Like my father, your grandfather used to say, policeman and priests should never die.
Tha woudnt work Think of a Chicago cops pension
Thad go bust Do priests have pensions
Why we talkinbout this
You brought up my father.
Yes I bring Grampa up because you rarely
talk about him or Gramma or Uncle Don
What’s to bring up?
Memories
Theyre gone You must have
memories good memories
I don’t like to think of
them.
Really
No. I don’t like to think of them.
Heartache because theyre not here
Son, please, there he goes hes rarely Joe typically son I do not like to think about the past. It’s
gone. There’s nothing to be done.
Im not talkin done
Im talkin
remembering I think you like to think
that Ill think of youtalk of you
You will, but that’s you. Ya got
an iron beartrap for a brain, snaps shut, nothing escap . .
. . Unless it gnaws
its leg off
Yes. Grim. But that.
Your mother
was like that.
Until she wasnt
Yes. Until she couldn’t.
Yes Youre correct
Excuse me
Son, you obviously enjoy
remembering. I don’t.
I think of things ahead of me, not behind me. I go forward.
I go forward
You do.
And I often wonder what
will happen when the time comes that you can’t carry everything you have forward.
I think you know
I don’t.
Ill die
I aint no cop or priest
1510, day-between-2-Ts, 21 2.
24
1214, Reggaefriday,
23 2. 24
Blood, Sweat & Tears And When I Die https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_ELQyfJ-yk
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