Get Ready, Jonathan

by on August 14, 2021 :: 0 comments

photo "Piece by Piece" by Tyler Malone

The call I had been expecting came through. I was laying on my bed thinking about screwdrivers, thinking about how I’d love to unscrew my jaw and let the muscles just hang there like David Foster Wallace.

I answered.

“Hey, what’s up, Ashton Kutcher,” He said.

“What’s up, Mama’s Boy Otis,” I said.

“What you doin’?” he said.

“Just, you know, going through my routine. Did some reading. Some walking. Some other shit. You?”

“Just having some brews.” He said.

“I thought you were quitting drinking.” I said

“Yeah, but I don’t know. I’m not ready, I guess.”

“Right on,” I said. “Gotta be ready. How was work?”

“Fucking terrible.”

“Yeah?” I said.

“Just terrible. So fucking bad. I don’t want to even talk about it.”

“Right on,” I said.

“Yeah, just…I don’t know,” he said.

“Right on. I got ya,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said.

Both of us were quiet for a while. A little bored. But we were both glad to not be by ourselves.

“Hey, so you want to know something really funny that I remembered today?” he said.

“Uh, yeah,” I said.

“Okay…so, a few years ago when I was at Northlake.”

“Like doing film school?” I said.

“Yeah, something like that. It was this film class. And it was so fucking horrible. They’d give us all this raw unedited footage of cars that we had to edit together to make commercials. Fucking horrible. I mean, that’s what you learn at film school. How to film commercials. And I really didn’t want to do that.”

“Yeah, that sucks,” I said.

“Yeah, so like there was this kid in the class called Tim who was this alt-right guy. He wanted to call his production company—we all had to create our own production company names—he wanted to call it Uber Mensch productions. I remember I said in class, ‘isn’t that a nazi thing?’ And the professor was like, yeah, you should probably change the name.”

“Is that a Nazi thing? Wasn’t that like a Nietzche thing?”

“I think it was both. Yeah, so he was really good at editing together footage. Like, the stuff he did looked professional, but he was a total weirdo. I remember me and my friend were behind him in line at Subway and he ordered a meatball sub with no sauce and no cheese.”

“Oh god. Gross.”

“Yeah, he was pretty weird. I remember overhearing him talk to this girl saying that when he was a baby his mother dropped him on his head in a Walmart parking lot. So that’s probably why he was so weird. But yeah, get this. I was in the bathroom taking a shit once—I used to do that, like, take long shits during class because I hated being there—and then Tim came in. I was in the stall, so he thought he was alone and  he looked in the mirror and started saying, Get ready, Jonathan. Get ready, Jonathan, and started slapping his face.


“Yeah, it was fucking hilarious.”

“Like, his name wasn’t Jonathan?”

“No, it was Tim.”

“Is that, like, from anything?”

“Not that I know of.”

“That’s fucking beautiful.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I wonder what he’s doing now.”

“Probably doing car commercials with Uber Mensch Productions.”


We talked for about 30 minutes until the call dropped. We waited for the other to call us, but then he texted me saying, “let’s talk tomorrow. I’ve got stuff I’ve got to do.” and I said, “right on, talk to you later.”

I lay there for a minute wondering if the creators of Stargate SG-1 had intentionally based the character Daniel Jackson on David Foster Wallace. They looked so similar. I went to the bathroom.

After I had dropped a deuce, I looked in the mirror.

“Get ready, Jonathan,” I said.

The words hung in the air like a cryptic text leading to the discovery of Atlantis.  I wondered why had that Tim guy said that while slapping himself? I like to think that most of us are the same. I mean, we’re not clones, but we have the same basic machinery when it comes to our responses to life. However, still, the fathoms of the human brain can lead to some strange behavior that defies imagination.

editors note:

Everyone has a move to make until they’re punched in the face. So do yourself a favor and slug your own kisser, and maybe you’ll see something new in the stars. ~ Tyler Malone

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