Yeah, I live on Scarlet Street all right, near the corner of Agamemnon and Chintz. You know it? There is a pool hall on the corner, where there was a stabbing last year. 1732 to be exact, apartment 2C, in the back. I used to have a Plymouth Valiant but now I drive a Malibu. I just finished a box of crackers and a hunk of Swiss. I’m all out of dough. Cashed my pension over a week ago, paid some bills, and haven’t a dime to my name.
I’m dying for a Scotch and Water. My neighbor offered me a joint, nice guy, but I turned him down. I don’t smoke. Got to figure out how I’m going to eat from now to the end of the month. I figured on getting my landlady to invite me in for supper. At least, that was the plan, but I just found out she left town. People travel during the holidays. I hadn’t thought of that.
What are you going to do? Everyone is off on the next adventure of his unfortunate life. Pineapples don’t grow on trees. The ghost of Amy Winehouse. Say no more. She was going to Birmingham to sing songs, and look where she wound up. Gal had class. No one was strong enough to say to her, “stop.” All she wanted was a bottle of durian juice. The fruit stinks but its juice is sweet as a child’s kisses. Who thought it would make her sick?
We went to the park when I was a kid. My brother brought a BB-gun with him to kill hummingbirds. He said he needed a moving target. My mother said it broke her heart. That was the story of my childhood. We just broke each other’s hearts, repeatedly. My dad went into the den to listen to Judy Garland. We sat in the back room watching TV. Dad didn’t watch television. Maybe Ed Sullivan. He liked Chorus Line. He used to wiggle his butt and sing “Tits and Ass.” You know it?
We ate Lucky Charms and watched TV 24 hours a day. We didn’t sleep. All we wanted for Christmas was our two front teeth. I braced for another Valentine’s Day. My classmates would exchange cards but I was out of the loop. It was the 8th grade and I didn’t have anything to look forward to. The high point of the week would be the car accident on Chintz. Driver got thrown from the car. No seatbelt. Nobody knew him. The neighborhood kids laughed. Our neighbor’s Irish setter had run out and frightened the driver. He swerved and hit the stone street sign behind the hibiscus. My dad said they should put down that setter.
Our neighbor’s son went on to play for the Bills.
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