they were having too much fun shots and beers smoking cigars admiring the colourful
Chinese lanterns dancing on wire on the evening breeze
his brothers wife cried from
inside the housefrom the kitchen window WOULD YOU TWO KEEP IT DOWN? YOU’RE DISTURBING THE NEIGHBORS.
he beat his brother to the draw Don think so they aint yelling at us from their homes
Jesus, man. he
chuckled Would you leave her alone, I gotta live with
her.
Yah I dont
STANLEY. DID YOU TAKE THE TRASH OUT BEFORE YOUR BROTHER
SHOWED UP?
NO Fuck.
Trash day tomorrow.
Ill help
Nah, that’s okay, ain’t much
since the kids moved out.
She cant take it out
That’s my job; been my job since
we first moved in together.
You didnt hand it off to the boys
when they got old enough
My job; she said her children
weren’t going to be raised to do menial jobs.
Menial like making dinner washing clothes so on so forth
It’s my job.
Okay man I cant help
NAH. No thanks.
he got up from
the picnic table bench took a drag off the Arturo Fuente exhaled sipped the
Redbreast took a pull from his beer he
cleared his throat
You know what she hoping for?
Ive got an idea
An idea, that’s fun; wanna share?You
tell me yours I’ll tell you mine.
Not as fun as Showing the
neighbourhood girls when we were young
Who knows! What’s your idea?
I was thinking along the lines
that yare set out with the trash Anafter
the trashmen leave yare still there
GODDAMMIT, exactly what I was
thinking.
Brothers Close Grew up together
Yeah, we’re disgusting.
Whawe disgusting
What makes the world go round.
At least . . what makes my world go round and
round.
Wheels on the bus
Exactly. Be right back.
Don’t let my cigar
go out.
he watched him walk up towards
the house bend over stand again an pull up on his trousers bend over roll a couple of cans out from under the backsteps out of the way
unseen effortlessly practised
he pushed one ahead and dragged the other on the narrow walk that lead beside
the garage and out into the alley
something his boys
didnt do for their father because their mother forbade it
he puffed his cigar
he was a good B O B beast
of burden he deserved a good cigar a
good whiskey a good beer their lavish rawsometimes obscene good humour many times over the years people within
earshot got up from where they were sitting and left
snobbitchysneers smeared on their face
Life muthafuckers its a comedy club
Ifya cant take a joke ya never should have
come in
MY CIGAR?
Smouldering like your soul cunt I listen to you
I also freshened
your whiskey
afternoon, Twosday,
16 11. 21
1227, Sunday,
28 11. 21
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