hes lived awhile
escaped Vietnam
took a road trip after high
school while the US military sent love notes to his parents address
they were unhappy with him his parents
he was sure somewhere in militarys
command that there were those who were unhappy with him too their panties tied in a
knot but he was way way out of the loop incommunicado that was easier in those days
throughout his boyhood teen years he
maintained a simple mantra that Mr Wappler a man who fought in World War Two shared
with him as an eight year old Its hard
to hit a movin target he decided he wasnt
going to stand in one place long enough for the military to even try to find
him he figured they had their hands full
of idiots who enabled themtook one step forward at induction One Small Step for Man, a Leap Jump How High?
for the military aw so he butchered Armstrongs quote he was sorry
he did but all these inductees had to
do was not step forward was the US really
going to jail an entire generation of Americans he didnt think so unfortunately he also thought that the eidgets he
grew up with had played Army too long as boys an were itching to prove
something to themselves that they thought killing another human being would do
after all we commanded the air engaged the enemy – gooks -- with superior weaponry thats like driving today in Air-bagged an
crash-engineered cars have an accident
at 80 miles an hour you aint gonna
die more than 58,000 Americans died in
Vietnamuntold North and South Vietnamese(but we didnt care about them did we? not
ultimately) they got their names etched on a reflecting black granite wall OhBoy!
it was plenty enough for him that
he reflected all these years later on the war on all the known and unknown deaths
our species is pretty good
at killing itself
awwell that was nothing more than an aside
his then-unhappy parents were
still alive they were an unmitigated
treasure
he had a birthday and his parents
sent him some money to do with as he wanted
he called themthanked them then he asked if maybe they couldnt write him
a check for a hunredthirty thousand a hunredfifty thousand thought
he might like to bed a porn star or a playmate seemed to be the going-rate rate? rape
his maw said You’re such a kidder.
his paw said If I had that kind
of money I’d bed one myself. he had said that
into the kitchen phone his mother had
answered on the one downstairs in the rec roomthe laundry room just off it she might have wrecked him had she overheard
him his old man lived dangerously
the treasure of having his
parents when so many of his friends parents were dead was the old stories that
hunkered down in his memory an needed only the slightest gentlest push to make them bolt upright awake
fullfledged blossomed like brilliant phosphorescent and napalm bombs utterly relentlessly intact fullbodied
his father bump was Homer Nelson
Homer was a buddy from around the
neighbourhoodHumboldt Park that hung out at Jaleens ice cream shop
his father Homer another buddy Donny hit on
a novelty
they never did anything about it
but talk
he told his dad If youd only jumped
then Id be the son of a multimillionaire
Billionaire, son.
Thats greed talkin dad The ideas worth only a few cool million an you
wouldve had to split it with Donny an Homer
It was a novelty like a Pet
Rock Youre smart enough to know to make
your money an get the hell out of Dodge
Ah, youre probably right.
I am right A million dollars when I was a kid would go a
long long way
It would have.
their idea was to make a laxative
out of chocolate-covered chicken feathers
itd tickle the shit out of you
they didnt even get around to
naming it
1210, Saturday,
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