Brono took another hit of Jim Beam. He didn't mind his hand looking at him seemingly sizing him up as a scientist would poor over the body of an alien body from Area 51. For some reason this seemed normal to him. What was most unnerving was the Danelope spoke only Russian and Brono had no idea what his hand was trying to tell him.
Brono now had a uncontrollably deep desire to learn Russian and began banging his head against the bulkhead of the ship. This did not help him understand his hand, the situation, or Russian any better but when an extremely angry EXE O burst into the room and asked without care regarding the blood on the bulkhead why he was disrupting the sonar test Brono could only reply. “Because.” In a gritty, raspy desperate voice, “it feels so good when I stop.” It wasn't long there after that Brono was let go from the Navy with a medical discharge.
This is the point where I met Brono, at Penn State Behrend where he was taking Russian 101 to learn to communicate with his hand, Dan. I was an undecided major claiming to be the only art student at Behrend as they didn’t have an art department. I thought I was so clever. Apparently there was a lot to learn by all.
I met Brono through mutual friends in a service fraternity called Alpha Phi Omega. Being the artist and against things like fraternity my friends made a kind of mascot or honorary member. Brono was a full blown member of this co-ed group from the land of misfit toys. For a group I didn’t want to be a part of I fit right in.
At parties the Danelope would make appearances. At first everyone thought it was just drug induced fun or maybe Brono had a few too many what ever he was drinking. Everyone started to have their own version of Dan. Drunk fools with hand puppets. Baked hippy fraternity brothers sat with resin on their shadow puppets cracking them-selves up to no end. Only a few saw the Danelope for what it truly was. Pure genius. We wanted one. Not an imaginary one but a real live disembodied trans-dimensional symbiotic alien parasite spirit to inhabit our limbs and speak to us in some language we would have to learn if we were to socialize with our new friend.
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