility in lives he barely brushes
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDzanc Books
    Release dateNov 26, 2013
    ISBN9780963756312
    Waste

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      None of Marten's other work comes anywhere close to this quality. But this is enough.
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      I have friend call amilcar… amilcar is more of a sick fuck than me, he enjoys watching news when there are big accidents so he can laugh at them… amilcar’s idea of a joke is go to Somalia set up a electric fence… get a big table fill with the most delicious food on the planet and put some fans so the smells gets everywhere… cuz he wants to laugh at the starving people getting electrocuted while trying to get to the food… while he eats… amilcar and I use to spend our nights trying to come up with the sickest sexual shit that we could ever imagine… you know funny shit like would you fuck a bitch with no legs, our you perform the black kiss on an old lady for a million pesos and if so describe how the experience would be like, if you were a necrophiliac how dead would you prefer your sex partners to be, just for the hell of it… I’m telling y’all this so y’all know that I’m a sick fuck, I mean seriously I have issues… the main reason why I’m so afraid of psychiatrist and that sort of people is cuz I think that If I don’t say the right thing around them they’ll put me on a psyche ward in no time… now I told y’all this so y’all know when I say must things don’t disturb me I actually mean it hell I find creepy stuff to be very amusing…! But today when Mr. Greg told me that this book has pretty disturbing things I said “nothing disturbs me I’m a sick fuck” I was saying the truth… but I wasn’t expecting this!!! I spend my entire train ride saying out loud WTF?? WAIT DID HE JUST…? OMG!!!!! WHY AM I LAUGHING LIKE THIS!!! THIS IS SICK!!! OMG! I’M TRAUMATIZED!!! And I’ve only read 30 pages…



      Yay! Thank the gods (and Steven Erikson) that my fear of necrophilia is gone!!!

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    Waste - Eugene Marten

    WASTE

    Copyright © 2008 Eugene Marten

    ISBN 0-9637536-1-4

    ISBN-13 978-0-9637536-1-8

    Design by Eugene Lim

    Cover photograph, Shinjuku at night by Tanakawho

    The cover photo may be copied and reproduced according to the terms set out in the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license at http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/. The original photographic image used for this cover can be found at http://www.flickr.com/photos/28481088@N00/2033518998/.

    An excerpt of Waste previously appeared in Fourteen Hills, Volume 10 Number 2, Summer/Fall 2004.

    ELLIPSIS PRESS

    www.ellipsispress.com

    Brooklyn, New York

    Also by Eugene Marten

    In the Blind

    WASTE

    EUGENE MARTEN

    For Kelly—

    if she’ll have it

    THE BUILDING OWNED ITS OWN UMBRELLAS. People take advantage. They forget. They would take umbrellas back to their offices or cubicles instead of returning them at the security desk in the main lobby. It was getting to be a problem. It got so the building announced it would pay fifty cents for each returned umbrella. The next day Sloper showed up for work early. He started at the bottom and worked his way up as many floors as he could before the other janitors arrived. By the time they came after him, he’d made nearly ten dollars recovering pilfered umbrellas.

    Flesh settles against bone, assuming new shapes, but Mexican is sloppier. If the tray was dumped sideways in a trash can, the guacamole and sour cream would get all over everything. The cheese skinned. The refried beans crusted into clay and the chips, all stuck together with the cheese, became soft and chewy. People never finished their chips.

    Recycling went into tall white boxes that were to be picked up from the copier rooms only. Sloper used a hand truck. He didn’t do favors. He wouldn’t pick up from an office or a cubicle, from the aisles or the perimeters. When he got to a floor he would circle the inside perimeter surrounding the elevator lobby, but only to get to the copier rooms. It was the building’s policy, he didn’t want to have to explain. If an elderly employee told him the box was too heavy, Sloper told her, Have one of the guys on the floor move it, or Put it on your chair and roll it. People usually understand but sometimes they would complain, not just about the inconvenience but also about his terseness, or they would call him brusque, and some of those times, depending on who complained, the building would make an exception and Sloper’s supervisor would brokenly tell him, Just one time do it once.

    Sometimes the boxes were so bulging with paper they couldn’t be flapped, or were split down the corners. Regardless of condition, Sloper rolled them all into the freight elevator and took them down to the basement—as long as he found them where they were supposed to be, and not sitting outside someone’s office or cubicle on either the inside or outside perimeter.

    The supervisor was reasonable but hard to understand. She couldn’t use the letter v. She walked around with a spray bottle dangling from her pocket like a side arm. A nominal assistant who’d been in the States longer made rounds with her to facilitate communication. Speaking through the supervisor via the assistant, the building told Sloper a compromise had been reached: employees would now be permitted to leave their recycling at the point on the inside perimeter nearest them, and Sloper would now be required to pick up from there as well as the copier rooms, which was okay with him since he had to go that way anyway to get to the copier rooms, as long as they understood it was on the inside and not the outside perimeter.

    Still, people expect favors. They left boxes in the aisles and on the convectors, by the windows. They left little notes.

    5 was a production floor. Any excuse for a party—birthdays, holidays, retirements. The floor was divided into teams. Sloper wasn’t sure how they competed but if Team B beat team C there was a party. Pizza, cake and ice cream. Potluck. Your production worker never finished her food. She left feminine hygiene articles in the wastebasket right under her terminal. (The plastic applicators smelled only like plastic.) Dirty diapers. Three large cokes, each one half full. Chinese in white or transparent plastic containers. If someone was still on the floor you could secure the lid with a rubber band, slide the container under the desk, and make a mental note of its location. You were not to accept food if they offered it.

    Sloper’s big thick body promised great strength and he resented the obligations this seemed to confer, as certain dispositions resent the burden of physical beauty. Once the guards fully appreciated this reticence they were no longer afraid of him. They would sometimes give him a bad time about giving him his keys at the start of his shift.

    They were just kidding, he didn’t mind.

    There were a great many keys on his ring, most of them practically identical—he didn’t rate a master. Even after months on the job they still looked alike, so he went through the trouble of color-coding them with small round stickers.

    Once he picked up his keys and all the stickers had been removed. Another time all the stickers had been switched around. There wasn’t much point in complaining—the keys went through a lot of hands during the day—but Sloper had to wonder about the guard who sat behind the console on Mondays and Tuesdays, Dedlow or Ludlow, a big indolent kid, almost as big as Sloper, rosy-cheeked, with a sparse blonde mustache and a mouth full of small brown stones. He did not like being asked for keys—it would take him away from the monitors, especially those looking out on the exterior entranceways and alcoves, where street people frequently came to pee or defecate. These locations were fitted with loudspeakers, and the kid would watch and wait for that singular relaxed moment critical to the act before barking into the microphone: This is not a public restroom! Take your business elsewhere! Some fled though they’d already gotten started, and some finished

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