Hey, boy! it was Frank  I heer you doin’ deliveries this day.

I am canya believe it

I can, Mr. Phillips likes you, ya work hard, almost as hard he messed with his crotch  as me.  gave him a big toothy grin

Jesus Frank . .

. . You big boy, I tease ya like a man.

                                       Though bein’ white an all . . only so much a man ya can be. I do dislike bein’ the bearer of bad tidin’s.  Truth. 

rolled his big eyes

he shook his headchuckled 

                              Anyway The deliveries  Mr Phillips tossed me the keys said he was breakin me in easy north suburbs  Did you know we delivered to private homes I didnt

It be big enough order Mr. Phillips deliver to the devil . mind ya, you . . not he.

Yare really on a roll today Frank

Yah, yah I is, feelin’ good, feelin’ my oats. Wife called Mr. Phillips told him she made me a doctors appointment. I told her No, I’m working, she call anyway. Mr. Phillips came onto the floor told me go, he didn’t want to disrupt the peace an harmony of my home, said he’d pay me out the day, which is cool, very cool. I thanked him began warmin’up a bow, he saw it coming, Don’t you dare, Frank he says Wha’? I says he says You want paid out for the day? Yes, sir, I surely do. Then don’t you dare. 

                      I withheld it, thanked him again, copiously. He a good boss man.

So you got pleasure for your ride, man?

The van has a radio doesnt it

No.

No radio

No. I was talkin’ pleasure, got smoke?

No

he tapped his breast pocket pulled out a couple of joints tucked them in his shirt There radio too but don’ya go changin’ the station, I found it, good soul, I was last to drive, don’t let me drive next an find ya fucked with my music.

No Frank

No wha’?

No sir

You a good boy you’ll go far. he winked

                                          how he made tha heavy eyelidded rheumy bloodshot eyeball smile as he winked was beyond him

Best get goin’. You on tomorrow?    

Im not

Damn. Best have a good story for me bout north. Friday?

Ill be here Friday

Thadbe two days, two good stories boy.

Yes Frank

Who Frank?

Yes sir

That’s my boy. Roll on out.

at the door to exit the warehouse FRANK Frank turned  he tapped his shirt pocket  THANK YOU

he nodded Roll safe boy. 

he didnt see Frank Friday

had threefour doozies to lay on him

didnt see Frank alive again

doctors appointment

brain cancer confirmed

Frank asked the doc Ya got a cure?  Chemo.  I got a cure Frank said

going to his garage told his neighbor Big Charles not to let his wife in  

Frank shot himself in the head

0842,  Sunday,  25  6. 23

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