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
1610, Sunday
2 7. 23
